Okay, woke up at three, drifted back off to sleep, was treated to another weird dream. I personally consider this the strangest one yet.

To begin with, I'm out on a date with Annin, and we go to take a ride on an air tram sort of thing, like so: [link]

Now, we apparently own a sheet that makes us invisible, and I hide myself under this, sit down and scare people who come to take the seat by revealing myself, and they're all like 'Ah!...oh you.' style of thing.

All's going well, when suddenly there's a flash of green light and a bolt of energy flies past, boom, and crap.

People get worried. I assure Ann that it wont happen again, but appear to be completely wrong, as many more are fired. They appear to be fired from the mouth of a giant red plastic toy dinosaur, which is fighting a trio of blue pterosaur toys that're each about the size of a passenger plane.

We all start fleeing the city across the bridge, almost getting seperated.

At this point, all continuity goes to hell, as we're now in a bus, in the center of town, with the dinosaur practically right on top of us.

The bus driver stops the bus and urges us all to flee into a nearby building.

Next, things change again, with the building and the bus suddenly being located underneath the bridge, some distance away from the dinosaur. Someone seems to have lost something of great value to them, and we set off along a trench in the ground caused by the path of one of the earlier energy bolts to retrieve it without being seen.

Next, the scene of the dream changes, to reveal a talking blue cat who apparently masterminded the whole thing, singing about decadance and corruption, starting to swell as he does so. Seeing as cats aren't the most elastic things ever, he starts to tear as he inflates, eventually bursting. Then a silouette of a brain with eyes appears [Only I have the brains to rule Lylat. D:<] continuing his talk about corruption.

He appears to be correct, back at the building everyone had previously escaped to, everyone has become a swirling vortex of random gunk, with a vaguely humanoid shape. This is apparently the physical result of everyone being consumed by corrupt thoughts and feelings.

It seems me and Ann haven't escaped this fate, as Ann rushes into the room where these gunk people are dancing [what?] she's one of them as well, as am I, and she rushes across the room, we hug, and sort of swirl together into a sort of whirlpool shape that grows smaller until it vanishes.



We don't like dreams which end with our apparent death.