Beware of Hazardous Man!

So the other night I had this dream. Actually, I've had many recently, but I'm sure this one must be terribly meaningful on some esoteric level.

Mom and i were tooling around town and ended up in this officey sort of building. Everything smelled like a skunk had wandered through sometime recently, and it seemed like every conversation we passed contained some mention of the infamous and mysterious Hazardous Man, a recently celebrated public menace. He was a black-clad ninja with Spiderman qualities, and he could turn invisible, so for all we knew he could have stuck himself in a corner of the ceiling above our heads and been waiting there like a spider. Dang creep. Well we weren't too worried; we were busy. In one of the offices we passed a woman was handing a skunk to a man over a desk, and I remarked to Mom, "Man, I can't believe how much continuity my dreams have! First we smell a skunk, and then there really is one! Wow!" Pretty cool.

A few minutes later, people started streaming through this narrow hallway, panicked. They had all been attacked by Hazardous Man, and although no one was visibly hurt, there were waving hands and cries of "Beware, beware!" So we bewore. 

A little later I was going up some stairs in that area and stumbled across a couple of cats and a dog, who were growling and snarling and waving claws at a corner of the ceiling. I looked up just as Hazardous Man was materializing and coiling like a snake. I turned and ran, but I'd been eating those cheap pulpy apples and a big piece of skin was sticking my teeth together so I couldn't scream, and my feet were suddenly so heavy I knew I wouldn't make it another heart beat. And then I woke up. Hmmm...

Ask me sometime about the poison shower, or the whale shells, or the failed revolutions, or the KKK, the mafia, all the wars of the last century, flying, aliens and spaceships overthrowing Mao Tzedong, or the Serpress of Seas Eden, or Doctor Who. Sleeping is fun.