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Damn. Here I thought I'd finally gotten out of the crappy part of my Dreams, that if I had another one our little group would be better off but no dice. It's actually getting worse - we're translating that book still and apparently our parents are dealing with these six toed monsters called Gibborim. I'm guessing at the spelling but - six toes. Sounds like cool fun guys wanting to rule the world right? We're all practicing our powers more - working on my control of the Gauntlets too so that's going to come in handy.

Anyway - we're running low on food so we decide to go and pick some up and since we're using the shitty van my parents had bought me, I come up with the brilliant idea to just switch plates with some vehicle I found in a parking lot because that's not super illegal. Everything's going good until we get to the store and interrupt a robbery. That's great. We're nailing this laying low and staying out of the radar thing.

Does anyone else wake up exhausted after having one of these dreams?

These dreams are like a freaking soap opera. I hate soap operas.

This one wasn't that bad, in the grand scheme of things. Scott and i stopped the werewolf hunter from interrogating Jackson. I went home and got my dad drunk so I could take advantage of him and read his official police reports about the recent 'animal attacks'. Then I rammed my jeep into Scott's mom's car because she was on a date with THE ALPHA.

Soap operas are made of this stuff.

Well, that was...anticlimactic. Went to see my mom. In the dreams. She blew me off. Introduced me to her latest pet project as "one of her boys". Yeah. I'm her son, her only son. The rest of them are charity cases or something. I don't even know. Just explains a little of why I turned out so rotten in the dream world.

There is absolutely no rhyme or reason as to when I get these dreams. I had a new one last night. Blessedly free or torture, for a change. Bellamy actually trusted me a little. Not much, but. Gotta start somewhere, right? I led them to the grounder camp, and one of the grounders was wearing Clarke's watch around his neck. I drew him away from the others, Bellamy knocked him out, and they dragged him to an underground shelter Finn knew about. They coerced information out of him, and then we went off in search of Clarke and the others from the drop ship who are missing.

I have a feeling the village the grounder sent us to isn't going to pan out. But I guess we'll see when I have another dream. Could be tonight, next week, next month. Sometimes thehy happen in clusters, sometimes there's weeks between new ones.

Turns out my dream persona got kicked out of the police academy. Probably because he's a cocky bastard who likes to act like he knows more than anyone else. But, I also think dream me is a pretty good detective. There's a detective who knows this, and blows me off anyway because apparently we had a thing. And it's over.

After I got arrested, and Eudora Patch let me go, I went to my little boiler room apartment at the gym. Someone was in there, but I knew it was one of my brothers. Luther. The one I like least. He has been harboring a suspicion that I killed our father, but now he knows I was boxing that night, and didn't do it. He and I aren't BFFs by any stretch, but it still hurts when your brother thinks, really believes, that you might have killed your dad.

For the record, my real dad isn't dead. That's only in the dreams.

So now everyone in the carnivale is avoiding me like I have some kind of plague. But Lods wanted to see me. He wanted me to drive him somewhere, said he wanted to show me something about Scudder. I feel for it and he was being deliberately obtuse so I threatened to turn around and go back, but a hell of a dust storm came up out of nowhere and Lods decided to get out of the truck, so I followed him, and he led me to a cabin and when I got angry and screamed at him, the storm stopped. It started up again when he said I did it, I made it stop. Then he burned me, but it healed within seconds, and he told me he could teach me how to use my gift, but I said no. I don't want it, I won't use it. The storm finally passed, and we went back to the carnivale, and I sulked off to be alone.

I'm so glad to have a break from school this week.

Just a friendly reminder that if you don't know how to properly deep fry a turkey, don't. Or if you decide to try, make sure your fire extinguishers are charged.