I had a horrible dream last night. A freaky, nonsensical one. For some reason I was running in a underground tunnel system, with a long, deep channel of water runnning down the middle. I had a box of comic books, and some little figurines that were Newton and my sweetie (Not sure if they were really them, or just toys, but my dream mind said to protect them at any cost). There was a pack of wolves chasing me, and the tunnel was badly lit… All I could see was the wolves eyes in the dark, and echoing growls. To throw the animals off my scent, I urinated on some of the comic books… I remember taking a long time to weed out the ones I didn’t like as much… old Issues of Superboy, and tossed them down a side tunnel. I dove into the water, and swam upstream… the water seemed very clean, so I don’t think I was in a sewer. only one wolf followed me, and I savagely ripped out it’s throat when it clamped it’s mouth on my right arm. It was very vivid, and turns my stomach just thinking about it. The body I put in the water, and sent it floating downstream to the others, hoping it would make them slow down, and possibly eat him. I waded out of the water, figurines still in hand, and bright lights and a klaxon alarm went off… I began running again…Newton was on my shoulder, wearing a diving mask and a snorkel.

Then I woke up, heart racing, and in a sweat.

Yuck.