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Waking up with injuries is not my ideal morning. Nikita at least patched me up again. Stitches. I was a guardian. In charge of keeping these black boxes protected. and a killer I don’t like dream me. I don’t like what I found out he’s done. At least dream me feels the same way.

So weird things showing up from the dreams is a thing?

I've been dreaming more of the Fourth Coalition over the last few weeks. I'm afraid joining the war with the Prussians has gone about as well as I suspected it might; we have been thoroughly Routed at every Turn. Temeraire has attempted to point out some Weaknesses in our aerial tactics, though the Prussians will not listen to him on account of his Dragonhood. They even scoff when they learn that Lien, a dragon who'd sworn vengeance against Temeraire whilst we were in China is commanding the French armies, and refuse to listen when I attempt to warn them of her intelligence and cunning. With the fall of Prince Ferdinand, however, I believe the Prussians will be more willing to listen to Temeraire's Wisdom, which I can only be glad for.

Most interestingly tonight, my dream self has lain eyes on Napoleon himself for the first time. He's not at all what my Dream Self thought he would be, I think. Lien has taken him as her companion as well, which is a truly harrowing thought. The Napoleon in our own history was formidable enough; I'm afraid with Lien's Insights he may be near unstoppable.

Too bad there wasn't away to stay asleep. My dreams are full of this really good looking man named Patrick who is my boyfriend. At least he brings some glimmer of hope with how dismal my dream life has gotten.

These dreams need to stop. I want to get off this roller coaster. At the rate I'm dreaming, I'm going to have a permanent residence in a bar. Richard is a fucking culebra.

If the dreams are actually some semblance of another life, my life in O'ahu is a hell of a lot more dangerous than my time with the SEALs. Still have a hard time wrapping my brain around the fact that I put myself in reserves.

Nothing like dreaming about an alien invasion destroying New York.

Anyone have any recommendations for a good place to get shawarma?

I've got one dream version of my brother scaring people and making speeches. Another one being a downright dick. There is just SO much in these damn dreams. Gunshots. The feeling of fear for Bellamy in these dreams, due to how we found him.

Clarke and my brother doing these speeches about where we live. Finding out that Finn saw someone dream me cares about. All I want? Is to forget any of that ever happened. On top of that, people are dead in the dreams.