~stumbles~
~takes alarm clock~
~violently defenestrates said alarm clock~
Fuck.
Anyways.
All I remember of the dream was some hairy humanoid got the jump on me, immobilized me, and was deciding if to rip my heart out upwards through my throat, or downwards through my belly. It was really juggling the sweet satisfaction of evisceration against having to spend so much time later making sure it washed all the gore out of its fur.
The alarm clock rescued me.
I am not happy.
I had just become lucid, you see. Which meant it was my time to play.
Fuck.
Maybe later.
Right now, coffee then eviscerating the world.