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Last night I dreamed that I headbutted this jackass who decided to keep on talking after he should've shut up. I don't like him one bit. I'm worried about what he might do later on down the line since he's probably pretty pissed that I broke his nose, and bruised his ego but he shouldn't have been talking shit about my brother and I. I woke up with a headache, and some wicked looking custom crossbow leaning against my dresser.

I think I'll be giving the new crossbow a test drive this evening at the range to see what she can do.

I think my dreams are over. Looks like lucky dream death number five is what finally did me in. I would have liked to see things through to the end, but then, I've known that I wasn't going to for a while now.

I don't know if I was hallucinating or if it was real, but Kira, my best friend who died a while back... He came to come collect me in my final moments. I wanna believe it was really him though. And my final act before that was making sure Setsu got through the gates of Etemenanki safely. Probably about as much as a guy like me can ask. I hope he and the rest of 'em can wrap things up all nice and pretty without me.

But holy shit am I glad that's over. My Dreams started off a hoot, but they kinda blew toward the end there.

What a way to wind down a much needed vacation. We saw Barcelona play Atlético Madrid yesterday. I'm very, very happy to say that Barcelona came out victorious (and I'm still suffering the hangover). Even Porthos enjoyed himself there, I think.

But it will be nice to return home tomorrow. For some reason, I find myself really missing Orange County.

I'm so grateful that the last few days have been filled with writing. Writer's block sucks. Plain and simple. I tried, a couple of times, to force the words, but you just can't do that. If you force the words, then the words read forced and it can throw off the whole tone of the story. That's how I was feeling anyway, so I took some time off and got a few things done.

My house is spotless, well except for the attic, and decorated for fall now. It'll stay that way until the Saturday after Thanksgiving and then I'll pack it up and dig out the Christmas decorations from the attic. That, however, is a couple of months away, so I might try to organize my attic space tomorrow so everything is easier to find.

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How's the book coming along?

So more dreams filling in the gaps about our trip to Knowhere. Please tell me we get off the damn rock/skull thing soon. The whole lack of sunlight/mining town thing is getting old.

Did learn two things though:

1) Don't let Rocket get drunk. That non-Raccoon might be able to pack it away, but once he gets plastered, he will kill you with the gun that's bigger than himself just for calling him a rodent or a raccoon.

2) Seems dream me has zero problems with agreeing to sell his corpse ahead of time so the Collector can add it to his collection once dream me kicks the bucket.

Rocket's snarky line about it did make me laugh when I woke up though.

Apologies for absence.

A few weeks ago was the anniversary of something unpleasant and my mother wanted me back in Germany to be with them for it. Then will all the things happening in Europe it seemed poor timing to leave. Now Germany's putting holds on its borders to limit influx, so I return to Orange County.

Now to wait for my cats to be brought home so I can sleep off this jet lag.