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

Now I'll tell you something about a spiritual journey that is already several years ago. I have to say that I am always accompanied. A person who takes me to certain places. I enter a compound and my guide runs to my left. About us is a kind of grid or rust. Also on the left side of this grid or grate are some young men with brown long hair or bright long hair. They meet masks as at carnival. Only over the eyes. One in the front row with bright long hair is leaning on his sword, slightly squatting. The remaining men just stand and hold their swords in their hands. My guide speaks to me and says, "On the left you see the warriors and on the right the Kunoichi". We continue straight to a rock face. In front of us is something like a revolving door in the rock. Persons with blue hoods over their heads (like monks) enter the mountain and people with red hoods come out. I have the impression nobody should notice. Inside we walk down a dark corridor. Then I think, "What are you doing here and why do you trust them?" I protest loudly and my mouth is closed. Then a cut. There are several people in the room. Some women play cards. A woman sings a song: ".... then you threw us out ....". I sit and watch and listen. Cut.I'm sitting in the back of a row of seats. A man comes up to me and says all the princes and princesses are sitting in front. Then I say, "I am not one." He shakes his head and replies, "You are a Chinese princess." Then I woke up. I forgot: the sword were not samurei swords. They was two-edged.