I'm still shaken by the dreams of Saturday morning which involved various attempts to escape from the rituals of a pervasive sex-magic cult. On some level, the idea doesn't sound so bad, except that the practice caused most of the women I was with to become deformed - often with club feet or legs replaced entirely by growths of ivy - and brainwashed. Pretty much everything I tried to guide the dream elsewhere just led back to this, to the point where I just started feeling like I was trapped and was making things far worse for not surrendering to it.
So um, yeah. Happy Monday, everyone.