That hammer is terrifying

I had made it through the first few rounds of a cooking/serving competition. I was feeling great about my chances for winning when the next round of patrons was announced. I would be serving Thor and his hundreds of workers/family members. I spent all the time between finding out I would be cooking for/waiting on Thor and arriving at the competition that night trying to convince myself that it was okay, "he is only a god", and other such nonsense. I was meeting Thor. Not only that, but I had to impress him to win this competition that I'd been working so very hard to win.

When the time came for the competition, he and his servants were all busy working on whatever it is the people the work for Thor do (some seemed to be designing cars, others hunting with him, and still others were just mining/landscaping). There were hundreds of them. I decided to begin with Thor and his hunting buddies and with my back to the forest that they were all staring into, I introduced myself and tried to get a feel for what he might enjoy.

After talking for a few minutes, I relaxed: Thor was a pretty cool guy and I was fairly certain I could make it out of this alive (and possibly even win!). I turned and glanced at the forest while I was heading back to the kitchen; they were hunting Impundulu, lightning birds in the South African mythos that are man sized and can summon lightning/thunder. I was overtaken with how powerful these people were and how easily they could kill me.... how little I mean to these people.

The first few courses went fine, and I slowly got used to being in charge of hoards of people in a kitchen while cooking for a god. It came time for coffee and Thor recommended I serve the people in the mines first, as they were working extremely hard. When I went to serve them (in their super fancy glasses of obsidian, sitting on obsidian plates) I realized the plates would make the coffee glasses much more likely to tip over into the void and began trying to decide if I should just skip the plates for everyone, or just for the miners. I didn't want points taken off because I was being cautious and my serving wasn't uniform. I didn't want to skip the plates for everyone because they really tied everything together.

I approached Thor at his desk and began babbling my problem towards him, while trying to sound like a reasonable person that didn't need to be destroyed with lightning. He laughed at my predicament, a laughter that shook everything around and made me worry for the people down in the mines. It wasn't a demeaning laugh or anything like that though, and I knew that everything was going to be okay. I was going to skip the plates for the miners (for the safety of the food) and serve everyone else with the plates.

Turns out, Thor loved the coffee so much that I won the competition.
My prize? A trip to the Yggdrasil. Victory.

Blanket Blue Fluff and Giant Predator Kitty.

My friends and I had discovered a new game on the ipad and spent most of a night playing. Even though we had more people than ipads, we traded off at fairly regular intervals and were having a pretty good time. We were also drinking heavily.

I woke up in the living room-ish... the floor was covered in blue fluffy cotton (like the inside of a non-down comforter) to about knee height. There was a hill (yes, in the living room) that was covered in cotton plants (a very over dramatic yellow, wheat-like plant... nothing like its real life family of plants). There was a giant predator-cat (leopard/lion/tiger that was rhino sized) lounging on the hill and I knew that if it woke up, it would most probably kill me. I tried to duck into the cottonfluff on the ground, but my movement alerted the giant killer-cat. I dove into the cottonfluff, hoping it wouldn't be able to see me/my movement as well and headed for the kitchen.

The kitchen was a WRECK. There were half empty glasses of all sorts everywhere (most of them were stemless wine glasses, very classy). I knew that in the kitchen, the predator cat wouldn't be able to take its true form. I jumped up on one of the counters and grabbed two of the glasses. I raised them over my head and waited for the cat to come into the kitchen. When it finally did, it was at first just a much smaller version of itself (think domestic cat). Its size, however, did not affect its desire to rip me to shreads. It kept trying to jump up on the counter, but there were plenty of glasses and I just continuously threw them at the cat, hoping it would die or give up or something.

It figured out my game and mid-jump turned into an exact copy of the cups I was throwing. It landed in a small group of the glasses and I couldn't tell the difference between them. I began throwing the glasses as hard as I could against the ground, shattering them and hopefully killing the predator cat. Finally, one of the glasses didn't break, it bounced. I knew this one had to be the predator cat. I took the glass outside and threw it over the balcony (which happened, thankfully, to be many tens of stories higher than my balcony actually is).

I beat you, demon-predator-kitty.There was more dream, but none of it was anywhere near as exciting as this. It was all malls and stores being closed and nothing working out the way it should for a victorious predator-cat killer.