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My dreams this night were alarming, which is a vast understatement.

We'd won. And yet ...

My friends and I have fought those godlike primals and brought the nations together in that fight and yet we were betrayed by those we'd recruited to help us.

Regicide and the body of a dear friend lain at the feet of another, the blame cast upon we Scions and in our mad dash to escape we each took a stand in turn so that the others might make it further.

Thancred and I were the second to last, bringing the caverns down upon our heads to block our pursuers and ensure Minfilia and the Warrior of Light could make it further.

I cast an ancient spell in an attempt to escape the cave-in and it must have succeeded, for we were drawn into the Lifestream, bound to the aether that is the life's blood of our world. I only know my friend escaped, because she was the one who was able to draw me back out of the Lifestream.

When I woke, I was blind. But if I concentrate I can see the latent aether and energy in the air and in the living.

It's hard to describe what it looks like. I cannot see faces, or details, just blobs of light. But I may know a spell that can leverage this to see normally at times.

It too is a forbidden spell so I wager there will be a price the same as that escape spell.

So I've read on the network how people end up with things. Sometimes it's things that will serve them just fine, other times not so much. I had two things show up and one of them? Fine, okay. A book published in 1605. Not sure how I got my hands on that, there's no telling.

Second is a pretty big sized battle axe. What exactly am I meant to do with a battle axe?

I have been at work all day, trying to think of cute couple costumes for Elijah and myself for the studio party on Friday.

Bob Ross and a Happy Little Tree
Danny and Sandy
Bell and Adam from Beauty and the Beast.
Mary Poppins and Bert Halloween

However, I think Morticia and Gomez of The Addams Family might be the perfect one.

I should know better than to think nothing can shock me anymore from the Dreams. But being drugged by nuns and locked in the basement of a convent is definitely not something I would have ever expected. At least I didn't blow up the

Can I go back and take back everything I said about not wanting Daddy to play out every potion learning session during the campaign? Because I would happily sit through that every weekly play session as opposed to listening to him have his character attempt to seduce every humanoid enemy our party comes across.

At least Kurt seems to be more amused than disturbed by his grandpas. I swear next week I'm just calling Okaasan and putting her on speaker so she can hear this.

Doesn't matter how advanced my dreams are, I'm still excited when science happens. Landing on an asteroid and collecting samples is a really big deal.

Today felt like Friday the 13th. I over slept. Then I spilled my coffee. Then I dropped the external drive I keep my work files on, and now it's borked. And now I've burned dinner because I got distracted playing with the dog. I called off work tomorrow, and I think I'm going to stay in bed all day.