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So lotsa dreaming again. Had the same dream about being tossed in the slammer with that Starlord guy, Rocket and Gamora. That was fun. Well, for me. Seems Rocket and I have been in prison more than once and know how to rule the place right away. Helps being a tree alien that can shove roots up a guy's nose to prove a point.

Busting out was the new dream and was actually pretty wild. Rocket went on and on about some bull elaborate plan, and I just walked away and was all "screw it, I'm removing the battery from that box over there and we'll play it by ear. Rocket'll think of something." And then suddenly it was chaos and Rocket was all up on my shoulder shooting a gun bigger than him and then we're scrambling up (well okay I was growing myself taller on purpose and they were scrambling up ME) to the control room and I can't even explain how Rocket pulled it off for us to get outta there but he did.

Also I think he asked Quill to steal that guy's prosthetic leg just for giggles. Nutjob.

But seriously, don't mess with that raccoon.

These dreams are like a damn roller coaster. I'm disappointed they ended first, but then relieved they stopped a while. Now glad they're back it seems, but annoyed at their trend of injuring or kidnapping of my friends in them.

Am I the only one that didn't realize finals start this weekend?

I can't even remember the last time I went to a class. Yeah I'm screwed. What happened to my life?

I feel like everyone on this network who dreams of Panem only has dark shit to say and, well, here's more dark shit.

Quarter Quell arena blew up (hey Katniss), and it was like I just knew...then yep, sure enough, my home District was basically fire-bombed in retaliation. Managed to get a bunch of people to the woods, to hunt for them and keep them alive until a hovercraft arrived, but it wasn't the best thing to witness even as it unfolded in my head. Felt like I was really there. I'm so tired of dreaming about war, and living war, over and over--

Here's hoping the rebellion squashes the oppression.

And I still haven't gotten any 'dream gifts.' Show me the fucking receipts, because this is some crazy crap right here.

Goodness me, it is warm here, isn't it? No wonder people trot around in nothing but bathing suits all day.

I have never held a bow before in my entire life, but somehow in my dreams I'm an expert. Maybe I should pick up a new hobby or something.

Apparently, blindfolded makeup challenges are a thing?

First off, someone please tell me what they look like because this sounds hilarious. I would love to know how they managed.

Secondly, who would like to volunteer to let me do their makeup?

I'm given to understand that these Dreams are common and that it's not terribly strange to talk about them here. I just dreamed that I got engaged to my ex. He's every bit as charming as he is in real life. Though in the dreams I'm a bit younger and he's much older, which makes the whole thing worse.

Honestly, I had been hoping I wouldn't see his repugnant face again.

Pride in San Fran is at the end of the month and I'm still not sure if I'm go. I want to, but at the same time, that's where Billy and I started to get to know each other two years ago. I don't wanna go and then get all nostalgic and shit and not have a good time, but at the same time, I didn't get to go last year cause Billy's boss at the time was getting married and Billy had been helping to plan it. I just don't fucking know.