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At least my dreams are becoming more clear, and that makes them more unsettling.

I had lunch with my father the other day. (Seafood...we love seafood.) I told him that I wanted to talk to him about something, because he wouldn't brush me off, and tell me to look to the cards, or at the planets, or towards Biizleigoogel.

I told him about the dreams. I told him that they felt real, despite them being quite outlandish. He asked me what I meant, so I told him.

Whatever these dreams are apparently I'm a Gem. A rock. I'm a damn living rock with a humanoid appearance called Lapis Lazuli. I live on a planet with other "rocks" (oh sorry, Gems!). I guess I'm sort of high up, because in one of the dreams I'm in this type of royal court. Something too about a Blue Diamond.

My dad listened, and told me that this was a sure sign that I must be remembering my past life as a...let's not get into that, because my parents are clearly batshit insane.


And the food was delicious.

This is starting to feel like one of those semesters that's never going to end. Luckily I've just got one more final this week.

And then it's time to party. I'm throwing an end of finals party on Friday, and I thought why not invite the whole Network.

Party's at the Lockwood Private Beach at [location]. There'll be kegs, but BYOB anyway.

When your dad asks you to be his champion, there is no other answer than yes. Mostly because Sekhmet is totally unreliable as a protector. Well, unreliable isn't exactly the word? More like she just kills everything. Maybe that is unreliable. Probably. Anyway, she does the job, but she goes too far. So I get the joy of being Ra's champion. Basically, I am the Eye of Ra now? Being a dream!goddess is a little confusing. But I mean, I am the goddess of cats (and protection and other things), so I don't see a problem here. I'm a little jealous of dream!me. Her dad's not old and senile and he knows what he's saying most of the time

Huh. Looks like I got a dog now.

Some important lessons learned today.

By the group of youths who heard me having a discussion with the table I was face down on in a coffee shop: do not trust a random stranger speaking French to tables, you will learn every curse he knows but he will lie about their meanings and you will probably use them in your essays or whatever it is that students here do. Do they have essays still or has that been done away with?

By myself: stop talking to yourself in public. People are nosy. Or at least les jeunes are. That seems to be a constant wherever you go, at least. That is a comfort.

Do I or don't I? I have some money left over from last month and I've been wanting a pair of gladiator sandals. Normally I don't really spend on things I can't wear to work, but these are hot and would look great on my legs. I feel like I need to compensate for the shit my Dreams have put me through. Pamper myself a bit and go beyond the usual bubble bath and home spa treatment. The bread truck was a nice thing to wake up to, but a new pair of sandals would really be the icing on the cake, so to speak.

It's bullshit that just because you find a girl and a guy together in a basement, covered in dirt, that you automatically assume they've been fooling around. It's even more bullshit when your Aunt, who practically raised you, also goes along with that assumption. The only tiny good thing about this is that it allows you to cover up for what you were actually doing - no one would believe you're reburying corpses.

Also, love how ghosts want to be cryptic with information. Apparently my powers are too strong for my age. Ya think? And sassy ghosts - ugh. But at least we found out information that the guy our group home is named for is insane and did experiments on the supernatural.

At least we're all getting the hell out of there, even if it was moved up quite a bit. And Derek changing....I hope he doesn't have to go through that here. Oh please let him just be normal here.

I wish I had a summer vacation from these dreams.

It's strange sometimes... Waking up from these dreams... And realizing this is reality.

I got hurt in my dreams! I didn't like it, and daddy came just in time to see how evil Marina really is!