I had a weird dream about being given this little guy:



He was a little doll that was part Spooky from I Feel Sick, and part all the chibi Rorschach's I've seen over the last few days. He could talk, but not aloud, though I didn't realize that no one else could hear him. I carried him around in my hood. He had something he wanted me to do, but I can't remember what it was, only that I didn't think I wanted to do it. He was disappointed and told me I wasn't ready yet. While I was arguing with him that just because I wouldn't do it didn't mean I couldn't, my sister leaned in and informed me that she was going to make me a hat out of aluminum foil. She seemed a bit sarcastic, but I remember being cheerful about the idea.


In less cheerful news, there was another suicide in town this weekend. It was a man in his early 20s again. I knew his parents, so it's pretty sad.