"Not my nightmare," she corrects faintly. "Not my dream. Just lived inside one, traveled to others connected to Yharnam. The great ones create them, for themselves, and sometimes for us; if we make the right sacrifice."

The Hunter's Dream was Gehrman's sacrifice. The Nightmare of Mensis, built on the souls of so many dead scholars. The Hunter's Nightmare was the curse of Kos. The Nightmare Frontier, the prize of one cruel Amygdala who wanted to rule in its tower. Then there was Rom's pretty dream beyond the lake, bathing in the moonlight and growing cold blood flowers.

"It wouldn't shock me, were this their Maker's dream."

But as for Lakshmi's other point, Anna wholeheartedly agrees with it: "It's assuredly some mage, some ugly ritual."