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Apparently I've decided that I know what is best for Hal and I told him we can only meet for our readings at night. What I wouldn't give to dream about the dragons and war again instead of this mess of a soap opera I've fallen into. First I tell him that we can only meet at night for lessons and then I just extend the hours so that we might have to sneak around my brother's house to get food, which of course gets us trapped in the pantry. Why wouldn't it? Then he kissed me and I ran away and locked myself in my room. Truly. I have to question my habits. I am apparently hideous at dealing with things.

Adamo would most certainly give me a look for my ridiculous behavior...and he would be right to. Then again, it isn't like he doesn't have his own problems with his Dragon Corps. They have to get lessons on how not to anger the politicians/wealthy people by propositioning their wives and then paying them as if they were prostitutes.

At least here most of my drama is during whatever movie I'm filming. Ignoring Erik and the paparazzi sneaking around and being annoying

If nothing else, I can say that I have finished a couple pieces of furniture finished because of how often the dreams mess with my sleeping schedule. Who knows? I might be able to sell a bunch of furniture by the time they're finished. Maybe I'll be able to get a nicer apartment.

This may sound weird but I don't like when quiet it gets around here. Now that I know that the bad things that keep happening are a result of these dreams, I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. I'd rather know what's coming. Is that weird?

Either way, waiting for the next round of zombies or killer clowns or sentient tornadoes or whatever is going to decide to show up is...not very good for my anxiety, it turns out.