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Sometimes I wonder if I shouldn't have gone into figure skating. I've always been good at it, and it's kind of my element.

My roommate is either trying to test fate or just test me. Because, in her words, what's the worst that could happen by having a ouija board carpet and a Roomba? Never mind the fact Gar keeps trying to fight the Roomba when he isn't hiding from it.

Unpleasant dreams. A year later adopted father figure decides to show up in my city to check on me. I said some things I didn't necessarily mean and he didn't even say anything back. Figured I was in for an argument, but think it's worse when you're not and they accept it.

Seems like the hospital is where we stayed. Makes sense, actually. Even if I'm kind of isolated from everyone else.

We heard a voice near the entrance. I went to investigate, Axel followed and then so did a bunch of people that had been there. We found a man covered in blood.

There is SO much shit going on in these dreams. Supposedly the feeder isn't a feeder anymore and I'm being blamed for that. Then one of the guys, their wife was taken by those things that wanted me. I was going to give myself over, then John decided he was going to give me to them. But Axel stopped it.

These dreams are giving me a damn headache.

"If I don't come back it's been nice staring at your naked body for three years." (Really, Axel? Or dream!you.)

Yay for sub-basements and crazy adventures to get a generator back on.

We ended up in a shipyard or something. Axel had to go underwater and handing me a gun. Ferals showed up while he was in the water and I killed one of them, and should've been dead.

All dream me wants to do is find her daughter, even if there's the possibility, now, that she could be dead.

Whatever I am. Whatever dream me is, she's something. Even if she doesn't want to be.

[Axel]

This shit is getting crazy on us. Dream me went into the cage with Doc and I offered her my blood. I mean it was dream yous idea. Doc didn't want it or anything, so I bit her. What the hell?!? I don't like this. Not one damn bit.

I mean, I'm glad I didn't suffer any more torture or wake up with dream injuries, but. That one was a doozy.

Life on the ground isn't easy. It's not any better, really, now that there's adults around. Still kind of feels like we're on our own. I went with Finn to the village where the grounder we captured and interrogated said our people were. There were kids and most of the adults who were there were old or sick. One of them said it was a lie, that we were sent as revenge against them or something. To be honest, dream me wasn't listening. I was too focused on trying to keep Finn calm.

He started shooting. I don't know how many of him he killed. I tried to get him to stop, to listen. But he was so hell bent on finding 'our friends' that he couldn't see past the rage and disappointment that they weren't there. After his killing spree ended, Bellamy, Octavia, and Clarke showed up, obviously drawn to our location by the sound of gunfire.

So basically, he killed innocent people for nothing. Because our people aren't being held there. I can't wait to dream the fall out for this one. Because you know the grounders will retaliate. An entire village was nearly wiped out.

I had another dream. At Hill House. I really do not like that place. But there's a really cool tree house. I like to go up there and draw. I draw the things I see. Some of them are scary. Some of them are of my friend Abigail. My family, in the dreams, doesn't believe Abigail is real.

Anytime i wake up from these dreams, I feel like I haven't really slept at all.

My dream persona has settled right in to his new life. In another galaxy. Where we had a kid go missing and apparently he activated a containment vessel and let loose an ancient 'entity' that wanted to suck the life force right out of everything around it. We tried to trap it but it was too smart, and we ended up sending it through the Startgate to an uninhabited planet. Sounds anticlimactic now that I put it down in words, but it was pretty intense when it was happening.

I still got that damn word on my arm in the dream, and damn if I didn't wake up with it right back on my arm in my real life too. It was another fun filled dream. Started out in the mine. I saw a flash of light, followed it and ended up in a war zone like in the earlier dreams I'd had. Next thing I knew, I was waking up outside the mine and Lods was there trying to teach me or whatever. I don't want nothing to do with him, and I walked away, left him to fend for himself. He's blind, but sees better than anyone.

Back at the camp, I found out one of the dancers, Dora Mae, was murdered. A bunch of the carnies went into the town to find someone to hold accountable, but the place was deserted. After Dora Mae's funeral, Jonesy spotted one guy, the bartender, from Babylon. They ran him down and took him back for some good old fashioned 1930s carney justice. Which is basically Russian Roulette.

He got lucky, and Samson let him go. We packed up to move on to the next town, and it all feels, i don't know. Surreal. Insane is another word for it.

So, my dad saved the day. he found me and the other kids in the basement of a house that was under construction. It was the mother changeling's home base or whatever. She had us in cages and our changeling doppelgangers were terrorising the neighborhood. But when Dean freed us, and killed the mother changeling, whatever she's called, that killed the changelings and all the kids were restored. Including me.

And then Dean left. Even though Mom told him he could stay. It's weird. That he's not really my dad in the dreams. I really don't understand how that works. but I guess the dreams aren't the same as life. Even though my mom is my mom.

I don't know. I guess I'm just glad it all worked out. Dream me is home, safe and unharmed. Just a little shook up.

So hey, Mom. Maybe we can go get tacos for a good old fashioned Taco Tuesday this week? Spend a little time together?

Dreams suck. Looks like my step-mother got a bit paranoid and everything went down hill from there. Guess I should apologize to my boyfriend for not waking up when he tried to wake me. I'm still not sure how someone wakes up from being dead to begin with.

Though, I have a sharp ass spear as a souvenir from dying now.

Had another action packed dream. We ransacked a house, but there was walkers outside, so we couldn't stay. It's been like that for a while. We try to find a place to hole up but it's not long before we gotta move on. So Rick and me was out hunting and we saw a prison. Perfect place, right? With the fences and such.

We cleared the yard and spent the night there. And then we cleared out closer to the building and worked out way inside. Everyone claimed a cell in Block C, cause it was clear. I slept in the perch, ain't sleeping in no cage. Next day we were gonna clear out more, but we got surrounded, and Hershel got bit and we managed to hole up in the cafeteria. Rick cut Hershel's leg off since we know the bite infects, but it's the dying that causes a man to turn. So maybe we can save his life.

Ain't sure how he's gonna survive without one of his legs, but I reckon we'll deal with that if he survives at all. And then, shocker of all shockers, there were people in the cafeteria. Prisoners, probably. ZThey wasn't turned. So...that's interesting. But that was the end of the dream, that's when I woke up.