Harry Potter and the Nightmare on Elm Street

Woke up two nights ago at three AM from a terrifying nightmare where I was at the Hogwart's wizard school from the Harry Potter series and I was battling along with my trusty schoolmates none other than Freddy Krueger. 

Trust me, this was a lot scarier than it sounds. 

I am still confused as to whether I WAS harry potter, since I never actually saw myself (do you ever?).  Either way, he was in the school, randomly ripping apart students, and it was up to me to stop him.  Very bloody business.  Somehow from there, the dream started spiraling into WEIRD and the last thing I remember is I had to find the evil fetus that powered the dream Krueger and stab it with a stake.  It was as realistic as a dream that absurd could be, and I woke up freaked out.  After that, I was on some kind of hyper-alert status and jumped at every noise.  Its amazing how easy it is for your scaredy-brain to convince you that the dog licking herself is really Freddy Krueger coming out of a nightmare to dismebowel you when its three o'clock in the morning. 

Anyway, I never went back to sleep, just tossed and turned and tried not to wake up Chris.  Yesterday I pretty much caffeinated myself awake and went overboard or something since once again, I woke up at around 3 AM and couldn't get back to sleep. 

At this point I am pretty sure due to sleep deprivation I've stopped making sense in various conversations and/or emails to co-workers - and maybe when I read this tomorrow, in this blog post :)

Oh! its 5 PM and time to go home.  Lets hope tonight is Krueger free. 

Did I mention I wasn't ever scared of him when I watched the movies as kid?  Oh well, I'm not attracted to President Obama physically, but that didn't stop me from having dirty dreams about him.  A mind is a very weird thing.