A werewolf howls at the moon, a huge golden orb that dominates the sky. The werewolf's clothes are ripped from his transformation, and he has grasped the spiked metal railing so hard it has bent. A skull on the next post along looks up in concern, while the pumpkin behind him looks rather shocked. A dog down by his feet, though, looks on with curiosity and perhaps a bit of longing, while the ever-present black cat seems more distrustful, defensive even. In the tree beyond there is a sign for crayfish, with an arrow pointing in the direction of the distant castle on the hill.
I love tales of werewolves! There is something so primal in them, the call of the wild, a oneness with nature, but also the lack of control: abandoning civilised behaviour despite yourself. The cat is a very civilised creature, and thoroughly disapproves of all this. Yet, our tame dog self is awed at the idea of just going with the moon's pull. This card, as well as talking of connecting with our primal selves, of dreams and nightmares and the shadow, also talks of the cyclic nature of these things. This lunacy will not last, though it may be very intense.
I've certainly been having pretty crazy dreams of late, though I think it's largely a matter of remembering them because I am so often woken during a dream cycle. Big Boy is ill again, has been all week, and so my nights are disturbed. It echoes in my dreams, too, in terms of content - dreaming of carrying a duvet around, trying to find a place to sleep; of an office with a huge safe that I walk into and am locked in. I worry, too, about getting sick myself. Especially as my Dear One is away for the weekend!
I am grateful for naps, however brief.