So. The dream thing kinda happened over at Chez Thea.
It was...kinda weird, really. And kind of my brain deciding to mess with me too I think.
I had a brother.
the guy who is apparently my real dad's kid, how weird is that He'd been lost on an island for five years and we'd declared him dead.
Like Livvie all over again. His name is even Oliver. Stop it, brain. Just stop it. My dad died in the shipwreck too I guess, but he didn't come back.
I missed him too. it's weird having parents you MISS. In this dream my brother had just come back. He said he'd missed me and that I'd been with him every moment.
He called me Speedy, whatever that means, and we were messed up really bad, but we were happy too, at least right then. Only one other person's ever had a nickname for me, and she's long gone and isn't coming back.
Why do these dreams have to remind me all of that? I'd rather be a pony princess or a superhero or werewolf or something.
Or have my sister here again. I only... So needless to say, sleep didn't really happen.