More dreams
So last night, I was in Ireland, in the house I grew up in.
Being attacked by pixies, giants, lions, bears, 8' homicidal maniacs armed with two huge cleavers and various monsters that were magically appearing. Why me, I have no idea. I wasn't on my own, there was someone else on my side. I can't remember who they were, but they spent all their time running away from everything and screaming, so not particularly useful.
Most of the fighting took place in the back garden (which had grown to football-field proportions), or in the shed (which had similarly grown in size) as there wasn't room in the house to swing the staff.
I had a staff (which felt comforting), and all the creatures had their health displayed above their heads as a %......
Whenever a creature was beaten to 0%, it would vanish, only to reappear a few minutes later.
Someone was casting spells to make some of the pixies immune to other creatures fireballs (which were being thrown about with wild abandon), and someone was arguing with someone else about whether or not some immunity spell they had cast on Mickey Mouse (in sorcerer's apprentice garb) would grant them immunity to something. I didn't really pay attention, the dude with the cleavers was after me (and he was over-stated to hell).....
I don't feel rested. I have a Math mid-term in under 2 hours.....