Sevrin's house (not my house, naturally, because that place is freaking evil) and then eventually outside where it's skin fell from the sky and exploded. Nothing new. I'm used to these types of dreams. I've had them all of my life.
What I'm not used to is having the types of dreams where idiocy reigns. Now my dreams are starting to resemble real life. Wonderful.
If anyone needs me, I'm going to be over in the corner, drinking.
The dreams have started up again. Mostly the usual fare of death, murder, death, and sheer insanity. Like the dream where some nameless abomination of God chased me through