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Okay. My dreams are just ridiculous now. Scott and I apparently sit around, at school, in class, discussing his current predicament. Anyone, students and teachers alike, can hear us because we don't seem to make any effort to keep it under wraps. And no one questions a thing. Not even when the medics have a guy on a stretcher and he surges up screaming and I'm all 'this is good, you didn't kill him. Dead guys don't do that' and he's all 'Stiles. I did that.' And out teacher, who had just separated us for talking in class but didn't for one second question the nature of our conversation, didn't bat an eye even though he clearly heard us.

And then we talk about the fact dreams feel real, but they're just dreams. And this was inside my dream. And where I was previously an advocate for Scott playing it safe and not seeing the girl he likes, the second he suggests canceling his date with her I'm the one insisting that he 'can't just cancel' his life. Dream me is a hypocrite, and I don't know what to think about him.

Especially since I apparently don't bother to use the front door at Scott's. When I wanted to see him, I climbed up on the roof and climbed in his bedroom window. His mom almost attacked me with a baseball bat, and the first thing I said was "Do either of you even play baseball?" Like having a bat was the most unnatural thing in the world. Because having my best friend get bit and become a werewolf is completely normal, or something.

These dreams are just weird. But hey. Lydia (And Jackson and Danny and Allison) sat at the lunch table with me and Scott at school. Which was pretty cool. Because dream me has the biggest crush on Lydia.

Okay so is it like ironic or whatever that I finish unpacking and settling in, and suddenly get those weird dreams?

It was pretty hard to tell at first, but like, it's not entirely like my childhood so... close by no cigar? I really hope I skip high school though. I could do without reliving that nonsense.