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That dream provided a first time experience for me. A man actually made pancakes for me. And I told T'evgin the truth?

Well, well, well.

After almost two years as a model, I'm finally getting on the catwalk.

I've been asked before, I just had a vision of falling on my ass on the way. So fingers crossed.

Venturing into the world of online dating isn't as good as I thought.

People lie - A LOT!

Damn, and here I was hoping I'd get the werewolves to join us. At least I was able to get them and the Dalish to have peace with each other.

We're onto Ozrammar next. We should have quite the army to fight the blight if I can convince the dwarves to honor the old treaties.

I just wonder what they'll want me to do, every bloody time I show up someone is like 'I'll help you but you have to help me too'.

Picture of Luthien on the couch, with a gigantic wolf-hound on top of her. Like this dog is nearly the size of a horse

I have a problem. Huan is being cheeky.

I went on a blind date last night. It ended badly, but at least its only a flesh wound.

Packing up an apartment that you've lived in for five years is the worst.

I didn't realize how much stuff I have, but at least the house I got is bigger.

If there is one other person from my dreams who I wish was a real person, it's Catarina Loss. She has a knack for calling me out on my bullshit; especially when it came to Alec. We went out for drinks after Alec and the others left for Idris and we talked about how I felt like the world would have to learn to live without Shadowhunters soon because of Sebastian and she warned me not to do anything stupid, cause I didn't make the same mistakes twice, I just made worse ones. Then she convinced me to retake her position as Council Representative for the Children of Lilith so that I could go to Idris to see Alec and try to work things out with him.

Perhaps someday Catarina will show up. For now, I can only think that me going to Idris won't be as easy as it sounds.

Every Dream gets a little better and a little worse for exactly the same reason: I get a little more comfortable with being that other man, that survivor, that killer.

I worry what will happen when I wake up and that other man is the one who gets out of my bed instead of me. He's the same, see, same face, same body, same scars. The name isn't even something important to me. The fact that's the same isn't anything in comparison to all the rest of it.

What happens to my kids when that man pushes me out of my head, takes over, decides to find a new way to survive?

I think that scares me more than any other possibility which could come out of my restless nights.