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[OOC: Also be warned that there could be mentions of past suicide attempts/suicidal ideation in the comments.]

I hadn't had any new dreams for months before Caroline and I went to New York earlier this month, and now I've had two since I came back. It's almost like the County is punishing me for going on vacation.


I'm really not loving these new ones, by the way. I might have started off like an asshole in the first set and in real life, but at least I tried to get better. But in my new dreams, the person I became better for is almost as terrible as I am. So much for trying to improve myself, I guess.

The dreams never cease to find new ways to make life interesting. I was awoken this morning by a mountain of snow piled atop me. I was forced to shovel it out the window this morning before it could melt and do too much damage to the hardwood.

I shudder to think about what the downstairs neighbours must have thought when they saw it falling past their window. I can only hope that they were still asleep at six this morning.

So, it's been awhile since I had a Dream. You would think that time would have made me forget what a dumbass my 13 year old dreamself is, right? But no. No it has not.

After the last fiascos, my talking cat has banned me from listening to idol music. Despite this, I went and snuck out to go to a concert. How did I sneak out at 13? I don't know. Why am I taking orders from a cat? That's just the nature of cats, I'm not gonna question it. And he does have a point. The boy band I went to go see, The Dark Guys, does belong to the same record company as the singers that turned out to be monsters in my other dreams. But does 13 year old me admit he has a point? Nope, because 13 year old me does not learn her lessons.
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