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Has anyone on here that dreams ever died in them?

I read somewhere that you would always wake up before you die when you dream but that seems to be false. I'm not sure what to think of this.

good for nothing ryoga learned one useful trick. fine. one. he's still a moron.

I don't know what to say anymore I'm a terrible person I guess.

I don't understand why I still live here. This place has taken near everything from me, and apparently it aims to take my sanity next.

Last week was intolerable.

I just realized that I'll be heading off to Europe soon (thank you again to Athos and D'Artagnan for that again, by the way). I feel like it can't come soon enough. Happy as I am to be a new father, and everything, it will be a needed reprieve. I've got some family mingled around France and Spain I haven't seen in ages, too.

My only qualm, and this is really just nitpicking because who can balk at a trip to Europe, is that I'll miss Barcelona playing. They play on the day we get there, and then their next game will be after we leave.

Pfft.

( Back to School Cookies at Baxter Bakery! )

We got the house.

I hate admitting that I'm wrong.

That's why I'm not quite admitting that I was wrong.

But I'm also admitting Zee might have been a little bit right.

I drank more than enough to put myself out of commission last night, there's no questioning that, but...I don't even know why I'm bothering to write this here, it's just an old bastard rambling on after something's rattled his cage...I mean, who the fuck even cares, right? What's the bloody point?

I had a dream. A real one, one that I remembered after waking up. That never happens. Hasn't happened for years. The booze made sure of that.

This morning, I woke up starving, and sweaty. And terrified.

Who comes to a funeral and stabs an innocent girl? I don't care if the place is full of vampires, that's just wrong.

I went to a store today that had a Christmas section. We aren't even out of summer yet. Calm the hell down retailers.

THIS is fantastic! Seriously, click the link. I think that I need to set up a fund to get one of these machines. Maybe I can see if we can do something for a second tip jar perhaps.

I would probably make a million lattes with Rick Astley's face on them. Hell, I'd probably buy one for my own apartment if I could.

Things settle down here and in my dreams we summon a demon. Of course we do. We summoned the demon Azazel in the hope that he could forge a weapon for us, but that was a bust in the end we had to each give him one memory as payment for summoning him. I banished him cause his idea was literally the worst. Only he didn't want to be banished completely and when my cat almost strayed into the Pentagram we'd used to trap him, Simon went after him and Azazel showed up again and after trying to harm Simon, left of his own accord.

So we're still up shit's creek, trying to figure out what to do about Jace and Sebastian.

I've found another difference between my dreams and my life here - the first job I had in them was cashier at a grocery store. Here I worked at an ice cream shop after school.

I think I'd have liked the grocery store better.

[Regulus]

Just so I know before I try to find a bakery to make them tomorrow, how many of these cakes is it going to take to show you how sorry I am for the way I acted last week? I didn't mean any of it and I was way out of line. All I can say is, I got caught up in whatever it was making everybody so bitchy at each other.

I wish I could take a break from these dreams.

I know there's probably no stopping them but maybe a month or two of normalcy would be nice.

What's the proper 'waiting' protocol when some tells you that they will plan a date and will "let you know"?

I can't believe that I'm even asking...or that I care this much...

I need a drink.

These dreams and their gifts had unfortunate timing. My boots and energy daggers both came during last week's unfortunate episode. I could have killed someone, and for a moment, thought I had come close.