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Living with a Kender prank-happy roommate on April Fool's is not what I would define as fun. It's been four days now and I'm still cautious every time I open my bedroom door.

At least the Dreams have finally given me my spellbook.

Oh! I had such the cutest little dream! While cleaning barnacles, for playing in line with my last (previous dream) I meet the cutest little flounder fish, named Flounder! He is my best-friend in my dreams! How adorable is that!

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Are people always so open about their dreams?

these dreams are going so slow. okay. so i'm finally at hogwarts and i'm clearly amazing. i still can't do magic, but i'm in some house called slytherin because apparently my dreams know i really like the color green. i'm so small.

there's a bunch of people i know from those boring society parties. ugh. some of them seem so boring, though. i guess not everyone can be as awesome as me. it's really difficult.

okay wow so a lot of stuff happened in my dreams last night like we discovered cute bookish girl is a faunus which is kind of like animal people and totally explains her tuna addiction but she ran away

then i find out she and my sister got involved with a fight at the docks but they're okay and im just glad we found blake again

we started the second semester after that with the BEST DAY EVER! and we totally started it off with a Yang.

food fight of epic proportions full power i used a pair of turkeys as boxing gloves against our friends on team JNPR and we kind of made a huge mess and Ms. Goodwitch wasn't too happy with us but prof Ozpin was okay with it which was cool

later we were playing this board game like Rift and i kicked everyone's butts

Dream me needs a little bit of chill. I mean, screaming that I can be hardcore is a little much, but then I sort of get it. Someone - well, multiple someones - said I couldn't fight things as scary and difficult as they could. I'm really, really bad at be underestimated.

A new dream. A lot has happened. It seems like Eph and I shot Palmer. We didn't stick around to see our handiwork. We made a run for it, but our escape route was blocked and we were caught by the cops. Apparently some of the cops are in The Master's pocket because once we were in a holding cell some of them showed up and hauled me out to a car, saying something about delivering me to the Mayfield Hotel and Eichorst. If I don't escape this is bad for me. This is death or turning bad. As I understand it, sometimes if you turn in your dreams you turn in real life, so I'm actually hoping for the former.

I really need a drink.

I'm pretty over earth goddesses already. I don't care about your stupid son. And my mom's supposed to keep me safe and she's not. Thanks, Mom If my dream self were not twelve and were not in danger of probably getting killed for telling her to step off/suck on her own toe, I would tell her to go for it. Unfortunately, I don't want my dream self to die and since no one else is going to save her from everything, because neither of my parents seem to be up to the task. Why aren't To be fair, my dad can't come to Alaska, but that doesn't make it suck less.

[Nico]

Can I come visit for a little bit? I know it's not Dad's fault. He told Mom...

Whatever. I just can't look at him right now because I'm frustrated with everything. If you're busy, I'll ask someone else.