I watched the eclipse from 2:15 til just a nice slice of the white moon was visible to my binoculared eyes. Indeed, the shadow was an unearthly shade of red-orange, increasing in intensity to almost a glow...I could grasp the attraction to werewolves and Jack-the-rippers to take advantage of such a message from the heavens. Strike, said the stars, while the iron is hot. One must, after all, obey natures pleas. I didn't have the heart to wake you, knowing how 
very in tune with the moon you are.