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I don't want to say I'm unobservant, but I'm almost entirely certain that I didn't have this butterfly tattoo before, but a girl at my school swears she saw it there the last day of August. How did I completely miss this? It's September third.

Well, I finally had one of those dreams that everyone talks about. And I would really rather just go back to not dreaming about other worlds and other me's now.

That was just plain weird. Dreaming of a younger me being drawn into a weird fantasy-type world through an magical amusement ride has got to be one of the odder things that has happened to me. Of course, waking up and remembering it, and the life that the other Presto had before that event, as if it was my own?

That just plain makes it annoying, and confusing.

Anyone got some extra-strength Advil?

It's official. I've declared education on top of my history major. So there goes my long sought freedom after this year, and hello another two years of school before I get to be the one inflicting this sorrow on the masses.

My dream adventures continue. And they can be quite strange. An alien that sucks the salt right from a man's body. A telepathic boy. Hunting for a cloaked ship.

And then I found my uniform and a weapon in my closet.

Besides the fight with the Romulans, there's one in particular that stands out to me from the last few weeks. My ship encountered a strange virus, that affected the mental state of my crew. One by one they all seemed to go mad, reverting to basic parts of their personalities.

My helmsman kept challenging people to duels! Like some 15th century swashbuckler.

I'm beginning to wonder, if Starfleet actually believes my ship's logs.

Playboy approached me to do a shoot.

I'm...not entirely sure what I'm feeling about that.

[ooc: just under a cut b/c of possible trigger stuff. It's pretty vague but r/t accusations of Royston taking advantage of another person]

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