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So Audrey and I are happy to announce that we are expecting another baby! He or she is due in September and we're ridiculously excited. As is Ben about becoming a big brother.

Well, it's official. I must be right around the corner from old age - I'm going to be a godfather and am knitting a baby blanket. What's the next step, I wonder? Creamed corn? Wearing my trousers up to my chin?

At any rate, dreams continue to be absolutely mad and possess absolutely no sense. We're in Camelot, yes, bloody Camelot with all the Arthurian legends - only Arthur is some crazed lunatic and Merlin is a rather attractive wizard, my god, if I wasn't so besotted with a certain blonde Savior I'd probably want to disappear and make some magic for awhile.

Anyway, our Scooby Doo gang is off to retrieve a broken piece of Excalibur (with Zelena in tow, honestly, if she wasn't baking a bun in the oven I'd be all for dropping her off a cliff) and my lady left with Merlin to retrieve something called the Flame of Prometheus. I hope they're not up to anything naughty because I'd be quite sad I didn't get to join in.

I'll be looking forward to the break from this horseshit during my upcoming UK/Ireland holiday (requests for souvenirs accepted, I suppose). Someone please try to talk my sister out of green beer - the poor lass thinks that's actually a thing for St. Patrick's Day.

I managed to make it through the weather we’ve had this winter – dream related and otherwise - without catching a cold. So I’m a little annoyed that here it is now March, perfectly sunny and tolerable outside, and I’ve developed a cough.

I don’t need this right now. I’m too busy for a cold.

I spent the last week in Los Angeles, today was a day of jumping out of helicopters, and I return home later tonight. I need a drink after this week.

I've lost my memory in my Dreams. It's strange because I can remember it here, but not there. Dream Me was so frustrated about not remembering, falling for Elena all over again, before she told me she was with Damon... I burned all my journals. I wish I'd left them be. I would like to read them again. Maybe someday.

I went to make an appointment with my Optometrist, since my vision's a bit blurry... and it turns out that he's retired. Now I need to find a new Optometrist. My OBGYN didn't have a referral. You'd think they would... like, know someone? So I thought I'd post it here. Can you believe that I don't have a single optometrist as a customer?

Anyone know a good eye doctor?

Looks like I have received an "ability" from these dreams.

How do I return it?

I already commented elsewhere but LOOK AT MY BABY! The other baby wasn't in the shot BUT LOOK AT MY BABY

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My dreams gave me a near death experience the other night. But at least now I'm doing some genuine exploration, even if it is just of an old soviet mine. And I more or less really need to get to the other side.

In other, unrelated archaeological news, this is fantastic and is giving me some ideas...

I have a turtle. He does not pair well with an apiary, but he will prove most useful, inexplicable by logical conventions though he is... My first dream, my first 'gift' to be bestowed.

Nonetheless, I require a meeting. It is overdue. In the meanwhile: how many of you have received fauna (or flora) from your dreams?