Dream a little dream of being trapped in a mental hospital.

Well, it's a Friday morning and the snow is blowing sideways past the window. It looks almost like bees.

I had one of my video game dreams last night, which is weird for someone who hasn't played a video game since the first Bloody Roar. I was in a group of special forces people (or something) who had been sent to a mental hospital (or something) and once we were there, we couldn't get out. The building was huge and rambling, all hallways, stairways, and every now and then, something would jump out at us.

So we wandered around most of the night getting picked off one by one. Some mutanty werewolves bit one of the group (his name was Jerome) and he locked himself up in a room with one of them. That left us with just three, me, the leader, and a woman who was suddenly psychic now that she was in the building. We made out way out of the building and took off, but everywhere we went, people were crazed. We were nearly run over several times by maniacs in cars, so we decided to head up into the woods. Brilliant, no?

The woods were all slimy, and tangled in vines. It was like they had been made out of spare squid parts. Every so often, we'd find a person shambling around, also slimy. Finally, the squiddy woods got so thick, we had to stop. and then we realized that through the vines we could see a window pane. After all that, we were still inside. Which ticked us all off no end. So the guns came out and we blasted our way through. As we climbed out the window into what we hoped was the the world. The psychic lady got a flash that Jerome would kill all the bad guys inside.

Then I woke up and had to scramble. I'm just glad my brain got to a good stopping point before that.