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I'm curious, has anyone else had dreams where they have like an extra family member? In my dream I have four brothers, but in real life I only have three. I would have had four if Robb hadn't died. It's weird, because it feels like it's the way things should be, but it's pretty impossible for it to actually happen.

Would it be completely nuts to actually think about changing my major/career focus at this late stage of my career?

Just woke up in the middle of the night. Dreamed about this really amazing sword. It was a sacred blade. Using it was like an extension of my arm.

Anyway, it's a little freaky, but the sword is in my room. It's definitely the same sword. I'm not too weirded out. I know people here have had similar this happen.

But I want to try it out! How ironic that I have a broken ankle and can't test it like I want to?

That hurt less than I thought it would. I also managed to ruin the dinner table. Got fuckin' ginsu knives in my hands now.

Yo. This public service message is to the ninja asshole that somehow roofied me and then tribal tattooed my eyebrows and forehead when I was asleep last night. Yeah, it's not funny. Yeah, it's a real tattoo. Yeah, I tried washing it off my face and it's not coming off.

Whoever you are? I'm gonna FIND YOU and I'm gonna KILL YOU.

Last night I dreamt of Lamarque's funeral. When the revolution began...such energy. It was electric; all of Paris was alive with the heartbeat of revolution.

We disarmed a National Guard post. Somehow, I ended up with the most weaponry: a National Guard's gun and two pistols. Enjolras had a double-barrelled hunting gun; Jehan had some old cavalry musket; Bahorel had a rifle; Feuilly had a sword; and Courfeyrac had drawn his sword-cane.

Sometimes the world, or the dreams, gives you something so amazingly beautiful that you wake up with a startlingly stark and absolutely amazingly perfect sense of clarity about, well, life, the universe, and everything. I know now what my next step, post graduation, is going to be.

I was wrong, in my dream, when I said that the nineteenth century was great and the twentieth would be happy. It hasn't been happy, and neither has the 21st...Yet.

But the possibility for that happy future still exists if we're the ones to make it happen, and I want to be on those front lines OF making it happen. I'm amazed and excited and more than that, I am ready. It's funny how the restlessness goes away when you have a true clarity of purpose at last, devote yourself to that purpose, and vow to hold yourself to it, no matter what the trials.

Last night, I took those vows, found an organization, and rededicated myself before the altar of revolution, and I have an interview next week. It's like the real point of my life's starting at last, and I can't wait for it to happen.

Okay. Really - is no one else experiencing the insane level of spooky going on right now? Because if it's just me, maybe I ought to be committed. But I mean it, there is definitely something (someone?) lurking in my home, and I absolutely positively swear I saw it (them? he? her???) in my room as I slept. Tried to sleep.

My dog's acting odd, too. Anyway. The point is, I'm definitely not staying here tonight. Nope, not in the slightest. If you need to find me for some reason, I'll be in Laguna Hills. (Rufus, if you read this before I text you, surprise! I'm coming to stay a bit.)

Why do I even still live here. :(


ETA: Rufus has a really nice place. Like. Really nice. And snuggly sweaters. He doesn't know this yet, but I've decided to take up permanent residence here. :)