X-Men, Vampire Slayers and Hogwarts Students

Ok. Last night was ridiculous.

After Warhammer, the boys and I piled into cars and headed to Waffle House at 10 p.m. Which, I have to say, is much more early (ergo, reasonable) than usual, so better for our stomachs. Stu and I split hashbrowns and cheese (does American cheese count? I don't think it's *really* cheese...), waffles, and bacon. Delicious.

But of course, my dreams were insane. When aren't they, really?

Here's what happened:

I was at the house I always dream about (the one I lived in the longest...makes sense, I guess), and we were expecting visitors. Or at least, I was. I was part of a staff that hosted in the house - for various groups of people/students. (I guess it was like a mid-way point to their schools or something. I guess we were a train station of sorts) I poked my head out the back door and realized we were *IN* a train - the house was actually a moving train car. We were near the back.

Anyway, I slid open the door and peeked out to see one of our students huddled in a heap of lumber. I was about to go talk to him for a secret meeting (Oh yes, I was also a part of some Order or other...not sure if it was Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore's Army, the X-Men with Professor Xavier, or the Scooby Gang, but it was definitely one of those), but then I turned my head to the right and saw a bunch of rather unsavory characters - some of the evil X-Men (they were young at this point) and Draco Malfoy.

So I covered up my surprise and asked them all into the kitchen, where we began feeding the good (and bad) highschool students. And they were from everywhere - we had witches and wizards from Hogwarts, students from SunnyDale High, and of course students from Professor Xavier's school. I served them and then made my way to the other side of the car, to open the front door to go out on the porch.

This side of the train car wasn't moving, so I'm not really sure if we were trans-dimensional or not. Who knows.

There was a mixture of students out here as well, so I gabbed with another waitress about how "cute" this class (I meant every class...maybe they all went to the same school) was. What I was really saying was how many 'bad guys' I was starting to recognize. The other waitress sort of elbowed me and gestured that we should get back to work, but as soon as we went inside, we knew that they knew that we knew, and the battle had begun...

Unfortunately, I don't remember anything past that.

Darn.