I Am A Real Werewolf

Hello, I'm new here. I'm from Germany. I have a question and would like to tell something in advance. I would like to hear your opinion on this. In my school class in the eighties, a young boy whose parents once smelled strongly of musty laundry. A few decades later at a class reunion I also noticed this extreme smell. Actually, I can not classify the smell clearly. The relevant literature often reads about the smell of wolves or werewolves. Could this family be one of them? It's not meant to be mean. I came across the research on your old EP forum and followed you, so to speak. Since I am from Germany it is difficult to research reasonably well about the others. The topic has occupied me since my youth since I had some strange encounters. I hope it's okay for the group here that I joined it. Since I do not speak fluent English I have tried the google translator.

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DoveJana

I'm sorry that there are so many parts and the story is so long but in google translator does not fit much in. Some time later back in the pub, the older man named otto told me to ask a known lady if she was a kite. Since I thought it was another of his jokes, I did it to him. She said yes. I could not do anything with that again. When I asked her how she knew this otto, she just said she did not like him. I told her about the blown up meeting and she just asked if I was sure that he had really phoned. I said no because I was waiting outside. Then I had a dream again. I stayed with my parents. I was carried by this blond man like a package under his arm and brought to many people. Previously, I was sitting in a room somewhere and a red cloth hung over my head. At the table with the people was an African woman who hugged me and called me cute. I do not like being touched if I do not allow it. Was always like this. Then a symbol hung in front of my face. A pentagram on a golden coin. At that time, I did not know what it meant. Today I know that it should be a symbol of the freemasons.
Then, sitting on the floor, a blond man and someone pushed me lightly on the back down as if I had to bow. I had no idea where I was and who that was. I still do not understand why I said he was the devil and I will not marry him. I can not remember what he said. I can almost always remember my dreams.