It was night, and I was sleeping with my cousin (female, and innocent, blah.). The room layout was quite familiar, but hard to describe here. Then there was a war and I was involved in it, and out of a sudden fairies flew in and started attacking us. They were like fireflies, with glowing bulbs and they landed on the humans and burned us. I can't remember much of the war, but after that I was at a coffeeshop moaning to a group of doddery old English women about how my body was covered with blisters and I ached all over from saving the world. They were quite sympathetic, if I remember correctly.

Then I walked away from them and ended up at the back of an old building where I suddenly had trouble moving and had to wade/fly/pull myself through to the side of it, where there was a door. I entered... into a pet shop! They sold hamsters! Or rather, hamster-robins/robin-hamsters, I can't remember the exact term. They had the head and body of hamsters but tail feathers of robins. I was very interested and asked the shopkeeper about them, but then I woke up and had a very strong urge to buy hamsters.

I have no idea why I'm writing this here. This, I think, is up there with the dream about batman in the yellow suit and bright blue celtic warriors. I should compile all my dreams into a book and donate it to a psychiatric institute or something. I'm quite sure Jung and Freud, were they alive, would have loved to have me as a patient. Meh, two people have even offered to give me free consultations when they become psychologists just so they could study me.

Why fairies, though, of all things?? And hamster-robins? (But gods, they were pretty. If only I could have continued sleeping for a bit more, so that I could have bought them...)