baaaaaad dreams
I dreamed that my house was under attack by giant hellbeasts, about the size of the cave troll in LOTR. While this sounds very amusing when written down, it's really, really not when you're experiencing it subjectively. They were sort of a cross between giant pre-mammals and the heraldric animals from Neverwhere. Huge scaly boars and ape-iguanodons and such. The two main ones, though, I think we may have summoned somehow; there was a definite feel of culpability. We lured them into the back yard so they attacked each other instead of us.
Once in the back yard, though, the problems began, because the evilness of them turned the earth into this vile black mud. They paced around and around, wearing the mud into a pit, taking potshots at each other but mostly just existing.
(Oh, and my BOSS was there, bitching at me for not being able to get to work on time because of the GIANT EVIL MURDERY CREATURES PACING AROUND MY YARD. This part is kind of funny, actually. Apparently I put her on a par with a fifty-foot gorilla with the face of a pig.)
And then, see, the armored tortoise came. It killed the two in the yard, and we were all phew until it attacked the house. It bulldozed right through the walls. I was trapped, so I hid in my room and tried to go out the window--which I couldn't because I couldn't manage to break the glass--but then, nothing. Then the house was fine, the walls were intact, the yard looked like it used to.
And I kept seeing the tortoise out of the corner of my eyes, in places it should never be. A thirty-foot tortoise, mind you, with a long knobbed tail. Not hard to see. But it was there and not there, gone when I turned around.
That's when I woke up.
My hands are still kind of shaking. Time for a nice cup of tea, I think.