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The dreams returned. The talking cat, Artemis, followed me to the arcade, to complain that I was spending too much time on video games and not enough time studying to be a super hero. To be honest, I didn’t think being a super hero was something that you… studied... for... Please, talking cat, enlighten me. What school subject teaches you how to be a magical warrior of justice?

Meanwhile, I ignored him as I continued to play the games. I was determined to beat this one player’s high score, wanted it more than anything. I hate losing, I hate coming in second place. Here and in my dreams. My only responses to Artemis were about how stupid my super hero costume is. I’m really glad dream!Me feels the same way about it real!me does, to be honest.

The next day I go in, and there’s a new game at the arcade. Staring me. Super hero me. How strange is that? I started playing it until I noticed a bunch of the guys there were giving me dirty looks for hogging the new game, so I moved back to the game I’d been trying to get the high score on. I FINALLY beat it, when this complete creep came out of nowhere and freaked out on me. Apparently it was his score I beat. He decided I couldn’t be a girl because girls don’t play video games... I’ve ran into a few of those at Game Stop. Of course they’d spill over into my dream world. Artemis suggested I use the crescent shaped compact to change into someone else so I could lose him and run away. Instead I decide to change into a video game character in shiny metal armor.

And of course this creep was also a huge perv and tackled me to the ground. I used the other magic item the cat gave me in the last drea, to transform into Sailor V. I got the guy off of me by blinding him with the transformation. And kicked him when he… err… decided to take it upon himself to see what the costume looked like from another angle. I knocked him out cold and ran away.

Maybe the cat’s right and I need more super hero training. Not that I feel too bad about kicking that dude, he obviously deserved it.

When I woke up this morning, both the compact and the pen were laying on my nightstand.

I had another dream. I’m still a kid and still at camp. And I’m still not doing exactly the best at weapons training. I did find out my godly parent is Apollo, which doesn’t really surprise me when that’s literally my dad’s name. My dad, who’s a nurse, teacher and failed garage band guitarist, who has a love of really, really bad poetry, is a Greek god. You have no idea how absurd this is in my head.

He claimed me as his in the dreams after I instinctively healed another kid at camp. Apparently that’s something I can do in the dreams, by singing. Anyone who’s heard me sing can tell you how little sense that makes. I mean, please feel free to ask my long suffering boyfriend.

When I woke up, my hands were weirdly tingly. It makes me wonder if that’s spilled over into the waking world. A certain orange shirt was also draped over the foot of the bed.

In the dream, there are other children of Apollo. I’ve got brothers and sisters. I’ve always wanted siblings. I wonder if I have any Dad doesn’t know about here

It’s time for another bout of Orange County weird dreams. It’s a little upsetting that Tama not only calls me a girl in them, but asks I ‘go back to being a girl’. I know he never would here, but… It’s strange how different things and people are in the dreams while they’re the same at the same time.

A school wide physical out in the open is still very strange to me. It was strange when Tamaki talked about it. It was even weirder dreaming about it myself. I am so glad that the club arranged for me to have my own private physical so no one would be able to see mt physical sex. But… honestly that should be something everyone has instead of it being a school wide spectacle. Which is all it is since this is a school full of rich kids who all have private doctors. I don’t get why this is a thing any more here than I do in the dream.

Some doctor that wasn’t one of the ones the school hired made their way in and found me in the room they’d arranged for me. So, that was creepy. Apparently he was looking for his daughter and got the schools mixed up. His daughter went to one with a very similar name as ours. I’d wonder why he didn’t know what school his own child went to, but he seemed very scatterbrained. I mean, he was literally named Dr. Quack.

I woke up to both versions of the school uniform hanging on the back of my door. Which is weirdly kind of fitting that I got them both at once.

[Tama]
Hey.

This is going to sound weird, but. Thank you. For getting it here.

Today was my birthday, but that didn’t mean that the OC had to give me presents. The only kind it knows how to give are Dreams, and I did not need them.

Armin, Mikasa, and I started bootcamp for the military. We’re only… 12? Who starts recruiting 12 year olds? It’s funny meeting all of these people in the dreams, I’ve never met them before but they feel like they should be so familiar to me. Even the jerk that looks like a horse

When we started training with the gear that lets us... pretty much fly, I failed hard. I turned completely upside down and hit my head. My sister tries to convince me that night to quit, for the three of us to just go back to the fields we’d been working in since we escaped to Wall Rose. I leave while she’s still talking so I can sneak onto the training ground so I can practice. If I don’t prove I can even stay upright in the thing, I will be sent back.

The next day, it’s my turn again. I manage to keep my balance for a few seconds before falling flat on my face again. After switching gear with someone else, it turns out I’d been given faulty equipment. I can do it just fine when I’m using someone else’s.

When I woke up, I had a trainee uniform waiting for me, as well as a necklace with a key on it.

Thanks OC for the birthday presents, but ...why? I already know I don’t… make it.

This was a much better present. Armin laid it on my side of the bed, waiting for me on my pillow when I got home today. I’m not sure where he even managed to hide it, but I love it.