I had a dream last night too, but mine didn’t have a monster persay..
I was located in a HalfLife2 / KGB / ColdWar-era revision of Shannon’s house, which seems to have been turned into barracks and torture facility of some sort. Gord (from work) was there, and seemed to be tasked with the goal of torturing me. I was very kindly shoved into the bathroom, which had been turned from a single sink/toilet/shower facility into a 3 stall cramped monstrosity complete with cluttered electronics workbench, not entirely unlike those seen in HL2. For example, the soldering iron didn’t work, and once unplugged I could not manage to plug it back in.
I moved myself into a stall and locked the door. With my arms and legs braced against the walls I felt the room start to shudder. A large flow of extreemly hot water began to flow from a bathtub faucet fixed to the stall’s side, but I attempted to keep it away from me. With a lurch, the room started to rotate, and ‘down’ness was forever changed. The room was slowly starting to fill up with water as I tried to clamor across the stalls to remain at the top.
I was privy to flashbacks of horrors that had occured in this room. Wolvereen had tried to smash his way through the single window, and hold on there. However, there were snipers on the back deck not 10 feet away which pumped his body full of holes. Mr. T also fell under them, but by drowning: wholesale inhalation of scalding water.
The room stopped filling, and gradually stopped spinning. Trembling I made my way to the door, and found it unlocked. Leaving violated some basic element of my conscience, as they had not said I could leave yet. However, I wanted to make sure my Clie and wallet stayed free of the water. When he returned I asked Gord to keep them for me, and he placed them behind the hall’s potted plant before reclosing the door.
I clamored back up the stall’s height, realizing in all this water that I needed to urinate. I woke up.