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Curse of the Werejaguar by Runewuff

Had a good dream this morning.

Two guys attacked and one of them bit me - turns out they were werejaguars, and I soon transformed into a feral jaguar. Below me were big beautiful paws, large pads to spread my weight so I could move silent.

There was soon an effort in the city to capture the wild animal on the loose (humanely, since I hadn't yet harmed anyone) but though my instincts were of the jaguar, I had enough human intellect to see through each trap, entire scenes set-up.

In animal form, past, present and future were blended together, not the way humans slice reality at all, and I felt I'd played the "game" before, knew not to take the obvious paths, and so many destinies led to me being caged.

In my single-minded pursuit of true freedom, I overcame every possible temptation.

Food - I could have attacked a restaurant and had steak off the tables, but I went hungry because that would have gotten me too much notoriety.

Ego - Everywhere I went, instant "respect", and I could have strutted my stuff around town, but same problem.

Fame - a music video director wanted me on an expensive set on the beach after I was captured.

Luxury- It was glamorous, full of soft rugs and beautiful dancers, and handlers were waiting to pamper me.

Sex - at one point, I was in an Aztec city, and in some running of the bulls like ritual, beautiful women with bare hips and ankles were leading me on with their flesh.

Killing - So hungry from having passed by the restaurant, so many people baring their flesh to me... but if I became a mankiller, someone in modern times would shoot me.

Being Worshipped - a whole Aztec city would have worshipped me, crowds surrounding their temple with me atop it.

Being lured down a path that ended only with me being caged, instinct led me to a barricaded door. My eyes showed 1"-thick steel bars. My human intellect said there was no way through that. My instinct said - Push! ... they weren't properly secured and forced my way onto a beach.

The music video director, set waiting for me, was on my right. But jungle was on my left. As I passed into the broad leaves, the director cursed and had a meltdown.

Having overcome every obstacle and learned how animals perceive time along the way, the lesson served its purposed and ended.

... I think I might have passed someone's test. o_O

Curse of the Werejaguar

Runewuff

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