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In this dream, I became aware that my brother - good ol' Macbeth - had serious issues when the moon was full. I expressed this concern to my friends, my teachers, and my friends, who all brushed off my concerns. Then, one night, my brother morphed into a wolf who attacked me. I escaped, and once again, I was the boy crying wolf. By the end of the dream, I was in the attic of the house where I grew up, as my brother, mother, and father - all werewolves - were attacking me.
I had this dream when I was in grade school, maybe 5th or sixth grad, so that would be 1956 or 57. At the time, I thought it was a nightmare but as I grew older, I thought it was funny. Looking back from a perspective of 60 years, I see it was not just about my fears of being the outsider in my family but my fears, that came back in a burst og paranoia in the mid-1970s, that my family wanted me dead.
