Then at last, it emerged from the walls and it was...quite possibly the LEAST scary monster I've ever seen. I mean, on the terror scale, it registered significantly below an incontinent mime. It resembled a giant scoop of bright yellow coleslaw, with a fringe of sallow yellow, bony hands for feet, and on top was a spring, embedded in the coleslaw, with a horned skull bobbing up and down on the end. The skull's horns were bright red. I was not impressed. Even in the dream, even as I knew these creature was a menace and was trying to kill me, I was like "Dude. No. What the heck is this supposed to be? Try harder!"
So I fought it off and I think I probably killed it, and then there was a complex series of mostly incomprehensible vignettes where hornets infested the deck and had to be cleaned off, I hung out in a Sumerian coffin, packed with a kind of jade clay, while people performed this solemn quasi-viking ritual for the death of a demigod (I wasn't the demigod, evidentally having a chick in a coffin was just part of the rite) I was briefly a grad student trying to finish my Classics degree, and my friend Carlota remodelled her bathroom twice, a fact I kept discovering as I had to keep going over there and use the bathroom to soak hornet stings or wash off the remains of a lot of jade clay, or whatever.
But the coleslaw-scoop monster was just too silly to let pass.