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Everything is set in stone. I'm going to London in May for a week with my family. And maybe paying a visit to the Ministry of Sound if I can get tickets, because you never outgrow loud music.

The past is beyond our control.

When I finally arrived at the cable car station that was the graffiti on the map up there. It was strange to find something like that all the way up there, but it does make sense since we can't control what happened in the past but learn from our mistakes or whatever. I finally met that Chris guy in my dreams. He seems like a nice enough guy, and he's got some pretty good shooting skills so if things are going to go south in my dreams I'm hopeful that he'll be able to keep a steady hand.

So much to do, so little time. Tax season is evil, honestly. Trying to do personal and business taxes are a migraine. Even with an accountant doing it for me. Thank goodness I keep meticulous records, which I know, is weird for me.

But since everything is signed, filed, and sent off for approval, I've decided to offer a few menu specials this coming April in honor of being done with taxes.

The names aren't for little ones, though, an adult only menu. Items such as "Fuck this shit" and "God Damn Taxes" and "Finally fucking filed!" but you'll have to wait until April to know what they are for!

My dreams have taken a very strange turn. I was very, very young in these and going to a place called Raccoon City to search for my brother Chris. Nothing changes apparently, since I was looking for him when I first started to dream, but I know Raccoon City was ground zero from my other dreams so I don't believe that anything good is going to come of it.

However, all of that aside I woke up to find a motorcycle parked outside my apartment and a helmet on my dresser. So that's a nice little surprise from my dreams.

I actually managed to have a real conversation with my mother this morning for the first time since I found her. Though my French doesn't really sound like hers, I guess it's text book at least. It's an improvement considering I could only understand one or two words before. Though she laughed at me a lot. I think I got quite a few things wrong since I was trying not to look at my book.

Language barriers are hard.

Yep, it looks like in the dreams I'm off to the Jedi Academy just like my siblings did. Dad still seems to have issues buying into the Jedi thing even though he married into a family of them. Go figure.

C-3p0 is the most obnoxious droid. I prefer Chewbacca to the droid, but he was usually off on missions with dad.

And again with another song being stuck in my head from my dreams. At least I know all the words to this one, and I didn't have to go look it up this time.

When people say you're a cute couple, but you aren't actually a couple. I'm never sure how to respond to this. Feelings are way too complicated.

Dreams are back to being dramatic again. Yipee</sarcasm>. I found South after she'd been going toe-to-toe with The Meta. Thank god for the recovery beacon, or else I'd never find the bitch her again. After we...rescued her, my new "team" and I tried to capture The Meta. Kind of wish Caboose and Church had told me he had Wyoming's time distortion unit before we engaged him. I would have taken a different tactic if I'd known. But I they didn't and The Meta used the time distortion unit to get away. It's kind of weird experiencing an actual stop in time. It's like living through a jump cut edit.

After that we learned that South still had Delta - the A.I. I gave her before she fucking shot me in the back - we learned from Delta that South not only left me behind for dead, but she'd done the same thing to her own brother. Delta also said she'd planned to sacrifice him to to The Meta so she could get away. She was badly injured and he observed that in the condition she was in that she'd impede our progress. He suggested we not allow her to. So I shot her in the head.

Dream me didn't seem to care. Church called me a cold motherfucker. I, on the other hand, am not a cold motherfucker. The whole experience made me sick to my stomach. And now...I have no idea what I'm supposed to be feeling.

Went to see a certain movie. It ain't my movie, that comes out later this year!

And I just wanna say that Wonder Woman is just as awesome in person! And she smells really good.

Bruce is about as grumpy though. I went on a date with him once!

That was definitely unusual. Why is it the same thing and yet even worse I'm homesick for Louisiana even more now

I haven't dreamt about Louisiana in a long time. I regret that nap now.

Okay, maybe the water in a dog bowl was a little much, Dream!me. Even if it was kind of funny.

Protip: Don't try to handcuff a werewolf to the radiator on the night of the full moon. An given that the full moon was a couple nights ago, this advice is a little late, but there you have it. Better late than never?

I'm guessing there's no way to make the dreams stop?