What's So Wrong With Werewolves?

A week ago I had one of the weirdest dreams in the history of my life. It was even weirder than my one dream where my school looks like Hogwarts and I'm a witch. (Don't ask. I'll explain later...)

This one starred my little sister. Sounds pretty normal, huh?

Well, in this dream, my sister just happened to be a werewolf, and she was chasing me around the city and trying to kill me!

But...that wasn't the end of the weirdness.

Also in this dream, I happened to own a magical pair of pants, which if I could put them on I could shape-shift into any person in the world.

And then, at one point of the dream I actually did get the pants on and I turned into that guy from Heroes, Milo Ventimiglia. (Do I have a star-crush, or what?)

So my sister kept following me around, and then the dream ended with my sister chasing me into a department store and I running into a changing-room. Inside, I desperately tried to get the pants on while trying to defend myself from her clawed hands.

So...

Even now, two weeks later, I am still majorly freaked out that I dreamed this. But, I think I've figured out why I did.

Right before I went to sleep that night, I was reading Blood and Chocolate, a book that stars werewolves (that explains my very hairy little sis), and that afternoon I was mad at my sister for something that she did (that explains her trying to kill me). I had also watched Heroes that day, (and that explains the me turning into Milo Ventimiglia part). The magical pants thing? I have no idea where that came from....