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Apparently tomorrow is Gay Uncle's Day. As it turns out, I'm a gay uncle. I won't lie, I enjoy days that are meant to celebrate me.

Lets make this a proper competition.

Future Industries is always looking for fresh blood, particularly among women and girls. We're prepared to meet or exceed any salary the competition has to offer.

In addition, we offer free medical and dental coverage, credits and scholarships for advanced schooling, and paid internships for those just starting out, with room for advancement. We're also in need of two new department heads. Which leads me to my next announcements.

We've begun preparations to build a fleet of airship, for both commercial and personal purposes. They'll be cheaper and faster than conventional trucks or cargo ships for all but the largest cargo. We expect the first six to be available later this year. Three prototypes are currently available for viewing at our publically accessible race track. One luxury liner, a cargo hauler, and a model suitable for tourist applications such as the Grand Canyon, or people transport. I've taken to calling that one the skybus.

Additionally, FI is building a new advanced particle accelerator. When complete, it will be one of the largest in the world, available for both research and practical applications at low cost to scientists.

It was only a matter of time, I suppose, from how people talk here before it started. I woke up this morning with a dream. One of those your life is different dreams. This is the third one I've had in as many days, and I didn't know what to expect first, so I kept my mouth shut, but... here I am.

I have been dreaming of being ten instead of sixteen, and of being recruited by a wizard to become the champion of magic. Which is freaky, and really kind of odd. Who recruits a ten-year-old to become a superhero, even if they get to transform into an adult body when they are being super? That takes some seriously weird vibes right there.

But young me loves the life and fights all kinds of weird bad guys. It's a little creepy, and cheesy, too. But also fun, in a way.

Okay, so. I am officially on the dream train.

And I can't really complain, I guess? Overall, my other life is pretty cool. Master of three out of four elements aint bad. Plus I got this cool winter outfit that I will have literally no use for in California.

I do have a... concern, though. I tried to take a shower this morning, and the water was all... wonky? Like, shooting out in different directions and not at all falling down like it usually does and now I have to clean the bathroom because it looks like it's been through a typhoon.. I'm not stupid enough to think that there's no connection between my being able to control water in my dreams, and water here being totally out of control.

Not cool, dreams.

If I’d wanted another tattoo, it wouldn’t have been something as ugly as this damn Dark Mark on my arm. Not what I wanted to ever wake up to see on me here. And now I have to figure out how to cover it up or explain to my five year olds that I joined a homicidal cult in my dreams. I really could punch my dream self in the throat and not regret it. This is not how I wanted to start Regulus’ birthday

Well my dreams just took a turn for the better - I met Margo, who is just as fabulous there as she is here, and we managed to score what is apparently a highly coveted invitation on a trip to Ibiza. And as soon as I stepped foot on that beach I understood exactly why everyone at Brakebills wants to go.