I had an odd dream the other night. It was at night, and at a friend’s house. Actually, the house changed a bit. It was my friend’s house, it was the house I grew up in in San Diego, and it was another house, all mixed together. There was a party going on.
For some reason I was outside relieving myself behind a large tree. There was a commotion and everyone rushed inside of the house. A large white-and-grey-mottled grizzly bear appeared near the structure. I guess I had consumed mass quantities of beer, as I could not “break stream” and take cover. When I finished, I found that I had a Winchester repeating rifle. But the trigger was weird. It was a little lever like the kind you’d find on an old fountain pen. I was unable to shoot the bear, as I had not figured out how to work the trigger by the time I did get into the house.
I made it inside the house without being attacked, but the bear was now some sort of unseen demon. Then I started summoning all sorts of “ghoulies and ghosties and long-legged beasties”. They were hideous-looking, but actually quite friendly. All of the partiers except my friend were gone. The demon-thing was stalking us, and I was rallying the ghosts and we were all hunting the demon.
I don’t remember how it ended, as this was a couple of nights ago and I’ve just remembered it; but I and my “Army of the Dead” banished the demon and “All’s well that ends well”.