Today when I woke up at my usual time, I decided to take another half-hour sleep. I had a pretty disturbing dream within this half-hour.

I remember being in a condominium in which my family and i apparently lived. It was time to go to the city, which took at least an hours drive. When i looked out of the window, the building we wanted to go to was right outside below us. I asked mum if I could just glide down. She disagreed, mainly because she was afraid of dad (who already left for the place) will be angry. We fought for a moment but then I just shapeshifted into something with wings and glided down.

I was at the courtyard of the building before dad arrived. He was pretty butthurt at me for arriving before him. I later then saw a little helicopter contraption. It reminded me of those little motorized gliders or open aircraft's . Even though I knew I could shapeshift and fly from there, I wanted to give this dangerous looking contraption a go, after all, it was only a dream. I told this to myself. I sat in the seat and picked up the controller. It was just like the controller of tiny model helicopters. I flew. It was difficult to control. I gained a lot of attention, people taking photos and people cheering. Then the battery ran out. When I was safely landed.

All of a sudden I decided to do some shapeshifting into a monster and scaring people, because It is a favourite dreamland pastime of mine. I was inside a building, it looked like some kind of dark asylum. Quite creepy actually, but vacant with people. I transformed into a little lizard-like monster with big teeth, but problem was I was no bigger than a toy dog. It felt silly, but I went round being nasty to the scared inhabitants anyway. Because it is fun.

Later on, all of a sudden there was a very big monster, looked like a brown salamander, about the size of a tiger. It was a giant sausage with four legs. Apparently this monster was owned (or was) one of my friends , plateacedia. We faught, lashing teeth and claws and snarls of pure rage and yadda yadda. I wanted to keep fighting because the opposing monster tasted so good, because the skin was like sausage or salami.

Things happened, forgot what, and all of a sudden I was owned by a psycho woman who appeared completely innocent and harmless, but actually cannibalized children. Her house was very pretty, many flowers and pretty old fashioned designs. I knew that she was going to kill me one day, but I still treated her as if she was my mother.

I went out with her and my friends to a carnival at night, or at least, I was walking with my friends and my psycho mom at night and saw a ferris wheel lit up. I transformed into a big hawk-eagle thing and flew overhead to get a proper look. And because flying is just badass and i do it at every possible oppertunity. Flap those big wings and scooping up the air and rising up and feeling so in-control, including tail rudder use. But anyway, went to this carnival. Saw two bald asian guys in pink and blue robes in a small coin-pay ride going round and round. My sister screamed and said she saw one of their butts.

For some reason we went to the information counter and talked about deaths at a carnival. We then brought up a very well known freak accident , and claiming that we were close to the person who was involved in it. The info counter lady went wide eyed as if she was looking at celebrities. Nothing much happened after that before we headed home.

Sat in the psycho lady house and looked outside at her garden. Hanging pots of flowers ad beautifully decorated private garden. For some reason there was a freezer in the corner of the garden with fish in it, and when lunch time came, all the children that happened to be in the house for some reason lined up at the freezer and took out a fish of their choice.

This part is very fuzzy... all mixed up, but I do recall the garden hiding many grisly secrets, and many birds who entered the garden died there. I remember having a large, pretty bird fly up to me, looking scared and shaken, not wanting to be let go. Very cute and soft. Then I saw a sparrow up in one of the hanging pots. It was singing a strange song. The bird I was holding told me that "The bird's brother is dead in his nest. The baby bird was crying because his brother was dead in the nest. He has to stay with his decomposing brother because he cannot fly yet. " I reached up and shook the pot, and a dead bird dropped out.

"Would you like me to make a clean new nest?" I asked the little bird. He replied with a chirp. And then my dog frigging woke me up.