This one is a lot different from the usual stuff I have. Unfortunately it came early in the night, so I'm only able to mentally recover parts of it.

Azrael (my girlfriend's Siamese cat, not the cartoon cat from Smurfs or the Arch-duke of Hell) has gotten in trouble with some neighbors for clawing up their screen windows. They retaliate by shooting her to death with paintball guns, which they jokingly call "paint poisoning." I in turn retaliate by tracking one of the offending neighbors down while he sits outside at a picnic table. Without saying a word, I grab the back of his head and slam his face into the metal table over and over again. I don't stop until the smeared blood stain on the table has grown to what I feel is an acceptable size.

The man falls to the ground, his face full of blood and tears and snot. I ask him if he thinks I'm stupid. I roar at him that I have a bachelor's degree, does he think I'm an idiot. He sniffles and tells me no.

This is where things really get hazy. We had some sort of conversation, and somehow we parted on good terms. Certainly not a traditional nightmare by any means, but disturbing enough that I felt it fit into the Log.