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Just when we thought we got rid of the face that betrayed us, he has another Earth-2 counterpart. So now I get to look at the face of the man responsible for my nightmares and killing me again but can't do anything about it. We apparently have to work with him because he knows something about Zoom that we don't.

Every night now it seems like I'm getting dreams. Now there's a new meta in town from another Earth calling herself Dr. Light. Our other baddie Zoom is forcing her to create havoc on our Earth because of the breach between our worlds. Got a bad feeling this is going to be a trend.

It's taken me some time.

But I think I've finally accepted what happened to me in my dreams.

But I don't think I could have moved on without my friends.

So I was having to do some research on my home state of Washington for a class, and came across a little tidbit: the states lack of a bestiality law for about 30 years. Apparently they took it off the books in the 70s to update it and then nobody noticed it never got put back in. Fast forward to the 2000s and a dude is dropped off anonymously at a local Emergency Room with internal injuries - including a perforated colon - that nobody can figure out how he sustained them until they manage to review the footage and identify the car that dropped them off. Great. Mystery solved. Unfortunately.

Police found out that the injuries were a result of the guy having sexual intercourse with a horse - and I’m not going into details about that but think about the injuries and you can figure it out - while his friends video taped it. So the dude who got hurt died and the police are going to charge the friends with bestiality on top of the other shit with just abandoning them which is when it was discovered that due to the oversight in the 70s - they technically hadn’t broken any law while having sex with the horses.

My home state rivals Orange County for weirdness in some respects I think.

I dreamed I was performing Swan Lake again. It was... saddening, to wake up after that. Too many memories, though all of them are good.

There was a particularly talented young test pilot in the audience that my husband introduced me to. I think Ms. Oxton will go far in Overwatch.

Look what I found outside my lawn this morning.

The amount of times D has used me as his freaking alibi is starting to really piss me off. Last night I dreamed he dragged me to the ballet with him. Sometime between the end of the... what is it called, a play? A dance? Anyway, right after the thing, before they all did their little bow at the end, the prima donna or whatever she's called disappeared.

I know D was responsible for this. I don't know how since he was sitting next to me the whole damn time, but I feel it in my gut. She was in his damn shop just days before, and then poof, gone. There's no way that's a coincidence.

I get it. I do. I’m not the smartest out of the group in my Dreams. But I am smart enough to realize that when your parents are criminal masterminds and murder kids in rituals - it’s not safe to stay out in the open. Right? Right. If only I could convince my friends there of that instead of almost coming to blows with Alex over it.