Dreams aren't something that Buffy has been accustomed to in this place. Either she lets the sleep aid knock her out, or she uses her gas mask and doesn't return to sleep until she's exhausted enough to sleep dreamlessly. Despite this, she remembers dreaming and then she remembers slayer prophecy dreams. These dreams feel more like the latter: visceral, tense and real in a way that chokes her. The first dream isn't too bad. It's interesting, clearly a training session, but not her training session. She's met Barry, spoken to him a few times so she recognizes him in the dream and while the last bit of it has her concerned, it also amuses her. Whomever the guy training with him is, he's got plans a,b and c. Also...a speedster. At least she thinks that's what it's called. He's faster than any vampire she's met and they're pretty fast. He's also faster than she was is as a slayer.

The scene changes abruptly and gives little warning as it launches into some weird freak mask electro dude threatening. Everything is tense and there's kidnapping and so many lights that she feels a little dizzy and breathless in the dream. She can feel the horror that Barry felt, the panic and the fear and she remembers that horror, fear and panic. She's never lost a parent this way, but she has lost a parent and that shared dread, that shared sorrow resonates within her and magnifies everything the dream is showing her, everything it's making her feel. Somehow, the biggest surprise (to her) is that the freak mask electro dude is human. She never realized it before how lucky she was that in her world, the demons are usually the monsters and then...Barry's dad is dead (she knows he's dead no one, not even a vampire could survive that--he's got to be...) and Buffy is waking up gasping with tears on her cheeks, memories of how Barry's father was killed colliding with her own memories of when Twilight Angel killed Giles and nothing is okay.

Her shower that morning is extra long, as if she could wash away all those feelings, scald them with hot water and wash them down the drain with body wash suds. Unfortunately, when she gets out of the shower, those feelings linger. She goes straight to the commissary to grab some coffee and to find Barry Allen. He needs a hug very badly, and maybe she kind of does too.

Once she hears about what happened to their shooter, she's heading straight up to Steve's office for a pow wow that's more pow and less wow then it's back to the commissary, 14th floor and 16th floor for patrol of which she is extra vigilant, about considering both the dreams (memories?) and the events of the last 12 hours.

Wow. Mornings suck, don't they?

Buffy's afternoon is much calmer than her morning. She still hasn't shaken the feelings those dreams (we'll go with that for now) dredged up, but she's pushed them down in order to focus on patrol and if she encourages an Alpha or six to move along because she thinks they're loitering a bit too much...well, she's taking her job seriously. She also stops Specials to make sure they're alright (and possibly ask about weird dreams).

Nothing to see here. Move along. What are you looking at? Take a picture. It'll last longer (yes, those words might leave her mouth. Not sorry!).

Tonight's Citizen Improvement is actually something useful and Buffy is all about useful so she shows up at Citizen improvement, sits a little closer to the front than usual and SO SORRY CLINT, but she's going to ask questions. At least she'll raise her hand like she's in grade school and probably wait to be called on. She knows a good deal about first aid, but most of it is related to blood loss and vampire bites. At least one of those isn't a concern here.

After Citizen Improvement, she'll head back to her room, put on her gas mask and patrol once all the lights have gone out. She'd really rather no one else get hurt on her watch, and if that means she has to be on watch 20 hours a day...well she's functioned on less sleep.