Cruise Ship Werewolf
Hot off the neurons: About once every two years or so I have a dream involving a girl, LG, I went to high school with. I don't really understand why she shows up in my dreams: although she was pretty I didn't really have a crush on her, we weren't close friends, and we rarely even spoke. And yet, other than my two best friends, I don't really ever have dreams about anyone I went to high school with.
The Mall of America had been stuffed into the bloated hull of a cruise ship and then shoved out to sea in the hope it would never return. That's where it looked like we were. There were werewolves on the cruise ship along with with droves of the the sort of people I imagine buy passage on these floating eyesores. The werewolves were the main problem, but there was also a vague sense of urgency related to a limbo competition that I don't recall the details of.
LG and I were fleeing from one particular werewolf for most of the dream. The thing was unshakable. We tried any number of crazy things to get rid of it, including-most memorably-LG spraying it in the face with some kind of aerosol that she ignited by furiously snapping her fingers.
The dream ended when we were forced to the bow of the vessel and had to make our final stand. The vessel was being tossed by large swells, and as the bow rose up with each wave we would float up high above the deck. The situation soon became precarious and we drifted away from the ship entirely and then out into and among the waves, where we were cast about by them and flung up into the air over and over again. It was the most marvelous flying dream I have had in a long time.
The Mall of America had been stuffed into the bloated hull of a cruise ship and then shoved out to sea in the hope it would never return. That's where it looked like we were. There were werewolves on the cruise ship along with with droves of the the sort of people I imagine buy passage on these floating eyesores. The werewolves were the main problem, but there was also a vague sense of urgency related to a limbo competition that I don't recall the details of.
LG and I were fleeing from one particular werewolf for most of the dream. The thing was unshakable. We tried any number of crazy things to get rid of it, including-most memorably-LG spraying it in the face with some kind of aerosol that she ignited by furiously snapping her fingers.
The dream ended when we were forced to the bow of the vessel and had to make our final stand. The vessel was being tossed by large swells, and as the bow rose up with each wave we would float up high above the deck. The situation soon became precarious and we drifted away from the ship entirely and then out into and among the waves, where we were cast about by them and flung up into the air over and over again. It was the most marvelous flying dream I have had in a long time.