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At least this time I didn’t dream about the accident again. I dreamt about something that happened a long time before - the night Emma was born. Here Dad drove mom to the hospital and left me with her parents while Mom was giving birth and then took me to see them the next morning. There? He was so convinced that ‘monsters’ would get in if he opened the door after dark that he refused to drive her or let the midwife into the house so he delivered Emma himself. One thing stayed the same though - mom asked me to help come up with her name. It was nice waking up from that place with a smile on my face instead of tears.

It appears that Aslan has started a new game with our neighbors children. Everytime they knock a ball into our yard he takes it over to a basket that he used to hold his balls in until Chip destroyed the last one. And at the end of the week he drags the basket over to the fence and one at a time picks them up in his mouth, stands on his back legs and puts it back into their yard. I'm glad he's not annoyed by the balls anymore and his method of returning just reinforces my belief that he is the brightest dog I've ever been around. Fairly certain mum's always just claimed the balls for their own when I knocked them into their part of the yard.

Okay so my Dreams just took an even weirder turn than the talking cat. The lemons I used in my tarts? I got off a tree that grew in my bedroom overnight because lemons weren’t in season. When I woke up this morning...that same exact tree was growing outside of my apartment. And I know it’s that same tree because yesterday? There were no trees in that area. I don’t know what caused me to do it - maybe worried that the rental office would react the same way my mother did in the Dreams and have the tree taken down - but I grabbed some of the lemons off of it that I could reach.

If I ever run into my friends from the Dreams first thing I’m going to do is teach Karolina how to hit people. She needs to hit harder so that they stay down longer. Another dream tonight - this one we were still at Molly’s, gathered up in her room trying to make a plan of attack and then Karolina’s mom shows up and starts attacking us again. Only this time instead of targeting me she goes after our friend Gert.

All I got to say is thank God for Molly. She picked right then to cue us all in to her powers, pretty sure herself included, and get us out of there. She’s got crazy super strength and her eyes glow when she uses it so I’m pretty sure that means she’s a mutant in our Dreams. So now our team consists of 2 nerds, a goth witch, an alien, a mutant, a raptor, and a jock (me). I got a sneaking feeling that getting Molly out of her murderous parents reach is just the beginning of more trouble for all of us.

Well the Beast killed all of us because the person who was supposed to kill him - changed her mind. So I guess I’m not Dream!married anymore? Since it’s only supposed to be until death. Unless the fact that Quentin got someone to bring us back changes that. Not important, really, since I found out that I won’t die if I have sex here so that’s a relief. We go to find the Knight of Crowns since I’m High King and he has to place that crown on my head and in order to prove that I’m a child of Earth I have to show off my knowledge of Patrick Swayze. Which wasn’t anymore of a problem for me than it would be here. Since there are four thrones I crowned Margo, Quentin and Alice to rule with me. And dreamMe is growing since I did apologize to Alice for sleeping with her boyfriend so that’s progress at least.

I woke up to find my crown on the nightstand and I am pretty sure Felix was surprised to see me wearing it while I cooked breakfast.

I pull the cord for my stop as the bus pulls away from the previous stop. Don’t tell me that I needed to pull it sooner because you over accelerated between the two stops and would have to slam on your brakes to stop on time. That is not my fault. That is your fault. And maybe other passengers would let you get away with embarrassing them and blaming them at the top of your voice on a packed bus but I won’t. That complaint to your boss and note added remotely to your personnel file was me. And the points on your DMV record in a few minutes once my program finishes getting me through their firewall is me too.

Accidents happen. People make mistakes. But don’t blame other people.