Tuesday, March 11, 2014


I wish that I could always dream mundane, boring, completely forgettable dreams.  But my record of epic nightmares continues.

Last night I actually got up and walked around the house for a few minutes to make sure I would break the cycle and not have a recurring nightmare (this happens a lot, too).

Werewolves.  Where do these things come from?  Anyway, fortunately, these werewolves could be killed by conventional weapons, no silver bullets or anything special like that needed.  Unfortunately, it took a massive number of injuries to put one down.  We were running out of ammo.  And then...some of them came back as zombie werewolves.

This cartoonish drawing is actually pretty accurate.


  1. I always tell anyone who will listen after one of these dreams that my mind hates me. It kind of makes sense allegorically: you fight humans who have lowered themselves into animal states, but even after defeat they rise up and continue mindlessly attacking you. This is simply everyday life.