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Either I'm really high or that was the most realistic and most boring dream I've ever had.

Well, I have to say my dream lover actually does romantic marriage proposals very well. He does know his flowers. A red tulip symbolizes a declaration of love. Now I am certain my offering to run across London collecting flower samples to fill his herbarium was no mere accident. I sense a set up on his part.

Though I simply must send my brother a bouquet of narcissus flowers. He most certainly loves himself above all else.

The worst part about moving so far is trying to get my crock-pot back from the neighbor. How do you forget that it wasn’t yours? I mean honestly. How? When you have to call someone to ask if they have one you can borrow - you can’t really expect the person who loaned it to you to believe that, right? The sad part is if she’d asked me flat out if she could have kept it - I’d probably have let her. I mean I have two after all and loaned her the one I don’t use very often, but kept just in case something happened and the other one got broken. I just don’t like being lied to and manipulated like I think she was trying to do.

Being English, I take my cricket very seriously. I am not surprised that Australia stooped to cheating in an attempt to win. Bloody Aussies.

Alright, so all of you that told me there was nothing good at the end of secret tunnels? You were right.There was no treasure or anything like that. Just the knowledge that our parents are all criminal masterminds or something. They call themselves The Pride. What kind of a lame name is that? My dad probably came up with it. Sounds like the type of thing his nerdy ass would think was cool.

Well you see something new every day. Or at least I do. Leaving a site I was checking out for a client today, I got the joy of watching an old man drive his car directly into the doors of a pharmacy. I’m guessing they either don’t take his insurance or didn’t have his prescription ready.

I have to replace my entire bedroom set. And the carpet. And probably my front door because even though my dad’s tried to repair it I still don’t think I’m going to feel very safe sleeping there. Maybe I should just sell the house and get a fresh start all together

Ugh, social media. Well this sure is a insane nice website you've got going on here. Now that I'm all settled in, I thought I'd drop in and say hi. Sure beats beating the pavement the old fashioned way.

I'm Jessica, and I just opened up Alias Investigations here. So, if you need a PI, you don't need to look any further.

It’s kind of hilarious. I’m just sitting here doing my laundry and studying. I’m only taking up two washers, and all the rest of them are free right now. Two people keep fighting over the same exact washer, because “It’s the bigger one”, taking the other’s clothes out and dropping them on the floor to put their own in and then leaving. The other one comes back, gets mad, and does the same. Mine will be dry before either of them make it through a wash cycle. Just. Use another machine. Or stay with your clothes?

Well it seems Bast has smiled on me and decided to give me new dreams. I was disappointing they were not the ones from the first timeline I'd dreamt about, but it's nice to get to know what happens in the other timeline as well.

At first it was a bit confusing as I dreamt of the story Baba would tell of how Wakanda came to be: of the five tribes and the first king and Black Panther. How Wakanda was able to hide itself from the world and remain unconquered and grew in technological wonder while the world outside our borders raged at itself with wars and all sorts of human tragedies. I know the story by heart, but it was nice to dream of him telling it to me when I was young.

Then my dreams skipped ahead to a week after my father's death, and everything that happened with the Avengers and their internal conflict. I am travelling with Okoye, the head of my royal guard, and an old friend. We intercept some human traffickers, but it's more than just to save the victims - it's really about extracting Nakia - who apparently in this dream world is my ex-girlfriend and a secret agent for Wakanda. Why doens't Ororo exist It seems I needed her to be at the ceremony for when I will be crowned king. More for personal reasons than legitimate ones. It seems this ceremony is deeply traditional, and I am curious to see what it is like in the next dreams. Still it's painful not having Baba there. To go from burying him to taking his place so quickly is difficult.