He wanted to invite Julien and me to a celebratory feast to his great victory, and I, um, tried to decline graciously.
I woke up several times and told God above and the world at large that I did not wish to be dreaming about the Antichrist, so please, change my nightmares. No such luck. Every time I woke up and fell back asleep (at least 3 times), I fell right back into the same horror. I wasn't particularly frightened in the dreams, just distraught. Ugh. Here's to hoping tonight's sleep is more relaxing and filled with, I don't know, fluffy bunnies or something.