Network

I used to really like these winter holidays, but not so much recently. Looks like mom is gonna be off on a trip and dad is working it through. Might just end up staying at the dorms over it.

I'm not sure why I thought joining this network would be a good idea. A bunch of people whining about their dreams and their lives in general is not only boring but also pathetic. Here's a free piece of advice go out and live instead of complaining about things you have no control over.

But I suppose I'll do the proper thing and introduce myself.

I'm Chuck Bass.

Damn I forgot how much I missed New York. Got my scalding hot coffee in under a minute, inhaled half a pie of REAL pizza, joined the masses in rushing around at the speed only New Yorkers run at. And that was just when we got in last night.

Even got a nice slap of cold weather to greet us, just in time for Thanksgiving.

Almost hugged a pan-handler I'm so happy.

So, more dream stuff. Yay.

That tunnel I was crawling through, I don’t really know what was at the end of it. The next thing I’m aware of I’m sitting on this ridiculously long escalator going down and I have no idea how I got there. I don’t even remember crawling out of the tunnel and there’s no sign of it anywhere either. Even if there was, I don’t think I’d be able to tell. There’s literally nothing on either side of the escalator, except Advanced Darkness. I can’t see shit except what’s in front of me on the escalator. Its like I’m in some kind of surreal post-modern painting.

I get to the bottom of the painfully slow escalator and find myself in an abandoned subway station, only its not supposed to be abandoned. It’s the same station that’s outside my apartment in South Ashfield. I could literally see it from my window. But there’s no one around except this woman named Cynthia.

She is under the impression that she’s dreaming and that I’m a figment of her imagination. Any attempts to tell her otherwise…well, I pretty much fail at trying to tell her otherwise. But she doesn’t seem to mind my fumbling attempts and heavily implies she’ll repay me with some kind of sexual favor if I get her out of there.

Classy. But she thinks she’s in a dream, so maybe she’s a little more adventurous when sleeping? I don’t know. What I do know is that I go along with her because being with an adventures woman who is convinced she’s dreaming is preferred over being alone.

So....

I had another Dream. And this one wasn't as boring as the other ones. I learned that apparently my hair is magic. I'm not quite sure how it's magic, but it is. My mother taught me a song to sing and it starts to glow and then it makes her younger. I'm really not quite sure how this happened, but it's so strange.

And then it was just kind of a mesh of growing up in the tower. Apparently I also love to paint there and basically learn as much as I possible can. You have a lot of free time living in a tower, so I'm trying to learn and do as much as I can.

And my god. My hair - it keeps growing and growing. It's a little freaky how much hair someone can have. I'm a little nervous about that happening here because I swear my hair is a little bit longer after I woke up.