I dreamed there was a guy with a minigun hunting down my friends (and probably me too) and just slaughtering anybody who got in the way. I was human and I think pre transition, and everybody trans I knew had never transitioned, they seemed unaware that it was even something they had wanted, or could do. Horrifying.

I knew it was just a matter of time before he got me, and it'd probably happen with me jumping in front of someone...

So I faced him down in the middle of this square full of elevators. Managed, somehow, to get him to miss me. Told him he was using the wrong bullets and his gun was going to explode, and he switched to just punching people instead. Somebody with an Australian accent told me it was all fine now, and I should go meet them "at Lake Union" in an hour and a half to get sent back to my world. And then I was all alone and still couldn't find any of my friends.

Anyway, that's why I can't fall back asleep this morning.