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Apparently, in the dreams, I'm the Dorian Gray. I had always assumed my parents liked the sound of the name, but apparently I actually am the legend himself.

I've even received the portrait to prove it. This should prove interesting.

Has anyone successfully been able to keep the dreams separate from their real life?

I thought I could, but thanks to the dreams writing no longer feels... right. Looks like I am taking a break for the time being.

Someone needs to tell my dreamself that driving across the salt wastes is a shitty, suicidal plan.

So you know that moment when there's an impending since of utter and complete doom in your dreams?

Yeah. I think I hit that point in mine.

Things are incredibly dull now everyone has stopped being r-u-d-e as my nurse manager described the population a bit over a week ago.

Honestly, I miss it. I felt normal for a little while.

I suppose normal's overrated though so I really shouldn't complain.

Life should pick up again soon. There are few slow or boring days here in my experience. I only wish I had a hobby to occupy my time with when I'm not being amused by Orange County as a whole. Maybe I'll pick up something adventurous. I know a woman who might know a thing or two about that.

Oh my gosh, this gave me such a giggle! I know it's not really from Joey Fatone, but it's funny either way.

Alright. My dreams have reached a whole new level of fucked up. Or at least the version of my hometown that exists in them has - there are vampires. The entire town is run by vampires. And I'm glad that the whole 'if you die in your dreams, you die in real life' doesn't hold true here because my last dream? Ended with me getting drained inside my house by one who was trying to turn me but I don't think it worked. I think I just died. Are all of my dreams going to be about illness and death?

[Gwen]

The release date's set and the label swears they aren't changing it this time. My album's coming out the last full week in September. I forgot to tell you after I got off the phone with them about it and I'm not sure how much longer it's going to be until I can come home from this meeting. I think I do need to start looking into an agent to come to these meetings. Maybe I can skip them then. I hate this part of things.

[Audrey]

So I'm going to give you more than two weeks notice - I can't work at the Bakery anymore after September 18th. The label's set a release date for my album for the week after that. But until then - I'm all yours and I'm going ahead and warning you now: I'm still going to be by there all the time to get my pastries and visit.

And I know I've said it before but I still mean it - thanks for everything.

The anger that enshrouded this place. It took some time to dissipate for me, I'm not sure how I feel about it, it all seems like a haze to me if I'm honest.

Anyway, today I was working on a car when I heard sounds coming from the trunk. It sounded like a child, so of course I was terrified. My boss too, we quickly ran to the truck and broke it open. There were, I'm not kidding you... like a dozen different dolls in there. All talking at once.

Oh, and this... ( image under cut )

I might be the dumbest son of a bitch to have ever lived in Orange County.

And I ain't exactly jokin' either.