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So I've gotten used to waking up floating above my bed every now and then. It almost doesn't even phase me anymore. I'm just worried that Alex will come into my room one morning and find me floating in the air. I'm not sure how I'd explain any of this to her.

Anyway, I just woke up from a new dream where I had a doppelgänger who was the exact opposite of me. She was created by the head of Lord Technologies, Maxwell Lord to believe that Supergirl was evil. So where I have freeze breath, she basically breathed fire and had ice vision where I have heat vision. I tried to reason with her when it was clear that we were more or less evenly matched until the DEO showed up. They tried using green Kryptonite on her, but it had the opposite effect than it would on me. The next time we faced off they used blue Kryptonite on her and that weakened her where we could take her into custody.

During all of this, I tried to go on a date with Cat's son, Adam, but in the end, I decided that I couldn't have a normal life and relationship while also being Supergirl, because James had already been put in danger with Bizarro, which was what we called my doppelgänger so how could I potentially put someone else in danger if my secret identity was found out? Of course when I talked to Cat, the reason I gave, for dumping her son was that I was focusing on work instead of having a life.

And to make matters even worse, when I went home I got attacked by something with tendrils.

I can only imagine what's going to happen there.

My dreams came back. Besides being sickeningly adorable with my girlfriend, I've been hard at work planning the rebuilding of the city after Kuvira's attack.

The president has been both an obstacle and taking credit, and is pushing us to get the job done in a time frame that's next to impossible. He just wants to win reelection and I just want to strangle him.

It doesn't help that I've been getting threats from one of the Triads. Protection racket, that sort of thing. Nothing I can't handle, though it took some convincing to get Korra to realize I can still handle myself.

Happy National Siblings Day to my wonderful brothers and sisters. We might fight at times, but I couldn't imagine life without you. I love you guys.

[Damon]

You too, my business bro.

They finally announced the release date for my movie! August 31st. I can’t wait for the premiere! No red carpet but there’s still going to be a party and all of that for it!

[Private to Tyler]
Any chance we could work in some extra sessions in July and the first part of August to help me be in shape for it?

After years of nothing, my dreamself allowed himself to believe that the wizard he was allied with had been killed. I should have known better here than to believe I’d get off that easy because - Voldemort’s back and my idiot self there is ready to go running right back to his side and start doing his bidding again. If I was ever going to curse someone it’d be myself in the dreams

I know a lot of people want to know what the next dream is going to bring for them. I just want to know when mine are going to be over because I’m tired of having to see myself doing such moronic things.

The worst part about getting sick for me? Muscles I didn’t even remember having are sore from how much I’ve had to cough. I get it - my body’s trying to get the infection out of me, but there has to be a less pain causing way to do that right? Or at least one that doesn’t make just sitting up painful?

So my dreams are showing me...my parents are so much worse than some petty fucking crimelords. I saw them murder a girl. Them and their friends just murdered somebody not that much older than me. Talked about how it was a sacrifice to something and that was when we decided to book it. A part of me wishes we’d stayed longer to see if we couldn’t figure out what the hell happened, but majority rules or some shit like that. We head back up to the game room and that’s where we’re playing a game of Twister when our parents come up to... I guess see what we’re doing. And that’s where I woke up this morning. It's still playing on a loop in my head though. Has been all day. Maybe I'll go for another run

Daddy came into town for the weekend to see how I was doing and we went out to eat at one of our favorite fifties style diners. Probably the most unhealthy food imaginable, but also some of the most amazing. While we’re sitting there trying to figure out what we’re getting we hear the woman at the table next to us asking the waitress what the healthiest thing on the menu is. I just sat there for like five minutes kind of trying to figure out why you’re going to come to a restaurant that has the phrase “It’s not healthy, it’s not fat free” as part of it’s slogan? The waitress steered her towards the house salad because that is literally the only...light option they have there. I enjoyed the look of horror on the woman’s face when I ordered a triple meat omelet with extra bacon and hashbrowns with cheese on them.

Oh this is going to go great in my dreams. I’ve decided to ask my two best friends to move into the house with me, but I’m not telling them about being killed and turned into a ghost. Anyone want to bet on how long I’ll be able to keep them from finding out since I’ll be around them 24/7? One way or another.

Seriously dreams? The three languages I speak already weren’t enough? You had to dump an extra two in my head? I didn’t even realize it until I was studying this afternoon and when I went to look back over my notes, instead of Italian because it’s still the easiest for me to read, I was writing them in Latin! LATIN! And I can understand classical Greek now. My head hurts