I haven't been able to sleep at all this weekend so I was, instead, able to get all my homework done. Which is a first for me, so I have now watched The Big Lebowski for the first time. Hilarious.
Also I went and explored some more of the city today, there's so much here it's almost like slipping between worlds at times... it's strange. It's hard to decide what to do with yourself. Today, though, I went on a jet ski, and paraglided.
The dreams are getting stranger, harder to deal with. I woke up in a cold sweat at like 3 am this morning. There was fire, and darkness, and a deep voice telling me a story of a civil war. My mother... in the dreams, she took me to a forest, before she died, and I was raised by children of the forest. I thought I was one of them... it's strange. After I was told about it, the old ... tree... that had been talking to me. He was a friend, I guess, but uh he died after giving me some sort of gem.