Network

( Personal Entry )

These dreams are going to kill me. Like I swear I'm going to have a heart attack. Scott and I were at the school at night, no one else was there except the janitor. Oh, and the Alpha werewolf that's trying to get Scott in his pack. There were no alarms, no locked doors. Like seriously. My real life school? Locked up like a tomb at the end of the day, no one goes in or out after hours.

But there we were, with the Alpha stalking us. It sent Allison a message to meet Scott at the school. She was with Lydia and Jackson, so they came too. And then we were all like sitting ducks. He'd already killed the janitor, and now he was trying to kill us. Or making us think he was trying to kill us. Jackson wanted me to call my dad because he's the sheriff, but I didn't want to and I hit him! I totally sucker punched Jackson Wittmore and lived to tell it.

Well, my dad eventually did show up, but by then the Alpha was long gone. So was the janitor's body. Scott and I realised the Alpha wasn't trying to kill us, he was trying to make Scott kill us. Kill his old pack, his friends, and join the Alpha's pack. In the dream the Alpha tore the battery out of my jeep and threw it through the window of the classroom where Scott and I were taking cover.

But the cool thing? That jeep is here. It was in the drive way the morning. Keys and all!

I guess my alter ego has taken the loss of Sofia pretty hard. Refused to go into town with Lori, blew up at Carol. It's like, I don't know. Losing that little girl was a hard blow to all of us, but I put so much into trying to find her, I nearly died trying to find her. And to have it end the way it did, I guess it's not unexpected that I'd lash out. But dreaming it? Seeing myself act that way? It was awkward.

Um, right. So I'm Harry, and was told to introduce myself on this thing. Hello? I like afternoon tea, a good book and more tea. Basically, bring me all your tea recommendations for Orange County? And maybe a good diner. I do like the occasional sweet.

Guess it's a good thing that I was already in the hospital. Since this whole thing had me passed out cold yesterday. I still hate this feeling, though. They cauterized the wound in the dream, but dream Clarke told me that there was internal bleeding.

Can we just not? I'm also over being here. It feels like forever. I know that isn't true, but it doesn't change anything.