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One of my professors invited me and several other students from out of the country over to her home for Thanksgiving. I'm looking forward to it. It'll be my first Thanksgiving ever. Though the holiday season coming up does make me a little homesick, to say the least. Sometimes I wonder if I made the right decision, going to school so far away from home. But then I just remind myself that I wanted to try new things and experiences. So I guess it's alright, in that case.

Dinosaur droppings. In case anyone was wondering, they're as dino-sized as one might expect. Not really what I anticipated on a tour of a park guaranteed to be a disaster, but interesting all the same.

I also find it interesting that in these dreams I have three kids - here, I only have one that I know of. It's something to be thankful for as I take headache medicine with my coffee this morning - last night Kelly slammed her bedroom door in my face, yet yelled at me through it for a good twenty or so minutes about how I don't understand her. This is all because, as I can recall, I asked her to take out the trash.

Hormones and mood swings are killer at this age. It's like I need battle gear in my own house.

Maybe I'm odd, or maybe it's that delightful Californian oddness, but you lot talk about dreams rather often. Am I missing something?

[The Doctor]
Don't you dare ever tell me to be prepared for you to die

Ha. Looks like my motorbike from the dreams has decided to show up. Brilliant!

My dreams are pretty tense right now. There's a dark druid we call the Darach running around, performing human sacrifices. They've all been done in groups. Virgins, warriors, healers, philosophers, and lastly guardians. My dad, in an attempt to stop her somehow, offered himself as a sacrifice. I guess it'll be up to me to save him.