Alison just chuckled a little at the first few questions Anne asked as she sauntered forward down the halls. It wasn't too strange a question and she didn't seem to mind even when she began to ask something else and paused, she assumed what the question was though easily enough, she was a bright girl after all. Though, the explanation of her dreams caught her attention and as Anne went on she couldn't help but lower her gaze. She put her hand on the other woman's shoulder and in the most serious tone she could muster she began.

“what if I told you they're not dreams, what if I told you they were real? What If I told you I'm part of an ultra secret organization dedicated to eradicating these threats from the planet?...”

She held the straight face for a moment and then smiled.
“Wouldn't that just be something huh? Sorry, couldn't help myself, little tactless but how often do you get to use those lines in proper context like that huh? Anyway, these dreams, Freudian theory would suggest that these dreams are a way of your mind trying to tell you something. Perhaps past repressed sexual trauma or a repressed fantasy? Perhaps a secret rape fantasy fetish of some kind... of course this is Freud is also the man that said women have penis envy so I don't know how much confidence to put into his theory or his work in general.”

okay maybe she wasn't all that sane in the end.

“Now for the first question, how I cope without sleep. A doctor once said the only reason we need to sleep that is really, really solid is because we get sleepy. I don't get sleepy so I don't need to sleep. Y brain somehow manages to do everything it would normally do during sleep while I'm awake except dream... when I want to dream I just lay myself down, bore myself half to death with my eyes closed and force it. Now for the sanity question, I wouldn't say I'm completely sane to begin with, I mean I'm a psychology major, do you know what how much has to be wrong with you to want to be a psych?”
she giggled a little at that bit of a joke she made as she'd go back to walking with Anne towards what she hoped was the dorm common room where they kept the vending machines.

Anne almost flinched at the contact but the Alisons words caught her completely flat footed and she looked on incrediously.

Before she could make any comment however Alison relaxed. For a horrible moment she thought that she was being serious! What kind of ridiculousness would that be? Once again she thought that she would have to make sure not to get up at this time again... Her mind really didn't operate very well at 3 in the morning it seemed!

Anne's mood however darkened at the mention of a related rape fantasty however. For a moment she wanted to walk away, or shout at Alison, but she bit it back as it wasn't her fault. How could she know that she really REALLY didn't ever want to be raped again? That she knew just what it was like.

She forced a smile and let Alison finish. The little quip she made at the end made the smile a little more genuine but it still rankled. "Trust me. I don't think its a repressed rape fantasy. Besides, wasn't Freud the one who said that we also all want shag our daddies?" I suppose some might but I can guarantee that isn't true with me."

Anne shifted the conversation away from her, not happy about talking about her past with a stranger. "So.. why did you want to be a psych major? I would have thought there was enough insanity in the world just from looking around rather than going to find more... What do you hope to do after you graduate?"

As she realised where they were going, Anne became a little worred. There was a curfew in place and she didn't really want to be caught out! Hesitating at the entrace to the common room she asked "Um.. Alision... Aren't you worried about the curfew?"

Alison had no way of really knowing she'd struck a nerve save the somewhat wrinkled smile of the other girl as she spoke, though she'd wonder what nerve was struck exactly the entire time and not bother trying to target it again, it seemed cruel to prod at exposed wires after all. No Instead she'd follow the path that Anne seemed to want to tred.

”He was a bit out there with some of his thoughts but, his methods were sound enough at least to still be of use today. Credit where credit is due. As for the whys and whats of my chosen path, I wasn't entirely sure what to take and a few of the possibilities of the degree peeked my curiousity. Criminal psychologist was one thing I thought might try. Other than that though, I'd probably end up trying another major after I finish the first or not even finishing psych should I find it not entirely suited to me.”

She paused in her walk down the hall with Anne when curfew was brought up it occurred to her that the slightly unique circumstances that came with her disorder wouldn't apply to everybody.
”Oh, yes... curfew, should be worried about that for you shouldn't I. You see, my circumstances allow me out after curfew to prevent my mental state from deteriorating too far into a psychosis I'm allowed access to the dorm halls, gymnasium, dorm grounds and commons every night as long as I keep to the rules... it completely slipped my mind that you might get in trouble... sorry...
she sounded legitamately sorry for the oversight.
”Should we retreat to a room then? Or would you want to just leave me... all alone.”

It was a relief when Alison dropped the subject without any protest. Some things she really didn’t want to have to talk about. She remained silent as Alison spoke, her interest in her subject dropping down to a very apologetic apology as it broached into the curfew.

She sounded so forlorn that Annes heart couldn’t help but to go out to her. She couldn’t just leave the ghostly student haunting the corridors on her own – such things weren’t fair! Although where they could go was a bit more of a problem. They couldn’t go to the library, or a bench somewhere – the only place they were supposed to be was in their own rooms!

“Well… do you have your room around here? I would offer my own but I doubt my dorm-mate would take kindly to us waking her up – although if yours are out I’m sure she’ll forgive me just this once”

Anne smiled as she said it. It was quite possible that her dorm-mate wouldn’t forgive her, but she saw so little of her anyway it made little difference to Anne, but she would rather not have the confrontation.