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I didn't like my dad in the dreams before, but I like him even less now. We had to go back to my house and then he shows up and I'm supposed to be happy to see him even though he's done nothing for us this whole time. But whatever. I don't need him. I never have. I never will. The more I see of him, the less I want to do with him. I can't believe I thought even for a second he'd care about my mom and I. He never cared before. I'm so angry. All I can even process is anger and I don't know what to do

I love how I won't have any dream repeats for months, and then when I least expect it I'll have several nights in a row of them. I think I might call in for the day and just spend it cuddling my son, and not worrying about the outside world today.

Messed. Up.

I had another dream. This one involved my cousin Peter. We were talking casually about things that are supposed to be folklore, but we were talking about them like they were real. And my cousin is a werewolf in my Dreams. What the hell is up with that? He'd probably get a kick out of that, but I'm not telling him. He'd tell my whole family I'm insane.

I don't get the appeal of Pokemon Go. I can't be the only one. A girl paused in spinning class today because a pikachu was in the middle of the gym. She stopped peddling because of an imaginary animal. This boggles my mind.

I've returned home from a trip to India, and was graciously "surprised" by the new addition to the family. What a sweet little cat he is. Orson thinks I ought to rename him, but there's something endearing in the name Shadow. But I am a firm believer in names holding meaning, and this seems no different. The little thing seems to always be at my heel.

Carolina and I are headed to Texas to get her things out of storage. While there, there is a remote possibility that I could meet my father for the first time and I don't know if I should.

My mother told me he didn't want anything to do with us, but Carolina says that surprises her. And...the Dreams didn't exactly put him the best of lights either...not that he was my father in the dreams.

Fuck, I have no idea if meeting him is a good idea or not.

My dreams are just one trap after another. First, we arrived in Vegas and while looking for a place to rest, we ended up at the Lotus Hotel and Casino. They offered us a room and they had games and stuff and it felt like we were only there for a few hours; turns out we were there for five days! It was only after I started noticing people wearing clothes from different time periods that I was able to break the spell or whatever it was. By then our timetable to reach the Underworld had narrowed drastically. After that, once we did get to LA and were looking for the entrance to the Underworld, we got chased by a group of teenagers and hid in Crusty's Water Ben Palace. Turned out Crusty was actually Procrustes and he tried to stretch Annabeth and Grover, but I tricked him into getting trapped in one of his own water beds. We finally found the entrance to the Underworld, which was at DOA Recording Studios. We told Charon that we'd died in a bathtub in order to be allowed into his elevator.

And of course that's where I woke up. I don't even know what to expect when we encounter Hades. I wonder if he'll look like he does here.

On a lighter note, my birthday is Thursday. I'll be nineteen and that also means school starts soon. That's the only thing that has ever sucked about my birthday. How close it is to school starting again. Oh well, at least I get blue cake Thursday.