Okay, so my LJ is rapidly becoming my Wacky Dream Journal, but my dreams are always so much more interesting than my actual life, which is dull, so what the hell.
So. In the dream, I am fighting evil with a big kick-arse sword, as you do, except that David Bowie is there with me. So after lots of fancy kung-fu action and smashing through windows etc, I kill this big demony vampire thing who - get this - as he dies causes time to sort of explode around him because he lived way longer than people are supposed to and so when he died the time he'd been holding on to sort of ...escaped... Look, it made sense in the dream, okay? Anyway, the effect was that despite my efforts to protect him, it made David Bowie go BACK in time physically, so he went from hot 50 year old David Bowie to mega-hot 70's era David Bowie complete with fire-engine red mullet and snazzy red outfit. Awesome! So then I said to David Bowie "Now that we've killed Bealzebub" (apparently it was the devil we killed) "We have to kill God." When he asked why I said something along the lines of "Because God doesn't care about us. Look at the world, at the state it's in. This world was created as an experiment, to make everything that can go wrong, to watch us suffer. God is like a kid with an ant farm. He's evil. We have to kill him. We have to end this." Then I held my sword and looked up at the sky in a heroic kind of way, and waited for God's answer, or for him to come down and fight me. And that's where the dream ended, and I didn't even get to snog David Bowie, although there was cuddling in a I-will-stand-between-you-and-big-evil-rather-closer-than-necessary kind of way.

Dude. I so need therapy. I blame Phillip Pullman.