Dream
Strangest nightmare last night. I was in a gray street, dark, gray on gray on gray, maybe an alley. This hairless twisted rat thing - like what you'd get if you crossed one of those hairless voles with a mutant four-foot-long rat. It was bleach white, and it had... ice blue eyeballs on the sides of its head. Not *in* its head, on the *sides.* If you've seen Ice Age... think the sloth. The little round marbles out on the sides like rearview mirrors on a car. The pupils were contracted to pinpricks.

It saw me. It just *focused*, natural swing of its head, then spin and stare. I could see the big ragged buck teeth bared at me, and it lunged, moving fast like something out of a nightmarish video game.

And then... I couldn't see it anymore. I heard Lynyrd Skynyrd's Sweet Home Alabama louder and clearer than I have ever heard it in my head before. Most of the time, I hear music in bits, soft and distant. Not this time. I could blame it on the amount of times I've listened to it, just like I could blame the rat's weird eyeballs to the fact that I was exposed to Ice Age last night, briefly, and saw the sloth.

Somebody came up and blocked my view of the oncoming rat. With? An electric guitar. The front panel of the guitar, shiny enameled black, loomed up big in my view. And that was it. There was a brief struggle, a battle of wills rather than an actual fight, I think - I could still see those horrific eyes for a few more minutes in my memory - and then the rat was gone.

So. In essence - Black Guitar kept me from seeing scary mutant hairless White Rat Thing, and not seeing it made it go away.

...Thoughts?