Times Dragging me Down

"Four days so far."

"You look it."

"Thank Nidget, I'd blame you for this but sadly this started before you bugging me, just barely, but still you're off the hook, for now." I was stocking shelves with odd trinkets I'd be putting up for sale (basically it was junk I'd collected long ago and was just now putting up for sale hoping to catch an idiot like myself).  The firearm part of my store was already fully stocked and had been when I got back from my Shamanar adventure, there was a small note from Toneron about bare shelves selling nothing next to the guns.

"So they are just bad dreams?" Nidget was standing on my counter, I'd have yelled at him for doing it, but I was so out of it from lack of sleep that I couldn't even muster enough to care, in fact I'd been stocking the same shelf for about ten minutes.

"No they are horrible nightmares that I don't know if I'm currently still in when I wake up, so I stopped going to sleep, I think, this could also be a nightmare as your presence shows." Andre wasn't around it was morning prayers for the Followers which always left Nidget to come bug me, prayers in this case meant beating the crap out of each other, morning was just when it started.

"You know Trezlan I could probably help you here?"

"Oh you have some ancient shorty secret for ridding yourself of a a powerful magic user influencing my dreams in an effort to drive me mad or kill me?"

"Yep."

"Well it can't hurt, go ahead." This is one of those statements you regreat immediately after saying them.  In this case I walked over to Nidget and he hit me on the head so hard it knocked me out (hilt of his sword if you wanted to know, I mean its not like his tiny fists could do the job).  The worst part, other than of course being attacked when you did not expect it, IT DIDN'T STOP THE DAMN NIGHTMARES!