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I can hardly believe that the summer is almost over and classes will be starting again soon. I'm hoping that this semester will be better than last, since I've now got something to do at night instead of constantly studying. I like being prepared, but I was far too prepared last semester and tended to get bored in class since I was ahead of everyone else.

How do people cope with knowing people in the dreams, knowing them so well you feel you know them in life, and then letting them go?

It hard to mourn when they never existed, not in this reality. But the sucker punch that comes with it is so hard to deal with.

I never thought I was going to actually have any of the dreams. It wasn't anything big, but I was a kid. Mom and I were living in Texas, not California, near my grandparents. I ...can't lie, it would be nice to see more of them than I get to. Other than that, everything seemed to be normal. Well, except Mom's job. Still a musician, but... in the dream she was a country singer. Which is absolutely ridiculous and I wish she knew what the dreams were so that I could call her up and tease the hell out of her for that.

Dad wasn't in the dream, which isn't really surprising. I've only ever lived with one at a time here. I wonder how different he’ll be than he is here?

I should have expected the dream I had, when Armin let it slip that I was in his. But after the week we had with man eating zombies all over the place, the last thing I needed to dream about was naked man eating giants. in the dream, Mom and I had a fight, after my sister told on me for wanting to go outside the walls. I ran off to go find Armin and talk with him when this huge skinless...thing kicked a hole in the wall, letting all the rest in.

I already know what's coming, from when he slipped up and told me. I... I don't want that dream to come. Is there a way to stop the dreams?

For the next week, all money from sales of my albums will go to hurricane relief.

It's easy to fight a demon. It is much harder to fight a storm.

I finally started dreaming, and let me tell you it’s weird how close and yet so far it is. It’s still just Dad and I. But my grandparents never immigrated to the states, so I grew up in Japan. I still fought my way to a scholarship to a private school but...this one is a lot more expensive than the one I go to now. I have no clue how I won a full scholarship there, but way to go dream me.

Also, I would like to note that I was practically pushed into that vase and shouldn’t have to work anything off.

So I got me a bit of a problem.

Those dreams? Great for zombie/demon apocalypses. Not so great for the 9 to 5. Got some dream gear in the process, but I also kinda turned into my dream self, blue skin an' all. I can't chase criminals down like this! Anybody else turn into somethin' not human? I gotta figure out what to do ASAP cuz I really don't feel like raiding the makeup aisle in Walmart.