No Wonder I Have Such A Hard Time Waking Up...
I remember two parts of my dream last night. The first took place in Hamburg. Miss P and I were driving around in the PT. I asked if we could drive down the Reeperbahn through St. Pauli so we could safely see the lights from her car. We missed our turn though. I told her that was alright. We d double back. We wound up on this tall, long bridge that would eventually lead us to the Trans Canada Highway (or, quite simply, the #1). We actually wound up in Central Hamburg. I ran down this series of bridges, excited by the buildings we would see, only NOTHING looked like what I saw in Hamburg, nor were any of the buildings where they should have been. Waves were high and crashing around our feet, but I ran on until about the third bridge. A really high wave crashed over that one. I could hear it as well as see it. I promptly turned and ran back towards the car...
The second part... I can t exactly remember how it started. It is in the brain pan somewhere, but the last part is the more interesting to tell. Somehow I became a werewolf, and a male one too boot. Instead of transforming into a wolf, I just had really sharp teeth and nails (I had short black hair too), and I killed my enemies by... Well... By making them bloat and ooze to death. It was super gross. Glad I didn t have a sense of smell in this dream...
The second part... I can t exactly remember how it started. It is in the brain pan somewhere, but the last part is the more interesting to tell. Somehow I became a werewolf, and a male one too boot. Instead of transforming into a wolf, I just had really sharp teeth and nails (I had short black hair too), and I killed my enemies by... Well... By making them bloat and ooze to death. It was super gross. Glad I didn t have a sense of smell in this dream...