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So like I can't sleep.

Not that I ever sleep.

I literally can't sleep.

I had this thought.

'MERICA!

Happy Fourth of July, everyone. Try not to have any grill or firework mishaps today, because chances are you'll be waiting at the hospital for hours unless it's an emergency. I'm sure I'm gonna see some pretty crazy things in the ER today. At least I'll get off early enough to go see the fireworks somewhere. Hope I'm not too exhausted by then.

I guess it makes sense that my dreams would start again now and with that dream. Tim Red Robin didn't trust me, and I don't blame him, I never gave him a reason to. But he had this list of potential threats to be monitored and I hacked in to it and I was on there. So I confronted him and we fought and he almost broke my nose, among other things, but Dick stopped us. Then I teamed up with Supergirl to help her with something in Metropolis. After that I joined the Teen Titans for a short time cause Red Robin had left. They didn't like me very much, especially Superboy, cause they would only accept Tim Red Robin as their Robin, so that was pretty short lived, but the best part of the dreams was that my dad, Bruce, was actually alive. Red Robin was right and he was alive! Only thing that kind of sucked was that he wouldn't let me be his sidekick and wanted me to stay with Dick. We formed Batman INC after that.

It almost feels like a fade to black or something from there. Like it's done. Feels weird.

Ah, July Fourth.

You have no idea how stuffy a barbeque can get until you've celebrated this holiday with my family and their various 'friends'. Like the chairperson of the local chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution, who insisted on wearing the most obnoxious hats. Every year, a new one, and all of them uglier than the last.

Are you reading this, darling? I hope you don't think I've forgotten about that time I caught you with your skirt over your head in the gardens. I'm sure the gardener you were sharing your evening with has, because it didn't sound that memorable.

... In any case, I'm happy to say that the school will be marking the celebration with delicious food on a private stretch of beach this year, and I'm really very excited about it.

Nothing like being woken up at the crack of dawn by your friends blasting Bruce Springsteen. I guess I should be flattered, right? At the risk of sounding old, I need a nap.

Not too bad, though. The dreams I was having weren't all that great and the distraction was good. I still think they should have bought me breakfast, though.

Imagine telling someone who may very well loathe you you're their mother?

I'm supposed to take it easy, but it's good to be at home again, instead of in a hospitable bed.
House feels really empty now.

Just been really lucky.

I'm not sure fireworks were such a good idea. It's bringing back uncomfortable memories.

How many people have had their appearances changed as a result of the dreams? In my dreams, the drug that keeps me alive leaches the color from my hair and eyes, turning them both silvery white. Neither have changed in real life, but I'm curious if they will.

I know I shouldn't be dwelling on this today, being my first American Fourth of July celebration and all. I shouldn't be making an excuse that I need to use the restroom just to post this, but after seeing the changes the Yin Fen caused in my dreams last night, I needed to know.

Our big, bad, king of the house cat has been hiding under our bed all night. He was in the living room when some people on our street began setting off fireworks and the first loud bang, he was off the couch in record time and has been under our bed ever since. Anyone else's pets scared of fireworks too?