Just this morning, I had a dream. From what I gathered, I was a girl in some really poor country. I had a sister, but it seemed no mother or father. I don't think my "sister" and I really had a home, and we were treated very cruelly. So, I ran away (without my sister for some reason. Why am I a freaking selfish gud in this? Hey, every man for himself.) , and started a little Clan of people where they could live happily, so I'm a nice little goodie goodie. Afterwards, I started missing my sister, so I travelled to see her. I ended up in an Arabic-looking city at night, and I found her. We had a quick little reunion, and somehow ended up on the ground. I don't know how. Dream magic. It's weird. Anyways, this mean-looking dude spots us, and he's got a cleaver in his hand. Now, we do not smartly run for our lives, oh no, that would be preposterous. No, we lay there. We just lay there. We don't have some clever trick up our sleeve, we just lay there. And then, the scary-looking clever guy says a few things about how we'd make a good dinner, or something, so obviously, this guy's a psychopath, or canibalism is common in this town. So we just lay there when he starts cutting off our fingers slowly and agonizingly. My dream ends with the dude cutting off our arms and legs.

That was pleasant?