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It's turning out that my dream life fucking sucks!

The compass my dream brother was talking about to the old weird guy? Apparently it wasn't just a compass that says "Hey north is that way!", it was a teleportation device. Only something went wrong and Joshua just vanished in this crazy glow of light. It looked like he disintegrated! Which left me completely alone.


These dreams either need to get better or just stop happening.

That feeling when you wake up feeling the same disappointment and sadness you'd just experienced in your dreams.

I have a thing against bears I guess. From how frequently I attack them in my dreams.

Social workers say I should be more social. Max. My name is Max.

While I was at work yesterday I picked up a five pack of small notebooks just in case I ran out. I went to put them in to the kitchen drawer I normally keep them in only to find that past me had already bought another five pack.

Downside? I had to do a bit of rearranging in the drawer so it would shut all the way. Upside? I shouldn't have to worry about running out any time soon.

I wonder what my dreams are trying to tell me with this post-apocalyptic wasteland boys club bullshit.

... I know kung fu.

Okay, shameless Matrix references aside, I did wake up today knowing way more martial arts than when I went to sleep last night.

Ew. Ew ew ew! I dreamed I helped a client seduce a cat last night. Well, a catgirl. Like, a one year old, purring, "let me sleep at home with you, Master!" catgirl.

What. The actual. Fuck. Bestiality isn't cute, no matter what manga says, okay?