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I really, really need to stop reading Tinder profiles at 3am. They are funny, but I was damn close to clicking contact. That is just awkward, and probably something I don't really need anyway. What else is there to do when I can't sleep. I don't need cooking ware, or cheap ass jewelry.

I don't even know.

Something bad is coming

something big.

In my dreams last night, a cataclysm hit Azeroth. A gigantic dragon, the former Aspect of Earth, broke free from his prison, causing earthquakes, tsunamis, Elemental powered volcanoes and numerous other disasters. Even him just flying overhead destroyed whole swaths of land.

The upheaval was terrible. According to my research and sources, if Deathwing is not stopped the entire planet is toast.

There should be an on/off switch for dreams. I'm tired of the weird dreams of werewolves, things related to werewolves and high school.

The weirdest thing about these dreams, for sure, has to be waking up with the feeling that something's missing. They feel so real and there's just this ache for what was.

Not that it's all sunshine and rainbows, not at all. I've always been grateful for how my childhood turned out, but I think these dreams are just really highlighting how shit things could've been. And then it just seems to take even longer to get things back on track.

Thank god I don't need to deal with similarities in the waking and dreaming worlds now.

So I finally told my mom and Paul about Mrs. O'Leary. I mean, I didn't tell them that she's a hell hound and I got her from a dream, but at least now she's at my house and not Nico's dad's place. I decided to do it now cause at least she'll have time to get used to the place and my mom will have time to get used to her before the baby come. Although, I think my mom is already pretty used to her.

Now I just have to figure out a way to tell them about my dreams and stuff cause if I get anything bigger than Mrs. O'Leary, it's gonna be harder to explain away.