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I'm starting my first at day of my internship, in the morning.

Any sound words of advice from the masses?

I can honestly say that I'm nervous.

The best part of a 24 hour shift? Watching your co-workers find silly antics to keep them busy. Not that we've had a lot of down time. Goodness folk, give us downtime back. I think I need carpal tunnel surgery after this week of paperwork. Did everyone get bit with the 'let's cause trouble' bug or something?

Did I say I enjoyed watching my coworkers be silly? I should have said crazy - one's trying to walk on his hands to prove a point and is failing miserably. True Life: Story of an EMT?

I didn't want to believe in all of this. Oh, I've read the reports - how many times in one year can a water supply be laced with LSD? You'd have to be purposefully obtuse to ignore that this place is strange.

Then there was the naked man in my backyard, who happily demonstrated his ability to heal by stabbing himself with a fork in my kitchen.

I'm only two dreams in to this bizarre world filled with time travel and robots whose sole purpose involves killing me and my son. Anyone would like to believe that this world doesn't exist. A world where, in the future, a machine would be so angry at its creators as to blow up the entire world.

But I'm washing blood out of my sheets and have a hole in my shoulder. I can't ignore what's right in my face. Even if I wanted to - and believe me, I want to. If this rabbit hole goes as deep as they say, I have to be prepared.

This seems to be the place to talk about odd dreams. Granted, what you all dream is ... A bit more involved than this. But the oddity of it struck me anyway. Or, well, the familiarity.

I dreamt about my life before the war, and it wasn't all that inaccurate, and even then the war events weren't far off. But as I'm working on packing up to move into my flat this coming weekend, it was the dreams involving post-war life that I found funny.

I guess it's not really all that peculiar to dream of people you've met. Typing all this out has made me realize I've maybe jumped the gun a bit. But it was all so vivid.

My newest dreams are so different from the others. For one, The Joker destroyed Metropolis and then Superman killed The Joker. I even thanked Superman for killing The Joker, telling him that Gotham felt so much safer without him. Dick and I watched as my dad and Superman had an argument over something then shortly after, Superman did a broadcast, telling everyone of his intentions to remove the super-villains from Arkham Asylum. My father and Dick were intent on stopping him, but I was all for getting rid of all of them. I wanted Superman to destroy Arkham and all he super-villains inside it.

I don't really know what to make of these new dreams. If I didn't know any better I'd think they were just a continuation of my other dreams, but they don't feel the same. It feels almost like an alternate reality or something.