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There is tres leches cake in my fridge. I want a piece of cake, but I keep hearing the voice of my aunt saying "Joe, you haven't had any dinner yet. You need to eat an actual meal before you have any cake."

*sigh* I'm an adult...I make good decisions...

Oh, good times. More dreams. I need more alcohol this month.

Really? A forum? And it's still active? What year is this? Uh hey, anyway. I'm Cisco, I'm new. I spend way too much time on youtube and am probably made up of 90% cofffee by now as a result.

I thought that my Dreams were over, considering that I died in my last one. I guess not, though. I’m getting to remember things that happened before day the wall was kicked in. So… apparently your life flashing before your eyes is a thing in the dreams? Or at least in mine.

I have to say, the way my parents adopted Mikasa here was a lot less traumatic than the way they adopted her there. I hope she never finds this network and starts drea I mean, her birth parents still died here as well as there. But there was less… violence involved. I also didn’t have to save her life as a dumb kid here and almost die myself in the process.

[Private to Armin]

So in the dreams I might have shanked two grown creeps. When I was nine. And Mikasa had to stab a third one. Who was trying to kill me. And I’m not really sure just how to process this information.

I'd say that Bea has taken to summer. She loves the kiddie pool. I just put it in the shade, and slather her with sunblock...

( Picture under here! )

I have a feeling my dreams are going to be even crazier from this point on.

( Filtered Away from Eliot )

We finally ended up in the The Neitherlands, which aside from portals to various places, also had people who tried to fucking kill us. We managed to find the entrance to The Library since we weren't able to get to the portal for Fillory first. And once we got there, the Librarian took our emotion bottles, which I had planned my whole outfit around. That bitch. There were books there on every person and she called me Janet for some reason. Then we got banished cause Eliot went and burned Mike's book a fucking book!

If one good thing came out of being banished, we ran into one of the students from the class that disappeared the year before and he helped said he'd help us get to Fillory. Alice used her magic to bend light to hide us, but somehow Eliot ended up screwing it all up and we would have been killed had I not ended up bringing a gun along and killed one of the guards.

I won't lie, I'm kind of looking forward to my next dream, because I want to see what the big fucking deal is about Fillory.

Tip isn’t the most observant thing in my Dreams apparently, judging by his shouting for the Sawhorse to listen to him and stop after it knocked Jack over so that he goes rolling off the road. It takes the Pumpkinheaded man to point out that the horse doesn’t have ears so he can’t hear anything said. Or shouted. It finally comes to a stop and comes over to check Jack and I out - and okay it’s way of walking is kind of adorable because he rocks his way along moving both legs on each side at the same time - and then I get Jack to hold it still so that I can give it ears.

But as soon as it hears our voices, it goes taking off, knocking both of us over. It only stops when it steps in a hole and goes flipping over on it’s back, but it’s still trying to run - which is still making me laugh to think about now - and Tip goes over to flip it over after getting it to stop running. It broke off one of it’s ears but nothing else seems to have been hurt, and after teaching it some commands, Tip makes it a new ear and then drills a hole in it’s back to put a stick in for Jack to hold onto and ride the rest of the way to Emerald City. And then we make camp for the night and that’s when I woke up. Has anybody else had that happen in their Dreams? You fall asleep in them and that’s when you wake up?

Glad to know that I have the same type of smart mouth in the Dreams as I do here. Bianca might have cut me off but I know myself - I was going to tell Dr. Thorn to shove his army up his monster ass. At 10. I kind of like 10 year old me. Turns out the school our family lawyer moved us to from the Lotus Hotel was being run by a manticore, which for anyone who doesn’t know is a very fucked up looking monster with the face of a man, the body of a lion and the tail of scorpion that it shoots stuff at you with, and we have to get rescued from him by other demigods. Because for all my smartassness I’m still just a kid and didn’t have a weapon and someone named the General wanted us brought to him because we’re apparently pretty powerful demigods.

You just have to love those miscommunications at work. Apparently the manager on duty was supposed to call me yesterday to tell me not to worry about coming in today. And then got distracted before making the call... but since he’d already written down that he’d called me - he thought he had and just forgot. So I got to the book store today, only to be met with “You weren’t supposed to come in today.”

I'm dreaming these dreams a lot now and it feels like I'm some kind of horror movie. I dreamed that a hole opened up in my bathroom in my apartment. I was pretty desperate to get out, so I crawled through it and the next thing I know I was sitting on this wicked long escalator going down into what I think is subway station. It's completely abandoned except for this woman named Cynthia. She thinks we're in a dream. Her dream. She asks me to help her find the exit and I agree, but before we go even four feet she get's sick and goes into the bathroom. She never comes out and then I'm attacked by these...things. I don't know what they are. They're kind of a cross between a dog and a big cat of some kind with these super long barbed tongues. I kill them with a lead pipe and look for Cynthia, but I can't find her. I do find another hole that takes me back to my apartment. Then Cynthia calls me demanding to know why I left and says if I need tokens she has them.

What the actual hell is going on?!

Despite my year residence in the area, I still cannot understand why everything is so dirty. It's as if people are content with "clean enough". Surely if we spend the same amount of time paying attention to our cleanliness as we do to celebrity gossip, sports, and movies, we would be in a much better situation.

There was this art contest and I won the second prize. So while I figure out how to use this wacom it was suggested I check out this network. I'm Feyre and you all seem to have a lot of free time on your hands.

I JUST SAW A MOUSE IN MY APARTMENT

Christ, getting shot is exhausting. Don't put that on your to do list.

My dreams have gone from being pretty normal to strange. I'm trapped in my apartment. Someone chained my door shut with heavy chains and padlocks. My windows are sealed shut and my phone doesn't work. I don't have a cell phone, or I'm in a time in which cell phones aren't common. I've tried to banging on my doors and windows hoping to get the attention of my neighbors, but no one has noticed. No one has even noticed that I'm missing.

I don't like the way these dreams make me feel when I wake up.

I can scarcely believe that my daughter is twelve years old already. Her birthday was two weeks ago, but it still amazes me how quickly time has passed. And it only make me cherish her even more considering in my dreams, she did not live to see her ninth birthday.

Don't get me wrong, I don't really miss dreams of misspent college or high school days. Those days were awkward enough without a murderous dad on the loose, or friends who are seriously snapping. I want to see the end though. I don't think I'm at it, and they have been 'on hiatus' for a little while.

So - I think I had one of those Dreams that I notice people talking about. They’re supposed to feel extremely real, right? Well if that’s the case this one definitely qualifies. I was back in New York with my cousins and we were at a club that I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen in my life. Nothing against people who are into bondage but... I’m just not into tying people up in a back room and threatening to kill them because they’re a demon.

I really need to start turning my cell phone off when I go to bed. Or at least silencing it so that it can’t go off and wake me up before I find out what happens next.

I no longer have a master bathroom. I have given it over to the cricket that’s moved in there and is trying to attack me everytime I step through that door. So I closed the door and hope that the cricket has a happy life in there with my shampoo and everything else that I’m going to have to go to Walmart or wherever’s open all night to replace it.

I haven't talked a whole lot about my Dreams here, mainly because they are a fucking mess and make little to no sense and the more I had the less sense they made. One thing I took away is that I was murdered a whopping three different times! Three! For some reason the third time apparently was the charm. But that wasn't even the craziest thing the Dreams apparently did.

Like, for example, did all of you fine people know that because elementary schools are often used as polling places for elections, the people who are actually in charge of the country is the Department of Education and that said Department of Education is actually being controlled by the Japanese who are using the schools in order to brainwash children into being sleeper agents, or something...I'm not entirely sure.

Not even kidding.

My Dreams are like some kind of fever-fueled conspiracy theory.

Not only did I finally sign the lease for a building for the club, but I also had another dream.

I had suspected that someone was stealing from me, at Fangtasia, so I summoned another vampire that I knew whose girlfriend was telepathic and I wanted her to help me figure out who the culprit was. It turned out that it was our bartender, Longshadow, and he'd glamoured one of our waitresses to keep quiet. Longfellow tried to kill Sookie, which didn't sit well with Bill so he staked him, which was extremely stupid because now, according to our laws, he'll have to pay for in some way.

I won't lie, I'm curious to see what will happen to Bill for his indiscretion.

Well the brilliance of my dreamself just continues - it's not enough to keep the fact that I'm dead from my two oldest friends, we're opening the house up to find a fourth roommate. Because there's no possible way that could be a bad idea. I mean - I can fool a complete stranger right? This is going to go so bad so fast I know.

The fact that I moved out here at a call says something about me or my boss I'm just not sure which.

Speaking of my boss - Eric, I told the moving company to bill you since it was a rush job.

I should probably introduce myself - the name's Sam.

I got sucked into a Netflix hole today, UGGGGGGH.

I started watching this documentary called "Evil Genius" - it's about this bank robbery in 2003 where this pizza delivery guy went to deliver a pizza and some guys jumped him and attached a collar bomb to his neck and sent him on this weird scavenger hunt to free himself, which included robbing a bank. Let's just say it didn't end well for him and it's all about the investigation.

It's super intriguing if you like true crime stuff and only 4 parts, so a quick binge. All I have to say is people are crazy.

Walked into the Cafe today totally intending to get back to it. Had a random panic attack that came out of nowhere because clearly "normal" is too weird after a few weeks on a mountain alone.

I need a new life. Can I start over?

I had the most bizarre dream last night. My brother and I were children, and he'd transformed himself into a snake, because he knows that I love snakes. So I went to pick up the snake to admire it and he transformed back into himself. He was like 'Yeah it's me!" And he stabbed me.

I believe we were eight at the time.

That is so something that Loki would do, too.

Is it time for another picture of Scoopy in his development? Or have I reached my quota of cute, great dane pics?

Even with all the insane and supernatural stuff that happens in my dreams. The thing I can’t get over is my mom and my boyfriend (well I guess exboyfriend now) teaming up to spy on me.

You know what I miss? The good old days where if you wanted to get something off your fucking phone and onto your goddamn computer, you just used a USB cable and dragged and dropped. Why the fuck do they always have to make shit so goddamn complicated? I fucking downloaded like, three programs to figure this shit out and I still couldn't get the file off my fucking phone.

In other news, it looks like I'm going to need a new computer. And maybe a drywaller.

I always love when somebody starts trying to dictate to me how I should run my class. It was exactly what I’d been missing since I started there - another instructor, who’s never even been in one of my classes and doesn’t even teach the same style that I do, coming to tell me exactly what I’m doing wrong. Look. If the owner doesn’t have a problem with how I teach and my students aren’t dropping, then I can’t be messing up too badly. So how about you go bother someone who actually gives a shit what your unqualified opinion is.

So is this where everyone comes to let out their feelings? I approve!

Oh I’m definitely winning brownie points with the girl I’m trying to impress in my dreams. She missed out on the whole ‘our parents are murderers’ party that the rest of us went to, because she was keeping the youngest one of us, Molly, company so that she didn’t see anything too awful. So I decided (because I definitely have skills with the ladies there) that I’d tell her. Yeah. I’m so going to get her to go out with me by telling her her parents were involved in some kind of ritual murder. I need a drink. Or four

Between my classes and Eren catching up to me in the dreams, I can tell that my brain is just about fried for this semester. I almost turned in a paper for my anthropology class that included the phrase ‘same old song and dance bitches’ as part of the conclusion. At least we’re at the end of the semester so it can’t affect my grades too much.

No amount of black coffee can fix this.

Time for some fucking alcohol

I think the best part of my Dreams of Blackwell Academy is how popular I am. Everyone seems to like me. Except Victoria but she's just jealous.

But it also reminds me of how fake everyone is, and how much it sucks to have to be fake just to fit in to that perfect picture frame everyone wants you to be in.

It doesn't matter how many different versions of myself I dream of.

The first dreams, with the island...the ones after where I'm more established and accepted the nobility thing. The ones with the Cradle of Life. And the ones where I met a very attractive cop with a magical gauntlet and took a visit to the after life to bring her back. And now this new one I had last night.

My parents die. Even here, in this world.

It's like I'm always destined to be orphaned.

I have to say my King of the Dead powers are quite useful,and apparently surprised me with a visitor on Mother's Day when I least expected it.

( Cut as there's mention of loss of parents )

Sometimes you have to let go of people because you love them. I’m really going to miss Jess. She’s been my best friend since freshman year of college. But she got an opportunity to transfer to the New York brach, with a promotion. And I know how much her last Dream took out of her and we almost lost her... I can’t fault her for jumping at the chance. I promised to skype every weekend and go visit sometime this summer. After all, I’m going to miss my furry nephews, and the girls will miss their aunt.

Amycus is trying to bribe me not to be too sad about it, and brought home a new best friend for me from the animal shelter. I’m not sure if he’s full siamese or not, but I’ve always loved them. He has the biggest eyes and has already claimed Aslan as his favorite bed. He’s not that bright, but he’s beautiful and sweet and loud. I just need help naming him.

Laurel and Madison got to pick out their own new friend there, too. We aren’t sure what sort of dog he is, to be honest. But he’s supposed to get really big as he grows up, at least that’s what the volunteers think. They think he might be part shepherd of some sort? So now they have two guard dogs. Well, one is still a puppy. But you know what I mean.They’re calling him Chip, because his coat looks like chocolate chip cookies. Aslan has adopted the puppy and kitten both as his own. So at least we don’t have to worry about him being jealous.

It was one thing, Armin telling me about that. Dreaming about it, though. ...That was another thing all together. And I don’t think there’s enough bleach to get the stains out of the sheets, so I’m probably going to have to just… buy new ones. But at least I only woke up bleeding where I was bitten in the dream. Not… without the arm and leg that were bitten off.

I’m getting ahead of myself. This dream picked up where the last one left off. Giant skinless asshole kicking in yet another wall. I move to attack him, but he’s gone. Disappeared completely. The hole he left is still there, though, with Titans coming through. We have to move fast, still technically trainees, and defend Trost alongside the Garrison. After calming down Armin, I have to deal with a huge jerk whose only concern was that he was supposed to go to the interior as part of the Military Police the next day. Thanks Jean, big help Jean. Maybe focus on what we were trained for instead?

The trainees were divided up, and those of us that made the top ten were given our own squads to lead. And… I fucked up. I let my anger get the best of me when one of our classmates got eaten. Rather than try to lead the others safely, I went off on my own, and my entire squad, save for Armin, got killed because of it. I got my leg bitten off and landed on a rooftop a few feet away from where Armin was frozen. One of the Titans reached out and picked him up to eat him and I used what strength I could to throw myself forward. To grab his hand and throw him back on the roof. Armin reached out for me, and that’s when it bit down on my arm.

So this morning I woke up with blood all over the sheets and had to run to the emergency room to make sure I didn’t need any stitches. Not to mention the smell freaked our animals out.

I’m so sorry, Armin, that you had to wake up to that again.

Had another dream last night. And man, D's taste never fails to fucking baffle. Around Christmas, I dreamed that D was juggling a mafia boss boyfriend with a dominatrix dentist girlfriend. ( Cut for mentions of cannibalism; no IC cut )

Father called me today to ask me what time I’ll be over on Sunday for mother’s da, I’m not sure he expected me to laugh for a good two minutes before hanging up. No, Mare and I will visit Mary Alice’s grave instead.

I've been having these dreams of living in this apartment every night since Sunday. It was all pretty normal, until I started having dreams in the dreams. I'm not sure how, but in my dreams, I dream about the apartment, but it's not my apartment. Someone else lives there and it's...I don't know how to describe it, but it's bad. It's all run down and covered in rust. At least I hope it's rust. And there's this....guy...zombie? who crawls out of the wall and comes after me! It just about grabs me and I wake up.

I don't think I like this.

Well it would seem that my mother still knows how to get me to do things. She wanted me to pick up riding again even though I live here. She couldn’t get me to agree through asking so she started by buying the girls and then Regulus horses, knowing full well that I wouldn’t be able to say no to any of the three of them asking me to go horseback riding with them. And that eventually my business sense would kick in and make me realize how foolish it was to keep renting a horse every time.

So allow me to introduce everyone to the newest member of our little family - ( “Cut )

Well. My dreams had yet another surprise in store for me. My brother asked me to come back to London, and what do I find upon arrival? A city gripped by terror, for it is October 1888 and Jack the Ripper is committing his atrocities. My brother is no where to be found and everyone but me seems to think he's dead.

So I follow in the Ripper's wake, taking on the guise of Atropos in the process, with the goal of ending the reign of terror and finding my brother.

I went to the Pet Expo in Costa Mesa today. I almost came home with another dog and cat. That place is dangerous.

Cerberus couldn't take me down, and I'm not going to let the Reapers take me either. Those fuckers aren't turning me into one of their mindless slaves. When I go out, I'm going out in a blaze of fucking glory and not with a whimper.

After a few scheduling set backs I'm finally heading out this week. Taste of Home will be open, though, so don't worry. I've got a good staff for a reason.

Okay so - I found a new podcast that I really really enjoy. They talk about true crime and ghosts and... I’m sort of forcing Will to listen to it with me when I’m at home since I play it through the speakers, but it’s a good one! Even if it does leave me wondering what would everyone’s last meal be if you knew you were going to die and could order anything you wanted?

He’s suing me! My former landlord is suing me for breaking the lease when I moved out early! Can he do that when he’s the reason I broke the lease though? And there’s something in there about my jeopardizing his livelihood, because I told the school what had happened so that they would know what he did before allowing him to advertise his room to students. This is too much stress when I’m trying to get on Chopped so that I can hopefully win prize money and start towards opening my own place