Oecherwolf's Werecard

From: owolf@poboxes.tdwvbg.com (Oecherwolf)

Human Name: Joerg Reuter
Were Name: Oecherwolf, as this name describes my dream territory "Oche" (Aachen)
Phenotype: Wolf
Birthdate: 28-Dec-71

Birthplace: Hey, you're nosy, aren't you? ;-) Okay, I was born in a town in the Emsland area, which is located in Niedersachsen ("Lower Saxony"), a northern part of Germany.
Home Territory: Aachen (Aix-la-Chapelle), Germany, that's where I study Electronics..
Dream Territory: Aachen, several hundred years ago; when there where still huge areas of forest and the invention of guns had not started yet... (There were no wolves in the Emsland, and it was covered to its greatest part with moor)

Physical Description, Human: 1.89 m tall, about 87 kg tight, (dark) blond hair, beard, blue-gray (or gray-blue?) eyes, too lazy for sports
Physical Description, transformed state: Full wolf form, a brown fur in different shades, mid-size, European type... I need to look at the reflection in the lake in my next dream ;-)
Human Career: I study electronics... At least that's what my parents think :-)

Hobbies/Interests: Amateur Radio, ornithology ("spotting birds", NO, not chasing them!), reading (almost everything), listening to music (and boring folks with endless talk about that), watching TV (and talking about that, too), watching far too many toons, some Linux kernel programming, ...
Favorite Movie(s): Stanley Kubick's 2001, Spaceballs (and other Mel Brooks stuff), The Company of Wolves, The Pink Panther, ...
Favorite Were Movie(s): A Companie of Wolves , the favourite of the favourites... That's how I like fairy tale (furry tail?) interpretations... ;-) American Werewolf, story a bit boring, but the special FX and most dream sequences are quite fun...
Worst Were Movie(s): My Mother Is A Werewolf
Favorite Literature: Douglas Adams (The Hitchhiker's Guide... part 1-4 both Dirk Gently novels), Arthur C. Clarke (2001), Angela Carter (The Bloody Chamber), Whitley Strieber (The Wild, Wolfen), Theodor Storm (Der Schimmelreiter (spoooky!) and others), Michael Ende (Unendliche Geschichte ["Never Ending Story"]), Edgar Allan Poe (several short stories), Ray Bradbury (Fahrenheit 451)
Favorite Were Literature: The Wild by Whitley Strieber, Won't tell you about the story, get that book and enjoy! Interesting is the protagonist's son, a super intelligent boy at the age of 12, who is a caricature of Stephen King's young heros... Beast Within by Adam Douglas (non-fictional), The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter, A collection of her very own version of fairy tales, you will see the original Grimm version with other eyes... And how poetic! Highly recommendet. ISBN 0-14-012837-9
Worst Were Literature: Nancy A. Collins (Wild Blood) More a vampire plot (quite like "The Lost Boys"), VERY brutal (gay) rape scenes, murders, lots of indian and nordic magic cliches, stereotypes about the behaviour of wolves. The story is quite straight-on, there is never a real climax (well, Collins descripes several in a sexual sense...), only brutality and a "kitsch" ending. Real horror -- is the fact I paid 12.90 DM for the book. BTW, I don't know what's worse: the story, or that rotten German translation... (If someone of the Goldman Verlag reads this: The niederdeutsche word "Braegen" means "the brain [of a slaughtered animal]", not "stomach"!)
Favorite Art: Nothing special... Don't get me wrong: I love art, but there is so much I like... Um, whatever. Greatest art is nature itself.
Favorite Were Art: Well, a movie: A Company of Wolves...
Favorite Saying/Quote: Life is a cabaret!
Favorite Were Saying/Quote: I used to be a werewolf, but I'm better nooooowww!
Favorite Were joke: (more an anti-joke...) "What does a werewolf get on the beach?" "???" --- "Sand between his claws!" (Rue Paul)
Favorite Personal Quote: Hmm, err, sh*t, yes, but, awooooooooohhh!!, grrr, ...
Favorite Song/Band(s): Enya, Clannad, Maire Brennan, Thomas Loefke, Kate Bush, The Nits, Anne Clark, Dire Straits, Adiemus, John Denver, Nancy & Lee...
Favorite Composer: Verdi, Ravel, Smetana, Delius...
Favorite Were Song/Band(s): Somehow the music of Enya is connected whith my lycanthropy, but why?
Favorite Season: Spring and autumn are the best...
Favorite Holiday: My dream territory...

Preferred Prey: Deer, rabbits, ..., what a wolf needs to survive. The wolf wants it raw, the man well-done ;-)
Feelings Towards Normal Humans: Nothing against them --- as long as they don't come in large groups...

Personal Lycanthropy:

In my dreams, in my thoughts, in my soul I'm a wolf. An ordinary canis lupus occidentalis. Sometimes I'm worried by the stereotypes connected with this species. I'd rather be of some other species. But when I see pictures of wolves and look into the mirror I think why the heck am I still in this human skin? It doesn't fit me.

There is no rational reason for this feeling of being stuck in the wrong body. The feeling was there as long as I can remember. Though the species wasn't apperant first. I had different ideas of what it could be and more and more I realized it was wolf. Not a monster, not a cute pet, not a man-eater. Just a natural wolf.

When I imagine myself as a wolf I can feal every muscle, every bit of fur, even the mud below my paws. Just like a slightly faded memory. In this form I'm still "me", sure my human thoughts and language replaced by lupine instincts, but it is definately me. A strangely more complete me.

One weird thing: I'm _sure_ I'm a wolf since I met a she-wolf in one dream and one "experience developed out of a meditation". I met her while I was looking for something in a form best described as human _and_ wolf for the same time. I saw her, I understood and my human form was gone. I was fully wolf and realized that this is what I'm supposed to be. I know it sounds esoteric, perhaps because I'm trying to put images and feelings into words. It felt like something neither part of reality nor imagination. This experience was totally different from everything I had dreamed before. Perhaps the wolf I met is something like a Power Animal, but I know too little of totemistic believes as they are not part of my faith. I'm still astonished by this prove (it is one for me) that there is more between heaven and earth I'm aware of.