I won't let you hurt my lord, shitty demon!

Some bizarre dream I had last week. In which I was a guard/servant of a certain samurai lord *ahem*

And there were demons who control dogs trying to kill us. And then I just grabbed a sword and started slashing at it because I'm a samurai in a hoodie and trousers. I don't know.

Not sure if happy about this. I mean, yay, my dream self is a brave samurai! But... why the hell did I even dream about this?