Network

Normally, I wouldn't bother with the network. But, I know of a certain someone who would probably tease me like crazy if I didn't say something. So, if you ever need anything, you can find me at the local firehouse. Where it seems that I practically live most days.

Just ask for Clark Kent.

Having spent so much time living in assorted hotels and the occasional tent it feels a bit odd to have a place to call my own. The important thing is I finally have a place to put my books.

I have a rare day off today and I really don't even know what to do with myself.

I think I've joined the dreaming club.

Now, I wish I was some cool superhero or bad ass spy, but nope I get a lovely dystopian North America to live in. Basically at some point the world collapsed, a sovereign state was created, there's a Capitol and then the rest of North America is split into 13 districts based on what services that area can give the Capitol. Total dictatorship and we all bow down to the Capitol.

Well, apparently 74 years ago the districts tried to rise up and overthrow the Capitol. Unfortunately they lost and now there's this lovely thing called the Hunger Games were 1 boy and 1 girl from each district fight to the death with only one winner. Really lovely.

It's kind of frightening watching yourself grow up in a mining district, people being whipped or executed for stupid things, and just trying to survive. Luckily my family owns a bakery, but my mom's also totally abusive in these dreams which is just slightly disconcerting when you wake up in this world and she's the nicest person ever.

Really not excited for these dreams. Can I get a do-over?

Not fun when you dream about one of your best friends dying and then you immediately can't tell if it's real or not so you wake them up super early to check and make sure you're alive.

Her whole death is really suspicious and I really hope it was one big accident. Also doesn't help that then everyone graduated and left me behind. But in good news I bought a bar in the dreams because they fired my mother and I'm all about karma.

Almost wish that bar was here so I could give myself all the free tequila.

My mom in my dreams is not at all surprised that I skip classes. She wasn't upset or mad when Vanessa and I showed up at her bookstore. But Vanessa needed her to translate something in Latin.

O Mater Luna, Regina nocis, adiuvo me nunc.

Later that night after Vanessa's date with Michael she calls me to go come sleepover at midnight. Which is okay with my mom...because she thinks I'm an alien so rules just kind of never applied to me. She found me on the side of the road near a crash and I only have two memories before Kendra found me. Memories of a crash and a fire.