I was a Xana-style space warrior princess. Can’t remember being a woman in a dream before? I had somehow gotten stranded on a sentient insect-race ship that was mostly empty. Problem is — they had noise detectors. If you made more than a whisper’s worth of noise, hooks would come down from the ceiling to scoop you up and imprison you. It was a very harrowing dream.. I may have woken up. It may technically have been a nightmare.

“Dreams… They’re the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.”
Xavier:Renegade AngelMood: ready for the weekend
Music: Megadeth – These Boots (Rehearsal 1985)