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Are all these dreams going to be like this?

( filtered; Kol Mikaelson )
I need to talk to you.

The more I dream, the more I find myself adoring my subjects. I couldn't ask for a kinder, fairer, more loyal set of ponies, and I'm honoured to be their Princess.

The Grand Galloping Gala was never fun until they attended.

There is part of me that feels like I've finally done something that really mattered, in the grand scheme of things. The rest of me is exhausted, sore, and I think I might have broken something. But at least it was for something serious.

Then there's the part of me that knows the impact my role has had on little girls. I don't think I've yet to fully resolve that conflict in my head. I'm hoping the project I'll be on after Black Widow wraps will continue to inspire people, and also make me feel that it really matters. I know it does, but there have been nights I've stood on the set and wondered what it all was for.

I never used to question my love of it before I dreamed.

Woke up this morning and uh...this was burned onto my arm. Weirdest damn thing. Aren't these dreams everyone keeps talking about supposed to start before you end up with scars that weren't there the night before?

Anyway, I got no idea what this is, what it means where it came from or anything. It's just there. It doesn't hurt. Seems to be fully healed. Buddy of mine at the shop snapped a picture of it while I was just checking to make sure. That explains the face. And why you can see both my hands. It's a really friggen hard angle to try to take a picture of yourself, man.

Does anyone with experience with these friggen dream things happen to know if there's a pattern or something? Any way to get some friggen context for what's going on on my arm here?

I think I'm going to do a pub crawl until I'm so hammered I can't feel my face.

I am so freakin happy right now!!! The best thing ever happened last night! When I got home from Gendry's I went right to bed and I had more dreams. The dreams weren't that great except for the part where I was kind of a bad ass, but anyway, when I woke up, I was kind of down cause of how the dream ended and then NYMERIA jumped up on my bed. NYMERIA MY DIREWOLF!! In the dream, I had to send her away, but she's here now. I ran downstairs with her this morning and I think my mother almost had a heart attack. I don't know what my parents will do if another direwolf shows up. Of course for that to happen, Jon, Robb or Rickon need to start dreaming.

So, if anyone needs me today, I'll be outside with Nymeria.

Oh! Does anyone know anything about wolf training? I know Sansa would want me to ask.

Will someone please take away my card/Paypal so Steam can't bankrupt me this year?

Or help me learn self-control! That works too!

I have to admit I've never been so glad that I am able to work from home as I was in the last couple of weeks. My boyfriend has been great about living between our two places, it actually worked out much better than I thought it would.

Those attacks were awful, though everybody pulled together so well during and since. It's nice to see people supporting and caring about each other. I hope everybody is okay.

It's strange to go from... what happened to suddenly dreaming of a very, very bright future. Crystal Tokyo is the most incredible thing, and... well, it couldn't ask for a better ruler than our Princess.

She lights up the universe like nobody else can. I wish she could be here I suppose that's why she draws each and every one of us guardians together.

I am supposed to be taking a census of how many people with magic would be interested in setting up a normal meeting so we can discuss it and even work on it. What do you all say? Yes or no?

Who else dreams of being a vampire? Or is one? I am simply curious. I have not heard of the boy from my dreams, Oskar, arriving, nor my sire, but I could be mistaken.

This is cheaper than therapy, right?

So the dreams are ... I mean, some of us get qualities from the dreams - powers or our looks change or stuff like that. In my dreams, the high priest of Hell wants me. And I don't mean a cute little guy with a pitchfork.

( Trigger warnings for gore, reference to suicide. )

I wonder sometimes if instead of changing somehow, I'll get my stalker. Like ... I'm not a paranoid person, I'm a damn cop, but I keep looking over my shoulder all the time. Waiting for the toll of a church bell, waiting for the walls to crack open and for him to show up in his leather butcher's apron, saying my name. His voice is ... beautiful in its way, just like him. Symmetry fighting against chaos -

I should sleep. Anyone have any tips on how to sleep even though you don't want to?