Update: After 7-8 hours at the airport, I gave in and threw some scrill at a cheap motel room with free shuttle service to and from the airport. I slept a few hours, then stayed up until about 7 a.m., at which point I called the front desk and scheduled a 7:50 wake-up call. From 7 to 7:50 I had the most horrific nightmare ever, waking up every five or ten minutes then falling right back asleep in continuations of the nightmare. It started with me alone in a two story house with very large rooms, very high ceilings, huge atrium, great central living room, furnished with all the taste of royalty. There was furniture and objects everywhere in every room. It was only this costumed man and I (I don't remember what he was wearing, but he was completely clothed except for his head), and he told me he wanted to demonstrate the beautiful. From this point on he was costumed entirely. He had a bottomless bag of human skulls, which he would throw at a random wall/object in a room and it would ricochet off of things about ten times until it had hit a cleaver or some other weapon which would "naturally" (laws of physics were not in this dream) travel out of one of the many open windows in the house and maim or kill a child. For some reason, I didn't intervene--I think 'cause he convinced me that it was natural or beautiful or inevitable or something. After four or five of these killings, the older children in the neighborhood caught wind of what was happening and came over/around/into the house. At this point I was trying to hide myself. Here's one point at which I woke up, and then fell back asleep. Now I was standing outside with one of the older kids pointing a gun at me. I looked back and there was a dead little girl lying face-down and a mangled boy still breathing. I went to the boy, trying to pick him up, but the older kid started shooting. I dropped the boy and ran outside to the front yard. Apparently Madman Max, as I now knew him to be (don't know how), had recruited some of the older kids to his cause, killing the rest. I waited behind some bushes in another yard for awhile then went back to the house, which was empty except for whispering rebounding and reverberating off the walls of the house through all the open rooms. I saw Max suspended in the air with his back against a wall about ten feet up. He said all children would now die, and he started throwing skull after skull after skull in quick succession. I finally realized I could stop it, and I ran to each skull and spiked it down or misdirected its course any way I could. He then started throwing them with the intent of killing me, but I swatted those down too. Then the wake-up call woke me up. This isn't a troll. I'm like still off because of that dream.
Now I'm sitting in the airport, waiting for my 11:20 flight to San Francisco. From there I'll go home.
