Yeah. I dreamt it twice, so it was definitely not that much fun. Yeah. Living in New Orleans. The time wasn't the same. In the dreams, I was born in 1928, so it was the 30s for most of it. Then something shifted and Mom was making us go to Alaska, where she got mixed up with people she shouldn't have. In the dreams, I die in Alaska. Well, not exactly there. But there was an island. It was that or let everyone in the world die, so...I figured it was worth the sacrifice.
But here, I called my Dad when things started to go bad and so he brought me here to live with him. Which is a better outcome. I couldn't call my dad to help me in the dreams because apparently Alaska is a land outside the control of the gods and he's Pluto. Hades if you don't know the Romans.