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Getting really sick of these dreams. They can stop any time they like.

The Romans killed some of ours, so we captured the son of Imperator Crassus and some of his other men. Spartacus sentenced them to execution ad gladium and hosted his own games. I kind of get why gladiators loved the arena so much, there's...something about it, it's hard to describe.

Naevia was to kill the boy but wasn't granted the honor. We were presented an offer by a Roman henchman, 500 of our men for Crassus's son, and she chose to let him go free. He died anyway, but we got ours back.

Agron was among them It's good to see familiar faces, but he's they're nothing like what they were. I'm trying to figure out how to reach into the dreams and kill every Roman I see, but for now I'm going to punch every bag I find to see if it makes me feel better going to the gym.

As a bonus I got some bracelets or something, because the Dreams are generous with their gifts.

Losing people in the dreams is always hard. Especially when it's someone so young. It'd been awhile since something like that had happened, and I still feel shaken up about it. Now we've got this flu, or some sort of virus to deal with too in the prison. I'm just hoping that we'll be able to get the drugs that are needed to help save those back at the prison that have caught the virus.

I'm a little envious of dream me.. She can sing and talk...

It's crazy how dream me is very different from real me. Apparently, dream me has an uncle. I ain't got no family here in reality.

Really...A horde of Avenger zombies in Arcadia.... Fun times dream, fun times.

Not to mention I think me and MJ might of had a thing going on too.

A freaking deer ran into my wind shield!! Tank god Allison and I are okay. And as always Scott and Stiles are there to make sure we're okay.

It feels good having someone care about you like that in dreams and being able to see it in reality and to take that next step together.

How is it more than halfway through July already? This summer is moving awfully fast, and I feel like I blinked and it's nearly over. On the bright side, I'll have school work to keep me busy again.

And these dreams just get weirder and weirder. I swear, as a demigod, everyone is someone you should be weary of. They're always sniffing us out. You can't even talk to a lady and her dog without something happening.

These dreams are really strange, but also I can open locks by just willing them to open with my mind. So far, I can't do that here. I don't know if that's something that will transfer over.

I got another weapon, though. A bronze knife this time. The guy whose house we were in gave it to me. He was apparently a son of Apollo. All I can say is if this is how the gods treat their kids, I wish I wasn't one of their kids.

While I would rather have privately messaged a few individuals to figure this out, since everyone I know seems to dream various versions of our world of superheroes, I thought it best to pose the question here:

Does anyone know of a man by the name of James Buchanan Barnes?

It seems the dreams have started a new tangent.

I put in way too many hours this week. Gave a few girls some extra time off, because they asked so nicely, and did double duty as hostess and bartender.

I forgot how exhausting that all is.

So this week is a fail.

I blew out my computer. Forgot to pull my circle up around me before I went to work on editing. And some industrious critter, who must have been hungry, dug up half my garden.

I think I'll just go back to bed.

It is super early in the morning here, but I can't sleep! We have arrived in Montmartre and have settled into our apartment. We've seen some small museums. One of artists who lived in Montmartre and one of Salvador Dali. Later today (Monday!) we see the Opera! It is very exciting.

( a picture of Villa Dancourt, our apartment building )

Who the hell would have thought the way to have dad treat me with respect was to make him a grandfather? He and mom set up a trust fund/college account for the baby and he's actually excited that I'm partners in a nightclub with Damon and Enzo.

Either that or he's dying.

He's probably dying.

Attack of the Dreams have happened again.

Blossom and I were fighting about...well. Everything. We even used our laser powers against each other, which makes all of our past real fights look completely sane. Then Bubbles stuffed octopus became gigantic and started destroying the city and took Bubbles as a hostage. We stopped fighting, saved our sister and Octi was defeated.

I'm starting to wonder why people live in Townsville.