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I think I've had one of those dreams that everyone talks about since um, yeah, I was a rabbit. It started off when I was young, I'd say around first or second grade age, and we were having a talent show at the Carrot Days Festival. Myself and some classmates did a little play about how anyone could be anything they wanted, and of course I wanted to be a police officer. My parents weren't too happy about it after the fact, and they tried to talk to me about not setting such big goals for myself in life. I honestly don't know what they were going on about since I saw this fox named Gideon Gray pushing around a couple of other kids and I went to help them out.

He bullied them out of their tickets, and I confronted him about it. I landed a decent kick to his face, then he got me back by scratching my face with his claws. Still, in the end I managed to get the others their tickets back, and my little bunny self is even more dedicated to becoming a police officer now.

Woke up from what I guess is a coma and got home, and there was a car. Not just a car, but my red 1958 Chevrolet Bel Air Impala Sport Coupe - the one I drove in the Underworld, in dreamland. Sexy stuff, right?

Also an ambrosia tree now in the backyard. You know, food of the gods. Absorbs magic, you need to eat some of it to escape the Underworld, etc etc. I cut it down in dreamland but now it's back like that pesky neighbor always bringing by tuna casserole. Maybe I'll actually keep it around this time though - never know when you need a plant that soaks up magic like a sponge.

I guess the point of this is that don't fall into a coma if you can help it. Man, that sucked. At least it happened well before my movie premiere.

Do you ever dream yourself doing something and wish you could shake yourself? That's me more often than not when it comes to the dream. Why why why?

In news that doesn't involve dreams, I might have far too many geodes in my room and a floor full of accidental glitter. I mean, I meant to do stuff with glitter, but I didn't mean for it to fall on the floor and spill everywhere. Sorry, Sam.

So the Gangreen Gamg showed up in my dreams again. This time they were using our hotline to prank us into thinking that three of our other enemies were causing havoc. We really didn't even save the day this time. I ended up melting the phone with my laser eyes.

Then Him managed to turn the whole town against us. Our class mates through apples at us, and even the professor tried to attack us. So I ended up hitting an old lady with her cane and punching my teacher.

These dreams are seriously a trip!