=____= *shivers* Had a scary dream, it's been ages since I've really had what I'd consider a nightmare.
First half of dream: sneaking around trying not to get caught = good
Second half of dream: finding out there's a body in the closet in my apartment because Balthier dug out its brain and handed it to me = bad
Usually I have trouble running in dreams because I can never seem to run fast enough, but thank goodness I didn't have that problem this time. I bolted out of the house and just fucking kept running around town until I woke up.
Good thing it's 9am and I'm supposed to be up anyway, or I'd never get back to sleep if it was dark.
Why is it that I have Balthier in my dream and of all things here's like, "Here, have some brains." :/ My life hates me.
