"Feed a dog for three days and you get attached." I'm sure that could have been a thoughtful proverb if my dream!me didn't really butcher it.
I went through a cycle of the same dreams, over and over. First about a spell, then actual nightmares from the dream!self. Now there's a city I remember seeing destroyed resurrected with all its previously dead citizens in it. Also the diabolical little shit of a Hellmaster decided to possess Gourry, cover him in armor from head to toe, and then have us almost kill each other. And flare carrots, really?
Head, meet desk. I kind of preferred the dreams where I was stuck in a pink horse outfit for reasons.
This is why citizens of Orange County greet the morning with a cup of booze rather than a cup of joe most of the time.