Dreams.

We embarked on a militarized expedition to a planet, the outpost of which had lost contact. We found nothing there, and I placed a piece of biological weaponry in the form of some kind of fat larva somewhere, so that the enemy would enter, step on it, and doom itself to death. Unfortunately, some idiot from the team simply walked up and deliberately crushed it with his boot, splattering himself. Within a few minutes, his skin was covered with ulcers, and he began to crawl on the floor, vomiting his own insides, as did most of the members of our squad. What was happening affected everyone except me, but I realistically assessed my chances, which were zero, and therefore I slit my veins with a pocketknife to die as I wanted, and not from the decomposition of my internal organs. Then we walked as a group of four along a forest road. They were angry, and I was either working for them or maintaining a weak neutrality, and we needed something. I had two revolvers and some kind of pistol; I was walking and reloading them on the go. I don't remember what was there; we were wandering somewhere, and they shot the fourth one. And then we met a werewolf. He was quite large, about three meters tall, and he was growling and pushing his way through the branches. We stopped and glared at him; I had one silver bullet somewhere, which I had loaded first into the pistol, and I was ready to pull it out and pull the trigger. The three of us were looking at him, and he was looking at us. At that moment, I realized that there were three of us: some woman; some guy in a hooded cloak; and I had a bandage on my face. We stared into the werewolf's eyes and didn't blink, and he stared at us. My eyes were already watering, and tears flowed from the corners down my cheeks and onto the bandage, when he finally turned around and went off somewhere into the thicket. Then we stood there for half a minute, and I ordered us to move on, to get out of here as quickly as possible. And there was also a small guardhouse, which looked completely empty, and in the dark window there was a small flicker of a candle. The werewolf was standing next to it. Perhaps this is the master.