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I woke up to dream gifts!

Tink. It's awesome!

Because I needed to relive those memories. Thanks.

[Gwen]

Feel like grabbing a bite?

I'm still wondering when I'm going to get these dreams. Though from what I hear I don't really want them. But everyone keeps talking about them. I guess I'll either get them or I won't.

[Jer; readable by jessica moore and myrcella b.]
Do you and Myrcella feel like catching a movie with Jess and me?

I have the day off tomorrow. I'm not really sure what to do with it. Do the laundry I should do or just relax.

[Kenzi]

So you should come by for dinner. Catch up.

[Jess]

I'm reaching out to Kenzi to see about catching up.

All my trainings paid off. My first boxing match (at least in quite some time) is in three weeks. I'll have to hit the gym a little more over the next few weeks.

Only having one job in my entire life is proving to be a problem I finally got called in for a second interview at a company. Maybe my military service counted for something Hopefully by this time next week I'll have a job and can start saving up again for the kids.

Hello, California! My name is Harold Saxon, and I’m rather new to the area. A co-worker of mine told me about this network, and it seemed like a grand idea to post a little greeting to you all.

I’ve just moved in to a wonderfully cramped little flat in Anaheim, although I’m working out at CalTech.

If any of you happen to be making the trek out there too as students, you’ll probably run into me at some point or another. I’m teaching European History I, and will be offering my services as advisor to anyone in the humanities programs.

If you haven’t signed up yet and are thinking about it, just be warned that I require a great deal of reading, the majority of it being primary sources. Nothing quite like learning about history in the most immersive way possible, don’t you think?

If you're stuck without plans for tomorrow's big game, you should check out the Cellar's Super Bowl party. We're going to have happy hour priced drinks, plus amazing appetizers -- including guac! What football party doesn't have chips & guac? You're right. None! So come and check us out! [Address]

Oh, and -- don't tell my boss! There might be a football-shaped pinata! It's going to be great.

I have never fully understood the love of American football, though when it comes to the Super Bowl I can understand the excitement to some degree. The World Cup is the best example.

Speaking of real football, or soccer, today my home country's team, DR Congo beat Congo and won their match today and go on to the semi-finals for the Africa Cup of Nations! I could not be prouder.

As for the Super Bowl, I think I will cheer for Seattle, considering New England's behavior as of late.

I'm not really rooting for any team tomorrow but I went out and grabbed some snacks and some beer. The commercials should at least be good. They haven't let me down in the past.

[Private to Friends]
I picked up way more wings than I can eat. They were on a deal that was too good to pass up. Feel free to come hang out if you want to watch the Super Bowl.

Everyone talks about these dreams. I was talking to a bloke last night who says he has a dragon cause of the dreams. Is this all true? Or have I stumbled upon a group for crazy people? Or are you all on drugs? I know that I've had some really bad trips in the past and believed that certain things were real that weren't until I came down.

So I'm finally twenty one. My birthday was a couple of days ago, but I don't really feel any different. I've had a fake ID for a few years now thanks to Jubilee, so it's not like I've never drank and I've already been to clubs, so it was a little lackluster. Then again, I did get a pretty awesome early birthday present with Logan coming back.

Also, I've been running myself ragged almost every night, patrolling. This is getting a little out of hand. I don't think even Gotham had this much crime in my dreams. I feel like I need a vacation, but at the same time, I feel like I can't just sit around while this stuff is going on. Ah, the life of a dream superhero.

I was thinking, with all this extra crime and muggings and what not, if anyone wants self defense lessons, I'd be glad to teach anyone who is interested. I'll do it for free, cause I don't really need the money. And, if there is anyone who already knows self defense, but wants a sparring partner, I'm up for that too.

This is quite possibly the strangest thing I've seen Jeff Bridges do. The commercial's okay, but wow, man. That album. Tape. Thing.

Jeff Bridges Sleeping Tapes

One of the worst things about being an interior decorator, is when someone insists on a design or color scheme or whatever and you just know that it's going to look horrid. There was one guy recently who insisted that he wanted green shag carpeting in his bedroom and I had to try, tactfully, to tell him he would be making a mistake with that. And then there's the ones who leave it all up to us and say they don't care what we do and then when we tell them our vision, they have an opinion on everything. Sometimes I wonder why I wanted to be an interior decorator, but then I'm reminded that no matter what career I went into I'd still end up dealing with people like this only in a different field.

Had a weird dream last night...

Apparently, I play la crosse and my ex's best friend the co-captain hit me across the face during practice. I had my helmet on but he still got close to knocking me out.

I had thought my dreams were at an end. I mean, my own death feels like a pretty solid ending, one would think?

But they've started again. I don't know quite how it happened, only that I managed to not only escape the crocodile that was attempting to swallow me whole, but I killed it, stuffed it, and used it as a clock. For irony's sake, I suppose.

Pan never came after me again. In fact, he started spending longer and longer stretches of time away from Neverland. As it turns out, he'd found a reason to stay in London. He'd found a wife.

Peter Pan, grown up. Who would have thought it.

My dreams continue, and my god, these people are awful. The D'Ysquith family, in my dreams. I mean, absolutely the worst sorts of people one could imagine. Oh not murderers or cannibals or anything like that, but really just dreadful.

For instance, I went to take a tour of the family's historical home (and had to pay about a dollar fifty for the privilege, I might add) and was harangued by the current earl, Lord Adalbert. He fussed at me for touching the armor, and went on a tirade about how the poor are an absolute curse on the land. Imagine!

In fact, it seemed as though the ancient portraits themselves were scolding me for having dared defile their home. "Monty Navarro!" they seemed to say, "You don't belong here! Abandon all hope of ever being a D'Ysquith. Your girlfriend will never marry you."

(Though admittedly, that may have been me projecting my own insecurities.)

I tried to talk some sense into a family member I was certain would show me sympathy: an older priest, Lord Reverend Ezekial D'Ysquith. But even he turned a cold shoulder to my plight. Though he did give me a nice tour of the bell tower.