Late Night Post

Why on earth am I up at 230a, when I had to be up at 6am on Wednesday morning? I promise that I went to bed. For some reason, though, my mind decided to send me on a wild journey that would end with me waking while snarling/snoring and drooling.

The primary gist of the dream was that I was a wizard apprentice. It felt like modern day, so no time travel here. However, my master either was hiding from bad guys or was a part-time bad guy himself. I recall learning to use a levitation/flight spell, so I could snoop on his meetings. I vaguely remember that I was a werewolf, a la worgen of World of Warcraft fame.

I then remember being in the back of a car, and just being a passenger at first. Then, I was observing the wizard in the backseat. Then, I was the wizard again, and knocked out the back window of the car (which was something like a compact car). I then shouted "help!" to anyone we passed.

Then, I got angry, because I realized that now *I* was being kidnapped (not just the wizard). I remember getting out of the car (no one stopped me), and grabbing the collar of the shirt of the guy driving the car, and using that handful of shirt to twirl the car around my head several times. Then, I pounced and grabbed the steak (Huh?! Bad guy became cartoon-sized steak.) and took a big bite as I began to eat. I was snarling as I ate, and I woke myself with a "snarl": I was sawing lumber bad enough that it's a wonder my wooden bedframe was still in one piece! :) I was drooling quite well, though it was thankfully restricted to my mouth

That was absolutely fascinating and, upon waking, felt like I needed to pay attention to what occurred in it. Now, thankfully, I'm damned near about to pass out. I'm gonna wrap this up and hit the hay again.

..maybe this time I can sleep without trying to eat the bad guys. :)