It was a nightmare of sorts. Oh yes. After 2 dreams which were clearly my imagination, the third appeared real enough.

One of the former 2 consisted of my male clubmates in Venice at night. Travelling from one place to another using the wooden jetties as spring boards to leap around. The last thing, Nasir tossing me the keys to a police cutter docked around the back.

The final dream was waking up to monday. My first thoughts were "god, this can't be true. I didn't even feel the weekend pass & now it's back to work." That was what rendered me awake, breathing heavily.

Now that i see, almost half the weekend's gone.

Disgaea; completed.

For someone thinking of going for a psychology degree would it hurt for him to be a little, mentally unstable?