Dream Diary 69 as I caught up on numbering these:
The idle rich of a large city have a common secret; they’re all werewolves! As well to do, privileged people, they regard this as natural and prey on the “peasants” underneath their heels every day via job exploitation by day and hunting them for meat at night, as is proper.
In their unquestioned indulgence, they arrange feasts of lower class flesh in a secret society and introduce their sons to it at a certain age in their late teens when the werewolf blood begins to manifest.
Enter my dream protagonist; a young man set to be introduced to the Society. His father is a high standing member already; a tall man with slicked hair, a short silver beard and an ever pristine business suit. Father knows his influence and arranges the paperwork to join beforehand and the two go to the middleman who hides the papertrail; a bribed receptionist at a clinic.
Once there, the two run into another father and son preparing to enter the Society. They are of Indian descent and the son, Prajeet, is a gifted musician and has invented his own instrument based on an oud (middle eastern lute) with thin, steel bands instead of strings for a lingering, haunting tune.
While the fathers converse, their sons bond and become fast friends with much to look forward to as members of the Society, not knowing fully what it’s about but happy to be in it together.
There is however a problem; the onset of Lycanthropy induces a self destructive impulse as the human body and mind rebels against the unnatural changes, instinctively urging the changing youth to self terminate by any means in a brief fit. This is the secret reason as to why they’re escorted, and the protagonist is restrained while it passes in an intense flash on physical and mental struggle.
What follows is an awkward moment as the receptionist insists on procedure and refuses to accept Father’s pre-signed forms and applications regardless of his rank, granting no special favours and demanding that he fill them out on the spot in a lengthy feat of olympic level bureaucracy.
The other father is frustrated as he expected to be done much sooner. They have a schedual to keep, and there’s much to be done and keep track of. A sudden noise breaks the agitated discourse as everyone present rush to the clinic restrooms. In a tragic conclusion, Prajeet’s self termination instinct kicked in while the papers were being delayed and he snuck off to shoot himself. His father lets out a lupine howl of despair, the others joining in by instinct, none hiding their true nature in their grief.