I think I need to stop playing Lego Harry Potter.

I was dreaming that I was in a circus/freak show (I think because of the blood blisters from the frisbee) and I didn't have a real freak thing. So then this guy shows up with two drum sticks that he taps together and could controll a swarm of flys by pointing them at things (like a wand, hence Harry Potter). To control the flys he wrote the number One, Two, Three and so on to the number of flys. So I accept them from him but then he violently turns into a bird of some sort and dies. Then hurricane Katrina is about to hit the building and a cat starts helping me clean up, it then turns into a lady and she says she has blisters on her butt. At that point I realize she's my familiar.

Then I wake up late to work.