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I still don't understand so much about why things from my dreams are carrying over into my life. It was already complicated, I really didn't need all the things that come along with this new...part of it I guess.

Superhero's aren't real. I still don't believe in them and I don't care who wants to prove me wrong. I've dreamed about blind guys fighting masses of people, teams and groups of mutants or Gods from other planets taking on the weirdest things I could imagine. I was friends, am friends with a lizard. My mentor is the cockiest but also one of the smartest sons of bitches I've ever met...and has his own Tower to prove it. Doesn't mean any of it should mean something to me.

I've learned I can do things. Weird things. Amazing things. I still have bills to pay. I still have myself to worry about. I'm not cut out for whatever else these dreams think I should be doing.

Oh, Andraste's sagging arse, I'm quite over the likes of Thedas. I suppose it was good that I was warned my lover would volunteer to stay behind in the Fade in some act of heroism or some shit like that. Because otherwise, waking up to find the letter from his best friend regarding his death there on the nightstand would be a really bad fucking surprise.

I need a few of Dorian's sparkly balls to take my mind off this.

But the lighter part of it all is that I got a new outfit? One with actual trousers this time, a very grown-up swashbuckling outfit, complete with gigantic pirate hat. I feel about a thousand years old by the time the Inquisition happens, but I look great and am still stabbing people so I suppose that's also a good thing.

Somehow I got dragged into an animal shelter yesterday and ended up with a dog.

( Meet Techno )

Now the question is, what do I do with him?

Am slowly learning to adjust to my new normal. Unfortunately, that normal means Madison Square Garden is no longer on the table. Oh, well.

Alucard
Love, darling. We should figure out a plan for, you know, food.
Because I'm hungry.

oh and have we told anyone yet?

I rather enjoy not being the pregnant one this time.

Apparently I'm not too bad at wielding a lightsaber.

Went to get a coffee and I think...the barista was flirting with me? But what is the honest difference between a chat and flirting?

I just wanted a coffee.