Last night's was a doozie. To start, there were the bears. I dreamed I was in a hospital full of hundreds of bears. Not friendly teddybear-type bears, but big, scary, 'WHO'S BEEN EATING MY PORRIDGE? I WILL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF PUNY HUMAN!!!' bears. (I don't remember being traumatised by Goldilocks...)

 

There was a lot of running around corridors, trying to stay hidden, and then I found a group of people in a safe area (some kind of elevator / button / steel door system to get in, too complex for the bears). That was quite cool – we went out on a couple of brief rescue missions, gathered a whole bunch of survivors together, and we made a break for it on a train (I dunno what the train was doing there).

 

But when we got out, no one was there helping to contain the hospital full of bears. I soon realised why: there was an erupting volcano. Yay! Fate has it in for me. If the bears don't get me, Firey Lava Death will.

 

Cue driving (in those big, shiny black SUVs that the authorities in disaster movies always drive), fleeing, etc, around lots of redbrick streets. I wanted to drive up, figuring, y'know, lava flows downhill... unfortunately, the hill I chose to drive up turned out to be the hill the lava was flowing down, so it was coming towards me faster. Eep.

 

Screech of tyres, turn around, realise I can do something with wiring that will help to stop the lava (something to do with a giant air conditioner...), I made the driver stop despite approaching Firey Lava Death (apparently I think of myself as heroic and self-sacrificing), twisted a few wires together... Cut to Far Away, giant air conditioner kicks in... but not in time to save me. Flee in SUV again. Stop at crossroads – lava at all possible turns. I spend last few seconds wondering if I'll pass out / die from the fumes first, or if I'll be conscious when my clothes catch on fire and my bones begin to melt, and if closing my eyes will make any difference, or if the heat will fry the eyelids, and –

 

- I wake up. Eesh.

 

I'd thrown the cover off and my back was cold – this invariably causes me to have nightmares. Plus last night I nearly put my hand on the biggest spider I'd ever met (I actually screamed – and that's very unlike me), and then I was writing about house fires just before I went to bed (d'oh). And obviously I should never have watched 'Volcano'. Okay, I didn't watch it recently, but apparently it stuck in my brain. Disaster movies do that to me – I can't watch them.

 

Bah at bad dreams.