face the werewolf

I dreamt that I was at a cocktail bar in a u-shaped booth. The lights were dim, the place was pleasant. I saw a coworker and she was doing her thing and I couldn't stop myself. I told her she was the biggest b ever and as it was happening.. doom was leering in my head of how this was going to play out in my work life... not good.  My mind said.. I don't care, this feels too good. This feels too free. I am out of my shell to be myself and bring it on.

The next scene I remember is I was walking up to a house on farmland. I went in to see a friend, a guy, and he was frantic. A werewolf was near. My friend had a shotgun but only two shots. He tried but I knew he didn't hit the target. I ran out the back to see where we could hide. I found a well. It was the only place the werewolf wouldn't smell us or go. I looked at it. It was stagnant and swampy. I didn't want to get in, although I knew I would if I had to survive. I waited for my friend. I was not going to go in unless we both had to. I heard another shot. We were safe..