𝔈𝔯𝔦𝔰 𝔄𝔫𝔠𝔲𝔫í𝔫

jaheira canonically being a deadbeat mother 27 payments behind on child support who when faced with the apocalypse sent one kid a cryptic seven word text that was like “sorry. get out” and then didn’t talk to them again because she was busy giving life advice and playing catch with the third bhaalspawn she found in the trash somewhere until the party stumbles on her house and kids entirely by accident is so captivating. what is her problem

idk what traumatized or mentally ill person needs to hear this but dreams (especially the really disturbing ones you dont want to talk about to anybody) arent some deep peek into your psyche or a sign of your True Desires or whatever theyre quite literally your brain making fruit salad with whatever it can find on the shelf. just putting all that shit in a blender and hitting obliterate. its fine, youre fine, youre not a weirdo for it