No need to apologize--EW! was pretty much my reaction on waking. In the dream, I was trying to be polite to my hosts and took a few more bites after realizing what (whom) I was eating, which somehow makes the memory of the dream much worse.

This morning my last dream involved being chased by vampires. Why is it that having people trying to suck my blood is so much less disturbing than having someone's grandmother as the main course? Odd the way my mind works.

And I love Underworld's old stuff even if they don't. I'm a rebel! (or something)