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Not sure I like how these dreams can mimic real life so eerily. Some things are better left forgotten or buried away in the back of your memory.

Now I can't stop thinking about if things had been different. Should've done more, in my dreams and in real life. I should have stopped -


[Private to Athos]

I know you know what happened, when I was on the job that went bad. Was there ever -

Did you ever hear anything after? About him. Did they ever find him?

I guess I should introduce myself.

I'm new to all this online community thing. I go by Kyra; I'm a stuntwoman...I'm bad at this kind of thing.

I did go to a potluck kinda thing at a dojo. I can say that it was fun. So yeah, that's all I've got.

I finally get my ass over to The Agency's building and the brother at the front desk wants to tell me how late I am.

Excuse me? Have you ever been a big one-eyed black man trying to get a cab in any metropolitan area, ever? No, you have not.

Tryin' to tell me I'm late. I've been on a plane since before the SUN came up and the man can't even get me a coffee. Orange County, you and I are gonna have a problem you keep this up.

My big mouth gets me into trouble. Get a phone call and I think to myself 'haven't heard from him in awhile, wonder what he wants.' And he wants a favor and I'm thinking 'brother owes me that favor since I saved his sorry ass' but then he's good at pleading his case and I'm a dumbass so here I am.

In other words, Summers, you owe me a goddamn drink.

How very odd! Last night I dreamt of being the Sif. Lady Sif, the goddess. For those of you who don't know, Sif is a warrior goddess of the Norse. In myth she was the lover of Thor Oh good lord and defender of Asgard, which is like the Greek Olympus. It was enjoyable, having the friendship of gods and being such a beauty!

I am not mentally ill. I am not mentally ill.

So wait, how do you know if you have one of the dream things? Because I think I did, but I'm not sure I'm part of the Dream Collective yet. Want to know what I'm getting into before I drink the Kool-Aid, you know?

My dreams give me the best little presents. I woke up and there was a framed Queen Alexandra's Birdwing (Ornithoptera alexandrae) butterfly on my mantle. It's stunningly beautiful, and I hope I'll get to see one in my lifetime. I don't want to know how dream Me got it, either.

It's difficult being a designer who does custom orders. Someone wants me to make their wedding dress, and all their ideas are ... well, a bit hideous. This woman wants to look like a cupcake made of tulle on her special day. Hoop skirts should not be in weddings. I wonder if there's a nice way to say "no, I will not make this because then people will know I made it and my reputation will be ruined". Probably not.

Right then, so who was the genius who decided to tell Grantaire to kick me? Really ought to thank you for that and all. Just topped my day. Really.

I can't even put into words how good it feels to be able to reach the potato chips up in the cabinet again.

I am thankful that I will be able to greet my son in my own body. It's quite a relief to be young again.

Is it weird to spend the entire weekend celebrating the fact I'm not a grizzly old man anymore? Because that's what I've been doing.