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It's weird to see my family's farm in the dreams. I ain't been there in years, ain't got no plans on going back either, but still it's fucking weird. I did call my momma yesterday to check in on her, and make sure she was okay. She seems to be doing well, and she said my brothers were doing alright too.

That's all I can ask for, and I really hope she was actually telling me the truth.

My history professor today said (quote) "I don't want to kill anyone's vibe but history is basically just the extended study of human misery". If my dreams are any indication, that seems pretty true.

I haven't had any dreams this month, which is both welcome and incredibly weird. I'd have liked to see some more of our moderately happy ending, but I guess there's only so much goat chasing to do. It's been pretty relaxing, not having to think about who I'm going to see die if I go to sleep.

So I met Artemis' huntresses. They tried to recruit Thalia into their group and she turned them down. Thankfully Now we're going to camp with a Satyr named Grover. I know where this is going and I don't want to keep going I'm hoping I don't dream anything past this. It's a futile hope, but I don't want to go any further

Life as a demigod is definitely weird.

Also I woke up to the journal I dreamt about a while back. So that's definitely not that surprising. Just surprising it's a journal and not another weapon.

I never thought I'd get off the farm. I'm possibly way too happy not to see a single cow in sight than anyone has a right to be, but wow. All the buildings and skylines I've seen already have been a nice change of pace.

I may have started playing Fallout, because I guess I was missing out all this time. I honestly feel like this is our future though. Bartering with bottle caps, fighting giant moles and crabs, dealing with robots, me punching the shit out of everything...

I keep thinking that I could be doing something more productive, but at the same time, I want to keep punching mutant monsters. What is happening to my life?

Well, my palmistry plays a key role in my dreams, too. I read my cousin's friend's palm. He's got a huge, nasty choice ahead of him and I don't think he can handle it. He's a cocky rich kid. More than that, he's an upir. It's kind of like a vampire. Sort of. I do feel bad for him, though. He's too young for this shit and he's going to drag my cousin along for the ride.