The Dreams of a Disturbed Man

Someone once said that dreams are a way for each of us to go quietly insane each night, and without them we each would in the real world. Well mine are not that crazy? I just kill huge monsters and am almost always the hero... just a normal day in my life.

Here is my dream of a Sunday night before a few days before thanksgiving.

The setting was a place sort of like our new uper Wal-Mart here in Brookings. I was apparently there shopping. Then out of these big white doors a giant behemomth breaks free of its cage. It was around 20 feet tall and covered in white fur. Sporting giant fangs and razor sharp claws as long as a man's leg. The shoppers where running to and fro in a mad dash for the exit, and the Behemoth was looking for lunch. I, however, was looking for a weapon. I grabbed four pair of scissors, and chucked them like knives at the monster and two of them stuck into his head. This simply angered the beast and it raged like never before, however my plan worked: its attention was now turned upon me instead of the innocent bystanders. Next I snatched two long jagged knives and jumped on his back Legolas style (the elf from lord of the rings) and stabbed him to the ground. I killed the nasty thing and freed the populace YAY! All in a days work... Next I see the trainer for the beast whos clumsiness almost cost many peoples lives. His henchman capture me and in true bond style they take me for a tour of their facility. They say the creatures are a result of crossbreading and cloning. A wonder of what science can do. It simple comfirms my belief that scientists are rash and lack responsibility. Another Behemoth escapes his bonds and unleashes a tremendous roar from his gaping maw. The trainer/scientist runs away in terror and so do my captors. I manage to break my bonds and decide its time for me to exit stage left as well. I proceed to the exit at hyper speed, and come to a screeching halt as I see my girlfriends younger brother casually browsing the magazines. While the monster advances on the poor creature I see trails of goo rolling down his chin in anticipation of the kill. I have a split second of doubt (to show my character is human of course) and then decide to rescue Cody. I grab two hammers and hurl the projectiles with my massive arms which are rippling with muscle and riddled with bulging veins. Hey ugly come get some! Then I see a giant sabre gleaming a brilliant silver and do a barrel roll for it and grab it skillfully. I do a leap attack and bury it hilt deep into the monster and it crumpes to the ground in a pathetic heap of its former self. All the store goers cheer and rejoice. The monster trainer comes and apologizes profusely at my feet. I steal his keys that open the other monster's cages and shoo him away like a sack of garbage. Evil scientists 0 Me 1.