It'd been a prank. Or something for a research paper. Or something he'd done when those weird 'herbal' cigarettes that smelled a little more like incense and less like clove he got from the shop the book was from mellowed him out past being able to make good life choices. Not that he needed much help in that area. Between the bullshit that is his new 'job' and his class schedule (coming back to school after his stint in the army was a fan fucking tastic idea who told him to do that again? oh right. Drew) he hasn't really been doing the best at that.

And then the dream about summoning a demon. Which. Was weird as shit but okay, he's had weirder in the war. The red hair and eyes kinda helped in that they didn't help at all. Names he'd rather forget.

SLeep never kept on that long, he twitches out of it soon enough, locking up tight for all of five seconds until he remembers where he is and what was goin on. The lack of a demon in front of him seemed to help. Just a dream. Ok. "Need to stop drink'n the cheap tequila, York."