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Congrats, OC. It's a boy.

No, really. I have no idea how to introduce myself. I'm just...me.

Name's Harry. Made the move from Chicago to work as an ER nurse. I start July 19, which gives me almost two weeks to get settled.

Right, so. About me. I'm forever 29. I like long walks on the beach and building miniature models in my spare tme. Oh, and playing video games with my kidlet. She's 8, and more like me than I care to admit.

Is that good? I hope that's sufficient because I really don't know what else to say.

Things I am learning from my dreams;

• People will just let teenagers go anywhere. Closed museums, abandoned castles, empty fun parks, haunted movie sets. It's all good.
  
• Scooby (and Shaggy) should be exceptionally overweight, fighting diabetes and high blood pressure, or potentially dead from the amount of food eaten in the space of one night.
  
• Some people come up with exceptionally elaborate plans to scare people away in order to obtain family fortunes, escape with money or just plain old fashioned revenge.

The whole thing is a little implausible, but over all we do seem to just stumble on a mystery very easily.

There was a new collar left for Scooby today, the one from the dreams. He seems to really like it at least.

I know all about the dreams, I've heard people talk about them on this network, finally I guess I join the club.

I dreamed that I lived on an island, called the Isle. It was horrible, dark, dank, and everything on it was awful. The food was all spoiled, had flies all over it, everything was bitter or just gross. The sad thing about it, everyone who lived there, acted like it was normal.

They thought it was alright to live that way, because they always have lived that way.


The thought of it all just grosses me out.

I am working on building a better air conditioner for my office. It's still too damn hot outside.

Oh my god! Alex is going to kill me! She is so not going to be happy when she gets home. My pod showed up. The pod I came to earth in, in my dreams. It's in our living room. I don't know what to do about this. This is not good. Crap! The dreams really needed to give me my pod? Why? I need to figure out what to do with this thing.