Schmaven's Dream Journal of Randomness

Somehow, I am Arnold Schwarzenegger in the prime of his body building career. Jogging down the street, a pack of vicious beasts, sort of like a cross between wild boars, and jackals, surrounds me, snarling and baring their teeth. Saliva dripping from their mouths, they intend to tear me to pieces. One of them jumps at me, I grab it by the upper jaw and my other hand on its lower jaw, and rip its face in half. The other beasts see this and run away, leaving me in peace.

I remember that it is very important to retrieve something from a nearby store. Something that is rightfully mine, that I now have to 'steal' to recover. I go into the store, and find it. That was easy. I turn around to leave, but the staff, all magical elves, are blocking my exit, telling me to put it back. I know I'm just doing what's right here, so I ignore them and walk through a group of them. I'm too big for them to stop me, and their pulling at my arms and legs hardly slows me down at all.

One of the elves jumps up in front of me, and sprinkles some glittery powder all over my hands and the objects I am holding. It burns a little, but not very much. The elf laughs as he hops away at they let me leave. Before I get to the exit, everything I am holding starts fading in and out of reality, eventually disappearing all together. Now I understand what that powder was for - to keep people from walking out with stuff without paying for it...