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Putting myself into a coffin only to have the psycho that's chasing me cut into it with a chainsaw is definitely the scariest thing I've ever experienced in my life. At least the guy I'm dating in my dreams is doing something right by getting him away, but I'm 100% he and my 'best friend' were having some fun out in the barn while shit was going down at the house.

Dream me made no comment on this, but of course, dream me was scared stupid.

In other news, I've found out my birth mother's name. In my dreams she's no longer alive, so I wonder if that's going to be true here.

More dreams. Yay. I blame Max for jinxing me.

Helping to solve an old friend’s murder is a lot different than some random person. Especially when you try to attend the memorial and her new friends want you to leave. That was certainly my most emotional case yet.

I also woke up to my first dream ‘gift’ I guess you would call it. I don’t know what else to refer to it as since I have only ever seen it in my dreams before today.

Okay, I'm 80% sure I'd like Bucky!Cap way more if he'd stop trying to be Cap!Cap. Waking up with a headache from this bullshit. Someone should've caught the memo about domestic superheroes breeding contempt. Drew and Danvers are all that're keeping me sane. Lets not start on the convoluted mess of my marriage either

Trainwreck aside, I might actually get used to this damn codename change finally.

I was directed here by my new roommate that this is a good place to meet people, perhaps practice my English more as well. I am Li-Ming, and I'm a new arrival. I am a student at Biola University Conservatory of Music. I am a violinist, and one who wishes to expand beyond the confines of classical music, much to my parents' ire. They are traditionalists like that, but I prefer following my own path.

Five jailed for stealing £20,000 worth of Jammie Dodgers

There are no words.

Dream me was so in denial that she could barely accept the truth even when it was given to her on a silver platter. I woke up feeling....cold.

I'm not particularly thrilled with where Master Yoda suggested we go next, either. We do need to stop those Inquisitors.

But it was...nice to see him, even if not physically. And to know at least someone survived.

I know what I'm doing tomorrow.

I almost hate to say anything, for fear of jinxing it, but I'm feeling quite content with life. I can't remember the last time things felt so easy or so delightful. Which is, I think, a rare occurrence for Orange County.

I suppose I ought to enjoy it while it lasts.

I learned something from my latest dream. Vampires flavor the blood they drink. Eichorst brought in one of the cops that delivered me to him, forced the man to guzzle a bottle of schnapps, and then drained him in front of me. He made some silly little comment about loving to enjoy a human cocktail now and then and snapped the man's neck so he wouldn't turn, but left the body in the room with me. I don't know what I was thinking, but I asked him what he was going to do to me.

He said everything.

This doesn't bode well for me. I predict lots of drinking this evening. If these dreams keep up my liver is going to be shot to hell.