Thanks A Lot, Subconscious!
I seem to be feeling so guilty/inadequate about something that the last two nights in a row I've been plagued my ridiculous stress dreams. These dreams are so unsettling to my unconscious self that I find myself waking up around 4 am in order to escape them. And then I have difficultly falling back to sleep. This sucks. It's like a backwards version of my usual insomnia.
The first night I dreamt about cannibals.
Last night I dreamt I was house-sitting for my parents in New England when I got into some trouble. I was on trial for a crime I did not commit, and at the same time a wizard was trying to assassinate me. Seriously. In retrospect it was kind of funny, but at the time it was very upsetting.
First the wizard sent a slew of wild animals after me. Good thing I happened to be a werewolf! I managed to fight/calm down the wild animals and turn them to my side. I kept them in my backyard. In the meantime, I really didn't want to deal with my own trial. It was confusing. My lawyer kept sending me letters and documents, but I didn't want to have to appear in court. I had more important things to deal with, like murderous wizards. After the failure of the rabid wild animals, the wizard sent out a robotic troll to kill me. With the help of my animal friends (go, attack bear, go!) and my lyncanthropy, I was able to behead the robotic troll. The two parts of its corpse began to beep slowly, then faster. Then they self-destructed. It was a small explosion, but it messed up my dad's stereo.
I decided it was time to leave.
I took a plane with my sister and we went to my dad's place in Florida. My dad and my stepmom were there, and they started questioning me about the situation. Why had I abandoned the house? Well, because a wizard kept sending creatures there to murder me, and I was worried all the fighting would mess up the furniture. They didn't seem at all surprised about the wizard's existence, but they couldn't understand why he was so mad at me.
"Well, you must have done something to offend him," they said.
"No," I protested. "I've never even met the guy!"
My sister backed me up with this choice bit of dialogue. "Yeah, man. Wizards are fucking nuts."
Please, make it stop.
The first night I dreamt about cannibals.
Last night I dreamt I was house-sitting for my parents in New England when I got into some trouble. I was on trial for a crime I did not commit, and at the same time a wizard was trying to assassinate me. Seriously. In retrospect it was kind of funny, but at the time it was very upsetting.
First the wizard sent a slew of wild animals after me. Good thing I happened to be a werewolf! I managed to fight/calm down the wild animals and turn them to my side. I kept them in my backyard. In the meantime, I really didn't want to deal with my own trial. It was confusing. My lawyer kept sending me letters and documents, but I didn't want to have to appear in court. I had more important things to deal with, like murderous wizards. After the failure of the rabid wild animals, the wizard sent out a robotic troll to kill me. With the help of my animal friends (go, attack bear, go!) and my lyncanthropy, I was able to behead the robotic troll. The two parts of its corpse began to beep slowly, then faster. Then they self-destructed. It was a small explosion, but it messed up my dad's stereo.
I decided it was time to leave.
I took a plane with my sister and we went to my dad's place in Florida. My dad and my stepmom were there, and they started questioning me about the situation. Why had I abandoned the house? Well, because a wizard kept sending creatures there to murder me, and I was worried all the fighting would mess up the furniture. They didn't seem at all surprised about the wizard's existence, but they couldn't understand why he was so mad at me.
"Well, you must have done something to offend him," they said.
"No," I protested. "I've never even met the guy!"
My sister backed me up with this choice bit of dialogue. "Yeah, man. Wizards are fucking nuts."
Please, make it stop.