I find myself in a poorly lighted wasteland. There is dark clouds overhead and dark mist everywhere else. From time to time, a thunderbolt would strike the surface of this dead land and briefly illuminate the crags and tooth shaped rocks raised soberly from the ground.

I did not want to be here and had only come to find my boyfriend. He was lost, but I could feel his presence within the dark mists that crept mournfully about this godforsaken place. So I plunged into the mist and called out for him. It seemed I roamed for a while, sometimes walking clear out of the fog. I hadn't given up though because it felt that I was hot on his trail.

It wasn't much longer when I find him. I stand before a swirling form of black shadow and I know he is just beyond on it. I step forward and reach with my hand into the shadow to grasp him. A dark tentacle whips around my arm, but after a short struggle I pull free and step quickly back.

A black mean-eyed octopus emerges from the shadow roaring gruesomely. He is enormous, the bulk of him a mass of large, writhing, reaching tentacles that extend towards me.

At first I am only puzzled, thinking, "I thought octopuses were friendly." And I recall the local stories of large, colorful octopuses living under Deception Pass bridge who don't seem to mind the curiosity of humans.

Surprise turns quickly to terror as the beast pushes his obese body towards me. I futilely struggle to get away but his arms have wrapped around me now and I hear myself scream.

And I woke up screaming, finding myself at the foot of my bed.