Another trip into my bizarre dreamlife: werewolves and WMDs.

So last night, I dreamed that Josh had built a top secret weapon, on commission by the pentagon or something, that was housed in my old house on Ivybridge Dr. He was under orders to fire it off - an action that was going to blow off the top two floors of the house, forcing us to live in the basement for three years (thank you Dollhouse for providing this little detail) while the after effects of the explosion, or whatever it was going to do, wore off.

My parents were leaving the immediate vicinity of the blast - in an attempt to avoid it - and taking this nearsighted almost blind girl that I had guardianship of with them...but right after they left we got the order to fire the thing. Josh didn't and the crazy anarchist people right around us went insane and started rampaging through the house and completely trashing it. Which is when a werewolf, in wolf form, showed up to guard me. (I don't know, it seemed completely normal when it happened.)

Eventually the government texted my phone (for real!?!) and said we could wait until my parents were due to be out of the vicinity before firing...whatever it was Josh had built because they recognized the value of "what we had to lose." (Uhhh...right. Because governments are humanitarian like that.)