Werewolves Again

Normally I try to mark these occurrences down while at work, but for the past several months I just haven't had the time to do so, so now much later I'm going to try to recall what I can from last night:

I was in the house we stayed at for the majority of my high school and infant college years, up in my third-floor bedroom. I had realized the door was opened to the attached bedroom. The door was always kept shut, mostly because the room was a bit cluttered with a mix of our junk and things once belonging to my departed paternal great grandmother. I didn't like being in there, the room was always cold in the winter and hot in the summer due to poor insulation and cracks in the window frames. In my mind i sort of thought it was haunted. I was surprised and a little annoyed at my mother, who was now in my bedroom as i entered the other room, but at the same time i was impressed at how well she'd tidied it, made it livable, with bed, nightstands and lamps, and even little pink and white doilies underneath. curtains, and a dresser, too.

then either a lapse of nothing, or a shift, but then I was inside of a warehouse kind of building, or perhaps a factory with conveyor-belts, toting along little metal boxes that resembled small car engines that were labeled "explosive". my sister was following me, and i was trying to lead her around them, down a bit of a tunnel, and opposite to their flow. slowly it was creeping through my mind that i was not human, but in fact i was a werewolf. we were intending to use one of the explosive motors against either an individual or the factory itself, perhaps to shut it down. i'm not entirely sure which. but then it shifts and i am mostly human, and a woman is next to me, presumably a werewolf as well, and also presumably my wife. i didn't really see her face, but i remember she had long black hair. we were sitting on a pair of make-shift thrones, and at my feet was a younger man, maybe 20-ish, with black spiked hair and i think he might have been wearing leather. he was lying on his back at my feet, and i thought it very strange, but my "wife" informed me that he was showing submission to me. apparently i was becoming the leader of a pack. i noticed i had something like a clawed scepter. then another shift, and we were in a different room with a dirty wooden table, and lots of metal and perhaps some iron bars about. i was for some reason suspicious of my "wife," and had somehow assumed the form of someone else. she was talking to a small group of others as i slowly approached, when suddenly she stopped and commanded me (and suddenly it was no longer assumed it was me anymore), and another woman to "take the claw." the other woman sort of resembled "storm" from x-men, in complexion at least, though her hair was brown and cut short. As she lifted the "claw," it began to glow, and my "wife" said something like, it seems we have a couple more werewolves here, to which the other lady replied something along the lines of, "yes, it is true, at night i become a demon and .." something i no longer remember. to demonstrate, she clenched her fists and transformed into something that wasn't a werewolf, though it was presumed it was just a different kind of werewolf. She arose upon a ball of earth, and a very large yellow and brown scarab beetle, about the size of a small dog, came up with the ball, and the word "dung beetle" floated through my mind. then the beetle kind of fell off, and it was assumed to be her sidekick or something while she was like that. she was prepared to do battle against a powerful enemy, but while en route i awoke, so i never really knew who or what the enemy was.

so chalk up another odd one, i guess.