Well, I've become the Superior General of the Jesuits in my dreams. That effectively makes me one of the most powerful men and Europe, which is good, because I'm playing a dangerous game. Still, dream Aramis is clever, clever, clever. At every corner, though, is D'Artagnan. He doesn't quite know what's going on, but he knows well enough that it's something, and I'll be damned if he isn't just causing me inconveniences to stall me until the end game appears. There's no enemy greater than a good friend.
In more pressing and relevant news, I'm getting married in nine days. I think I'm going to be sick. I can't believe how quickly time has gone. It seems ridiculous now to ever not be with Porthos, in any aspect. In every set of dreams I've had, he's had a vital role. I still find the idea of marriage both wonderful and terrifying.
We're flying out to DC tomorrow, to spend the next week making sure everything is ready and in order. I'm excited to see my family. I haven't seen them since Christmas, which I know hasn't been very long, but to me it feels like eternity. I hope you all won't get into too much trouble while we're gon.