Doesn't matter how many times someone tries to tell me I'm not her, I can't believe that I'm not her. I think..I think I've become her.
That the adventure and the danger are a part of what makes me who I am. Even the anger and the bitterness and the sadness. I don't know if the dreams changed me, or simply brought out something that was already there.
That's not necessarily a bad thing. I dreamed about terrible things I've been through, but also a lot of good. It helps to focus on the good. On people I've helped, on worlds I've saved, on friends I've made.
I can't help but want to use that experience for good in the waking world.