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I lied. My dreams are terrifying me and I hate them.

I'm never sleeping again. Even having Giles here isn't helping me sleep better.

I forgot how crazily busy working on a film set can be! That plus all the normal craziness around here means time has raced by.

On the plus side it seems my dreams have stayed away while I've been so hectic, I'm hoping they'll stay away for a while though I've probably jinxed it now.

I have these dreams... like everyone else is dreaming. A second life. Though, my dreams are mostly nightmares. Last night I dreamed about the seven deadly sins that were really demons, changelings, a rabbit's foot that was really lucky/unlucky, and another hunter who wasn't quite as professional as Dean and me. ...if "professional" is the right word.

I'm curious to see where these things go, though I'm also trying not to let it distract me from my real life.

My gosh. Why is this class SO BORING?? Ugh. It's like they took a cool subject matter and made it the dullest stuff on Earth.

And my classmates need to stop like, hanging around me after class. What's up with that? I just want to go get my latte on. Get out of my way! It's dangerous to come between a girl and her coffee. ;)

It's good to see that things have somewhat returned to normal over the weekend. Not sure how normal this place ever is, but I've continued to dream. Last night I was on the staff at Hogwarts school. I saw some names on my roster that were familiar to me from reading this message board.

As much as I may look like him, the Severus Snape from these dreams is a very different creature from the man I am today.

I'm beginning to lose faith in the miracles of modern science and the healing powers it holds in the form of large, tasteless pills for the sick.

The strep bit may be gone, but I can't shake the rest of it. After a night fraught with congestion and sinus pain, and no help from the good people at Benelyn, I discovered that drinking excess quantities of orange juice is supposed to (apparently) do the trick.

The good news is, I feel better. The bad news is, I never want to drink orange juice again.

Now taking bets on the duel between Enjolras and Courfeyrac. Odds are two to one, favoring Enjolras. Because let's face it, that other kid is kinda twitchy looking.

I have an apprenticeship at a motorcycle repair shop. I don't think that's what my mother intended when she told me to make friends, but it's what I want anyway. I do not know how to ride motorcycles, but I think I'll learn.

My boss is kind of abrasive, but I think with time I can teach him.

I...seem to have accepted an invitation to duel with Courfeyrac. Why have I accepted an invitation to duel with Courfeyrac? Is dueling still illegal? Why am I about to do this while I still feel vaguely shitty? What in hell has my life BECOME exactly?

...I remain...confused.

What an interesting weekend we had! SHOUT OUT to those who know what's what.

Also, Ginny, we need to steal you for something soon in the future.