Yeti!!!

I dreamed that the survival of humanity depended on us collaborating with the Yeti. While at somebody's lake cottage in Michigan, I was given this assignment along with my friend Michael (who has previously displayed supernatural abilities in the dreamscape such as changing tires with his bare hands), my son Donovan, and two other children unrelated to me, but essential to this mission as they were 13th cousins to the Yeti or somesuch.

Anyway, we walked about a mile from the lake and cottages -- this had to be done at dawn and in stealth. If we were seen, the corporations would level the forest in order to sell the lumber.

This forest also held magical secrets, which could help heal humanity AND it was home of the Yetis -- where would they live if it were destroyed? Certainly, they wouldn't form an alliance with us if their forest were destroyed -- and that alliance was our only hope in surviving the horrible battles that were coming to pass.

The trees were so old, mossy and gnarled. There were spider webs as thick as alpaca blankets along the perimeter. We stepped into the lovely, damp magical woods. We looked behind us and at each other. No one had trailed us. We could hear the Yeti gathering up ahead in a clearing and we walked toward them. Just then, a music box started tinkling -- it had fallen open in the little girls jacket pocket. We could hear the Yeti fleeing and the little girl's face crumpled with tears.

The sound of the music box was actually my alarm clock.

Damned mandatory awakening!