I woke up this morning from a dream in which I was hunting Sean Connery at a convention in a University -- he'd killed a couple of my friends. The only way to get him was to hit him with a UV light, which caused his limbs to shrink up into little baby-arms and -legs. I'd actually captured him, but then the bastard gave me the slip while we were taking the tram back across to the other side of the University and I was off trying to chase him down again...
...Yeah.I'd just caught up to him in a hallway and was shining the UV light on him again when my alarm went off. (Which was probably for the better, all things considered.)
I think this was a combination of Better Watch Out (which I saw for the first time last night courtesy of the Analog Demon on Twitch), a bit of Blade II (which I was watching before bed) and a Spellslinger Academy book (which I'm currently reading to see what people are doing with School For Magic ideas right now).
I'm also taking this as something of a good sign, since I generally don't wake up remembering this sort of extended-narrative dream unless I'm sleeping pretty well and getting enough sleep.
That would explain why sometimes he looked Darby O'Gill era and sometimes The Rock era...
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