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Sometimes I find myself stopping at thinking how bizarre it is to live in a place like The Institute. For anyone not familiar with it; it sometimes reminds me of dorms you sometimes see in British movies or tv shows. You know how all those old Universities have these big, old stone buildings as their dorms? Well it's kind of like that and considering only four of us live here, it feels even bigger sometimes. In my dream world, Institutes usually house a large number of Shadowhunters, but even in my dreams there aren't a lot of Shadowhunters that live in the New York Institute. It's also a little weird since I don't live there, in my dreams. I'm still at the Shadowhunter University, which is an even bigger and older and draftier version of old British dorms.

Speaking of which, I really hope I have another dream soon. I've said it before, but I really want to know if I survive the ascension and become a Shadowhunter. It's killing me, not knowing.

I'm still a little upset that I was trapped in Fillory and everyone else got to go back to Earth and get demons put in their backs. But I guess in the long run it's a good thing. The tattoo that Quentin had to get to seal his in was tragic. I had another dream - the Beast forced Margo, Alice, Quentin and I to try to kill each other through a curse he'd placed on our thrones. It would affect any child of Earth but we were the lucky ones who got to be Kings and Queens after he took over. Way to go us right?

Penny solved the problem though - he poisoned all of us and then brought us back using adrenaline. Our deaths, even temporarily, were enough to satisfy the curse so we stopped trying to murder one another so we were able to get back to figuring out how to defeat the Beast which would have gone off perfectly if Julia hadn't interfered with Alice's attack so instead of killing him he was just wounded and took off with Quentin and Alice following him.

When the battle finally happens, Quentin gets hurt by the Beast and Alice uses the battle magic spell anyway even though she doesn't have enough power which results in her turning into a Niffin and after killing him, which thank God that's done, starts to go after me and Margo but that brilliant idiot Quentin releases his demon to kill NiffinAlice so that we're safe.

Well I was right - Mum didn't let me stay home from Petunia and Vernon's wedding in the dreams. Although at least she did make Petunia seat me and James up front with her and Dad. Instead of the very back of the church like Petunia wanted. The worst part of it though came during the reception - someone asked who James was since they'd never seen him before. And instead of just introducing him the way Mum and Dad had - as my boyfriend from boarding school, which is technically true there, Vernon told them that James was some magician. Which honestly is the most insulting thing he could have said.

Not that there's anything wrong with magicians but...James is a wizard in my Dreams. I'm a witch. Vernon knows that there. He was supposed to be part of my family so we told him. Now...I think dreamLily made a bad choice to include Vernon.

All I wanted was to watch Apollo’s tiktok videos of Aladdin and now I’m somehow following a skateboarding French bulldog. I’m blaming Apollo for this. It’s his fault.

I heard on the news that a father decided that he needed to take his two year old into an elephant enclosure the San Diego zoo to get a selfie. Watching the video, you can tell that the elephant is enraged causing the man to flee the enclosure and dropping his two year old very close to the charging elephant's feet.

Thankfully the child is fine, the father has been arrested and charged and the elephant faces no consequences of this man's actions. The lack of common sense people have is astounding.

Went to see my mom in the dreams, told her I know Jean didn't hit that kid. Except I know that Jean did hit that kid. Because apparently I have a thing for Jean, still. Or I like to live dangerously. Probably both.

Got some pills at the pharmacy. The illegal kind. Then threatened the pharmacist at home by sitting on his chest while he slept, and forcing pills down his throat. Told him I expect 1000 pills every Friday.

Because yeah. Definitely into the living dangerously thing.

I hate how real this all feels. Like, I know it's not my life. but it feels like it is.

I'm guessing wanting to get drunk and forget everything is a common reaction to the dreams? Yeah. That's where I'm at today. I actually called off work, which I have never done for myself. The sad thing is, I only just started dreaming and I have a feeling it's going to get a lot worse than this.

Alright, so this question is mostly the anyone who has been here for a few years. Next week is April 1st. What are the chances that the same thing that happened last year will happen again? Cause I really don't feel like turning into a woman again. It was interesting, but not something I want to revisit.