Strangely..
I'd had this dream once where I was flying over a road chasing some dude who was riding a motorcycle.
He was screaming and blubbering at me while I laughed in the depths of my cold still heart and gibbered at him with my fangs showing.
As we passed a playground, I let the guuy on the bike go from the torment he was receiving, he then promptly roared off into the night quite relieved that the fanged flying abomination had decided to leave him alone.
I decided I was going to tease the kids playing, after hours, at the playground.
Well, one of the kids, a little girl, tossed pebbles at me and poked me with a stick in response.
I guess I now know who the dangerous one with the pebbles and the stick is.
Hehe, you got that straight, Darks. You learn a lot faster than most here, my friend!
BTW, how are the gnome movies coming? Having fun? I'll bet your basement looks like a bomb went off in there. Ewwww!