I don't suffer from insanity,

Weird (but fun) dream last night:

The dream started out with me as a normal person who had been kidnapped by some crazy dude who looked a lot like Steve Buscemi. I was being held in a room in an insane asylum. I was keeping a journal, and apparently I had several books worth of journals so I had been a captive for quite some time.

At one point I was rescued by some "angels." Apparently there exsisted a secret world. Of course there was. I mean, really, I love White Wolf games, so this one is no surprise to me. Anyway, this secret world had two different types of supernaturals. Kind of like angels versus undead. I call them "angels" because they had feathered wings and could fly (plus they had this glowy golden aura sometimes), but I don't know that they were specifically angels. They had a "good" agenda, though. The undead were a bit like spiders in that they could run up walls and across ceilings, and could leap crazy distances, but not fly. The undead outnumbered the angels and were winning.

My rescuers turned me into one of the angels (I have no idea how that worked out). They turned me so I could help rescue another angel. We were hiding out in some concrete steam-punky looking catacombs underneath a huge warehouse, where they told me what was going on. I had to disguise myself as one of the undead to rescue the other angel (a child) they had captured. Myself and another angel went - we had an illusion that could alter appearances, but not entirely, so our wings looked like wire coat hangers with feathers glued to them in a kind of disdainful mockery of the angel wings.

We met up with the undead on a roof top in some gothic-stylized city. Very picturesque. Myself and the other angel had pretended to "climb" up the wall ala the spider-walk that the undead did, and met some undead there. The child was there, too, and we argued over the kid. The arguement escalated into a fight and during the fight, of course, our true nature was revealed. Then it got nasty. And very cinematic.

I woke up at some point during the fight. I think we were winning. Darned alarm clock.

Writing all this out makes me see some definite movie themes in this dream. The insane asylum room looked remarkably like the hotel room from The Lost Room. The theme with the angels versus the undead reminds me kind of the Russian movies Night Watch and its sequel Day Watch. Nifty.

I lived in a large, older home from around the late 1800s. It was at the top of a hill, and I shared the home with the mayor and her ten-year-old(ish) son. I had the third floor all to myself. The first floor had a foyer, a formal dining and a parlor in the front, then a kitchen and a breakfast room, a sun room and a bathroom in the back. The second floor was the mayor's. I don't recall everything, but at some point there was this huge flood that washed through the city, but since we were at the top of a hill it only went up about two feet around the outside of our house. We stuffed towels etc in all the cracks and kept most of the water on the outside.

When all the water abated, the mayor went out to check on her citizens. Unfortunately, all the villans came out, as well, to loot and plunder the flooded homes. I was upstairs in my suite looking out the window when I saw five of them eyeing our house from the sidewalk in front. I went to my closet, got out my shotgun and went downstairs. By the time I got there, they had already come in the back door. I warned them that if they didn't leave, I would shoot. They didn't. So I worked the action of the shotgun (with difficulty, heh, which was realistic enough) and waited for them to come into the dining room from the kitchen.

I woke up at some point during the ensuing gun fight to my beep-beeping alarm.

Too bad Matt wasn't awake. Heh.