I tend not to post dreams because people who know me in real life don't always get it, but imago1 wrote one down late last night about trashing a hotel room rockstar-style, so I feel like I have permission.
Forty-five minutes ago, I woke from a dream where I was piloting a giant sea monster underwater. It felt somewhat like driving an eighteen wheeler, though I have never driven an eighteen wheeler. I didn't feel wet, but the cab I was sitting in felt fleshy. We were moving rapidly but I don't know where we were going.
I was singing a song that most likely went, "Trampled by dawn, sweet festering hole in me..." though "sweet" may have been "weak," I couldn't tell for sure partially because the acoustics were odd. Perhaps I was singing two verses at the same time.