Curled up on his side in his own bed, still resting beneath the comforter, Ghost dreamed away. It was a trivial dream; it didn't say much about what Ghost was going through in real life, as many say dreams did. It instead said quite a bit about his ideal future. He was fighting Grimm alongside his family members, including his idolized cousins. The look of accomplishment was plastered right onto his face, and it remained that way until, one by one, family members started to disappear. He would fight harder and harder as more and more vanished until he was the only one left, failing to save them all. Once by himself, he slowly became overpowered by the Grimm. It wasn't long before he was about to receive a blow to his chest, which proceeded to wake him up. He sat up slowly in his bed, rubbing his eyes. [i]First day back. It's just like any other school day back home.[/i] He put his mind on the thought of school, not even trying to contemplate his dream. It wasn't important.