more dreams

Last night I dreamed I was in the Amazon jungle trying to stop some kind of development. It was kind of a cross between Fern Gully and WtA. I was the only one without powers or weapons, so I decided to fake it until you make it.

Everyone else was shapechanging and summoning the forces of nature. I found out the name of the development foreman and stalked over to him in the middle of all the magical battle.

“William Thurman McDonald!” I yelled. (It’s a name from an old episode of Night Court.) “By your True Name I Summon Thee!” And he made a WTF face at me and I kicked him square in the crotch. I don’t remember if it worked or not, but I woke up thinking I had at least helped the cause a little.