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Note to self: Nose bleeds are not fun. Neither is passing out.

There was just so much blood...

And body parts...

Boxers on my ceiling fan. Really? and my damn bras are--

Waking up to that pleasantness cancels out the unpleasantness I had the fortune of dreaming, which is discovering that the Underworld is - and wait for it - a carbon copy of Storybrooke tinted blood-orange (you'd think Hades would be a little more creative on how to structure his own realm), and it looks and smells like it was ravaged by those same thugs that desecrated Orange County some time ago. It's an awkward moment when you walk down the streets and realize you're responsible for a good chunk of the souls trapped there, and I also don't recommend its location for an impromptu family reunion.

With that said, I'll be headed out for a trip in the very near future. For those who've yet to come pay a visit to Killian, you can come over any time. Hopefully it won't be long after this, either

It seems after a long absence, the dreams decided to come back in a flood instead of a trickle. I have decided to take a personal day, as I am too exhausted to teach.

My own ancestors turned their backs on me when I refused to blow up a parallel earth in an incursion, and then Namor robs us all of our choices and does so anyway, killing billions to save our billions. I should have killed him when I had the chance. Even after that, with the Cabal continuing Namor's dirty work of continuing to destroy incursion worlds, and our efforts to find another way to stop the decay of the multiverse, it is all for naught. Every sacrifice, every attempt is like trying to stem a tidal wave with a single sand bag. It is useless.

In the end, we decide to create a life raft. An ark of sorts. We bring aboard some of the most brilliant minds and select individuals that can hopefully restart humanity elsewhere, though I don't know where we could go where this threat would not chase us to extinction in the end regardless. But it is our last hope.

The last thing I dream of is a blinding light as the incursion hits our world and Reed's family is ripped from his arms as the ship is torn asunder, and then there is nothing. I don't know if there are further dreams, or if this is it and we have all died.

I have lost my sister, my people, my world, perhaps my very life. And in the afterlife I am to be abandoned still because I chose not to sacrifice another world full of innocents just to save Wakanda. I don't know what sort of man, what sort of king this makes me.

Things are going well at the Need/Want. Even if I've had a rough couple nights and haven't slept much. I'm setting up a party atmosphere tonight because I need to focus on something other than these Dreams

Motivational talk: Check
Survived: Check
Would rather jump in the cage with no practice than do that again? Check.
Dream me totally could pull it off. I'm a bit more shy in public speaking.

That said it was nice, and I'm glad I inspired a few new members to join and give it a go. In other big news, New York State finally joined the rest of this country in allowing MMA to be legal within it's borders. Maybe if I train hard enough I can get in one last fight so I can do one in Madison Square Garden - it seems like a crowning achievement for my career.

Pretty sure my shoulder would be ruined but....

So this showed up. My life is just never dull.

( Cut to save f-list NOT locked to anyone )

TFW your friend asks to be boyfriends...

I said "yes," but the timing was odd. Only in the sense that he and I were in the middle of a video game, and I was partially stunned and I died. However, I couldn't be happier. My boss was starting to hint at us getting together, ever since we attended his dinner party, a few weeks back.

Anyway, I will stop bragging...

Derek...I suppose I should let you in on a secret...that paint/glitter party was kinda my idea. ;)

It has come to my attention that there is a doll wandering around the county, perhaps going to places I would go and visiting people I would visit. If anyone should happen to see this doll, please do not harm it. I think it may be possessed with my shadow and I would like to have it back.

Apparently without my shadow, I have a nasty habit of bursting into flame when I go out in the sun. I realize that may not make much sense, but it is dream related. I would also very much like to have my shadow back since I've been stuck this way for a few weeks now and I'm tired of it.

The doll also apparently does not understand or realize that she is a doll and may actually believe she is me. Seeing as that is the case you may be able to lure her with coffee and sweet cakes or a trashy romance novel.

Any help any one can provide would be most appreciated.

Thank you

I'm back to dreaming now, apparently. I've been to three weird worlds in my dream, each one weirder than the last. I've met three people in them and all of them have wound up dead. Except for this little boy. I think his name is Walter. I saw him the first time in the forest with the weird humming bird bat things. He said he was looking for his mother and he kept trying to hide from me. He showed up again at the water prison too right before Andrew DeSalvo drowned.

So now I'm in a new world made up entirely of buildings. One of my Dream neighbors is here for some reason. It was the weirdest thing. He fell off one of the buildings and landed right in front of me. Then he stood up and brushed it off like nothing. I was kind of glad to see him at first, at least I knew the guy. But apparently Dream Me forgot the guy is a giant jackass. He waved a gun in my face, said something about how our apartment building was on some kind of vortex and that he'd been falling through holes for weeks and then just left me to fight these...monkey monsters. Seriously, they look and sound like huge monkeys. And they look like they have an extra head between their legs. Like an actual head. Fucking hurts when they attack too.

No dreams? I'm feeling like I should throw a huge party. Damon, baby, can I possible plan something at the club?

My dad sent me a picture to psych me up for my upcoming visit home in May. This is from my last visit. This is Boss, my parents' dog. He was meant to be a guard dog but he's really just a big softie. He's in love with me.

( there's a picture here )

Perhaps I should make attempts to use this thing more. Though this time I have an inquiry to make.

A few weeks back I met a girl in the park. Very perky and optimistic. Never caught her name, though. I also suspect she had something to do with a rainbow that appeared soon after she left.

I knew there was something intriguing about Angelique and now I know what it is. When we parted, in the dreams, she gave me her card, which was to a brothel. I had already figured out that she was a prostitute, so that wasn't exactly a surprise. I also had another theory about her, so I went to the brothel. Her Madame told me, 'that I should handle her firmly since she was wilful like a child' and that I wouldn't be disappointed. I certainly wasn't. In fact, I was extremely intrigued, because I was right about my theory. For those who are curious, Angelique was transgender.

I have to say, these dreams continue to surprise and intrigue me.