[ WP ] All my life I had been fascinated with the memories I can recall that were n't my own .

All my life I had been fascinated with the memories I can recall that were n't my own. Heterochromia iridum was always fascinating to me. I always felt like one of those unique dogs you see with mismatched eye colors. As a child, I would fondly recall hunting in the woods. I chased humans, but I was as quick as a wolf. My dreams of creeping through the night, undetected by others, always were so vivid. Finally as an adult, one night during one of my chasing dreams, I finally achieved my objective, I caught the human in the chase. Once I caught him, I tore him apart with my teeth. I could feel the blood drip down the sides of my mouth. It felt good, tasty, like BBQ sauce. I did n't want to wipe it off, it was delicious and a badge of honor. I was thrilled with the kill. Towards the end of the dream, right before I woke up, I saw something that chilled me to the bone. In this dream, I wiped away the blood from my mouth. It was n't a paw that wiped the blood away. I never caught the person in my previous dreams over the years. I wiped away the blood with my human hand. It was n't until I confronted my mother that she confessed. I was n't a person with an excess of melanin in one eye, I was the recipient of a donor eye.
