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March 8th, 2014


[info]being_mitchell
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[info]being_mitchell
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It's been just over a week now since I began to ween myself off of drinking blood. This means I've been eating more, because food helps with the cravings. It's a good thing I can't gain weight now, because we've been ordering out almost every night since. I am worried that I might hurt Annie if I can't handle this, but if I can abstain from drinking blood in the dreams then I can do it here too. I don't want my life ruled by blood.

On another note, St. Patrick's Day is coming up and I wouldn't be a good Irishman if I didn't go pub crawling next weekend. Who wants to come with?

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My dreams seem to have moved, permanently, into the twentieth century and spanned seven decades in one night.

Apparently during Prohibition in the twenties, I owned a speakeasy that was often raided by the police then I housed most of its regulars in my hotel room, because they wouldn't leave, so I got another room upstairs for myself. Then the Stock Market crashed. And there was something about vampires and a crazy old Warlock and a demon at another hotel called the Hotel Dumont.

In the fifties, a woman came to me, asking me to find her son, Raphael. It turned out that he had been taken by a crazy old vampire, along with a group of his friends and he'd been turned. I took him back to my place with me to try and help him so that he could return to his mother. That may have been a mistake. He was a bit of a brat and of course when Ragnor showed up out of the blue, he assumed I was dating him, which scandalized him, because Raphael was quite young.

In the seventies, the vampires were acting oddly and it turned out it was because they were feeding off people who had been snorting cocaine. I saw Camille during this time and I pitied her. She was no longer the woman I had loved. It also just so happened to coincide with the Son of Sam incident.

And then in the late eighties I ran into Valentine Morgenstern and his circle, which included Alec and Isabelle's parents. At least I assume they were their parents since they're Lightwoods. Ironically, I refer to Alec as a doubtless repellent brat when Maryse mentioned their son. I tried to stop Valentine and his followers from slaughtering a family of werewolves and got stabbed in the ribs for my troubles.

My last dream, before I woke up, it was the early nineties and I was spending a nice evening at home with Tessa when a woman showed up with a baby who apparently turned out to be Clary and her mother and her mother convinced me to do the memory charm on her then.

Now that it's the nineties, I can only assume that soon my dreams will catch up to the others.

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[info]the_black_widow
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Orange County has proven very welcoming, so far, though I wonder if I ate something bad last night. My dreams made no sense.

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Say you have access to a space ship.

What's more romantic, the rings of Saturn or parked near one of Jupiter's moons?

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I thought when I came home that the dreams would pick up where they left off. I have to admit I was... looking forward to that. I wanted to see more of... everyone. More of him, too, if I'm honest.

But they're starting out from the beginning again, like a marathon of episodes before a new tv season. My mother's death, standing on the bridge and hearing the news that The Calm had come. My father... a high summoner, but I would only ever see his face again as a statue. I felt, and I think I still feel, like I wasn't allowed to be sad. His death brought about ten years of peace, ten years I got to enjoy. To grow up without Sin constantly attacking, to get the time to learn how to summon, myself. He wanted that for me more than anything.

The more I dream the more things I notice about that world. It's... interesting, at least.
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OH THANK GOD I'M ME AGAIN.

I dreamt that I used her telepathy. That somehow we were in a corner, and I just ... I don't know. Tapped in. And felt my consciousness shift - that's the only way I can describe it. I don't know if I could do it again, but it has left me feeling weird, this time in a good way. I feel like I've achieved some kind of higher consciousness. It makes me happy.

Scott: Will you tell me when you have some time, so I can swing by? I do have to ask you about something. And it'll be nice to see you when I'm me again.

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It's odd how one set of dreams changes everything.

Every single one of my friends are dead, including me. Though I'm still around because I'm a ghost. I'm now taking care of a baby that apparently came to me as a teenager back in time and told me that I had to kill her to save the world.

I can't kill a child.

And now I have new friends. A new werewolf and a new vampire to take care. They're good guys. It's just a bit too much.

I can be seen and can touch things again, for the most part.

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[Filtered Away from Merrill]


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It's been two weeks now and there still hasn't been any sign or word from Frodo. I keep hoping that he just got sent somewhere else by accident, but if he did wouldn't we know by now? I don't think that Merrill would keep it from me if she did hear something, so I can only assume that she hasn't. I feel like it's my fault. I feel like I failed. In the dreams, Gandalf told me not to lose him and so far I've risked my own life to keep him safe, but I couldn't do that here when it really mattered.

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I guess it's been a while since I posted something so here's an update if we haven't talked since I got engaged. I quit my job at UPS a while ago and took on more hours at Granny's because I thought it would give me more free time. And it did, only I've been spending that free time doing school work as well as house hunting with my fiancé.

Yeah, I know it's kind of corny to call him that all the time but I'm still not over the fact that I get to say it.

Anyway, good news on the house front! Just closed on this beauty! It's around a hundred years old and it's just stunning. 1,873 square feet, hardwood floors, a sleeping porch though I'm not sure what that's supposed to be, and the most perfect patio ever. I'm super excited! I might even post some more pictures later for those of you I can't rope into help us move.

The dreams haven't been too bad lately. After going back and forth on being Spoiler dream Steph has fully embraced it (though don't tell her mother). I started training with this super cool bamf called Black Canary, though like with everyone else I had to work my ass off to impress her but thank goodness she was easier than Batman to get to know. The best part, aside from getting to kick the ever-living shit out of my ex, was being inducted into the 'Batfamily'. I got to ride in the Batmobile and I got to hang out in the Batcave.

Okay, so Batman had to let me know who Tim really was and he got super pissy about it in that way that only Tim Drake can really do. And yeah, I do kinda feel bad that Batman had to be the one to tell me and that he felt so betrayed about it. But holy hell it has to be the strangest relationship I've had-but-not-actually-had ever.

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Well, I do believe I'm apart of this special dream club. I had a dream last night that, when I woke up, made me feel like I had just stepped out of another life. It had felt so real. But it was the most peculiar dream. I was just sitting on top of a cloud, as if I hadn't a care in the world! How does one sit upon a cloud? Laws of physics tells me it's impossible, yet upon waking, it seemed only natural that one would sit upon a dense matter of liquid. That was all I dreamed about, fairly short. Powdering my nose. And I felt like I was waiting for something. There was something in the wind, but I woke up before that sense of knowing turned into fact.
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Locked from Eli, Logan and Velma

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I have had a plan for myself since I was a child. At first, I wanted to become a priest. That plan changed over time; I became disenchanted with the structure of the Church and the misguidedness it occasionally foists upon its followers. However, my faith in God is still strong, and I still want to spend my life serving Him in some way.

My dreams have been so strange, though, by comparison. I dream that I am a Christian amongst Vikings, a favored slave of the village jarl. Recently, I dreamt of being taken to a temple and fed mushrooms, and tempted by a beautiful young woman. I was asked to deny Christ, and I did it - but then they found the cross around my wrist. They were going to sacrifice me, but upon finding my continued faith in another God besides their own, they decided against it.

I'm confused. Am I meant to serve God? Are my dreams a story of a believer finding his faith strengthened in the face of adversity? Or are they a story of a coward? What does it mean that I love a woman, that I've thought about spending eternity with her? Where does it all fit?

I'm starting not to know who I am anymore, and I suppose, well, that frightens me.

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[info]theoriginaljerk
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My girlfriend, the love of my life, the woman who makes me a better person is now safely moved into my condo. Goodbye apartment. I will not miss having to drive to you to visit her. I can wake up with her next to me every morning. Hell even my dick of a father seems impressed that she agreed to move in with me.

To my siblings and my friends, thanks for helping us move her in. I appreciate it. Even little Natty who kept moving objects away from where they were supposed to be. She's "helping" and that's whats important.