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Hi, I'm Kara. I found this place while writing a recent article and I thought I'd check it out. So like you guys talk about dreams and stuff? I thought I had some pretty crazy dreams when I ate leftover Chinese food before going to bed, but some of the things I've read, in the short time since I joined are pretty crazy.

It really wasn't any sort of secret what play we were doing, and if the staff, PTA, or anyone else had any sort of complaint about it, the time to change it would have been before rehearsals started? Before auditions? It's not like we're putting on Rocky Horror. ...I would love to put on Rocky Horror, but I also know that's asking too much of the school. No, we're putting on Chicago. ...Chicago, takes place in the 1920s, revolves around courtroom scenes and jail cells? I can see someone objecting to the costumes, and we can work around that. Longer, more flapper like dresses for the fantasy sequences. But for them to just say no to it? Completely, especially when we're this far into it?

But the drama teacher says her hands are tied. So let's put on Romeo and Juliet, as though everyone isn't bored of that yet. After all we already have the props for it and know most of the lines. Goodbye Roxie Hart. One day, one day.

Sorry about ranting like that. Ranting to the school board is getting me nowhere, and I had to let it out somehow. I'm Minako, and I'm seriously hoping college is less restrictive about what the drama program can and can't do.

I need to get out to the beach. The weather's getting nicer and it's calling to me. I've spent far too much time indoors and behind a desk. Catch some rays, up my vitamin D level, all that. It's got to be good for your health, right?

How many of you are getting out there?

Early yesterday morning Wash was admitted to [Name of Hospital] due to complications from a bad Dream bleed over. He is currently in stable condition, but has yet to regain consciousness. According to the completely absent doctors, his wounds will heal, but they don't know when he will wake up.

With the help of some Jedi mind tricks, I have arranged the lifting of visitor hours for his room if you would like to visit. I will continue to provide updates on his status via the net as they become available.

When they say the burrito is "as big as your head," they really mean it.

I think I'm gonna be full for a week.

My mom has been sending me pictures of the snow storm out in Boston all morning. She loves snow and was jealous that we got so much in December and they haven't gotten as much.

I need gift ideas. My brother's son is about to celebrate his first birthday and I'm a little at a loss.

Oh, wise internet... what say ye?

I was out with my nephew and happened across a Girl Scout selling cookies at a table she'd set up in the park. She was with her dad, so I struck up a conversation. Turns out Girl Scouts have been selling cookies for 100 years. This is their centennial anniversary.

I bet they didn't have Tagalongs back then.

Wales, why must you break my heart? The English are the ones who are supposed to clutch defeat from the jaws of victory. It pains me to watch the second halves of matches now. Actual pain.

I keep getting random phone calls to my cell. I'm sure the woman has the wrong number, but every time I answer it's like she can't hear me. And she keeps asking for her sister. She leaves messages, too, when I don't answer. I get these calls at least once a day.

Thanks for the birthday serenade, random stranger, but I was born in June.

I wasn't entirely sure what to expect when we finally found the Director, but that sure as hell wasn't it. The parallels between the dream and the real world sometimes make me wonder. There's still a lot of wrong to make right, but I think dream me has finally learned to let things go.

Guess I should too.

So this is a little late, but I hope that everyone had a good Christmas. I enjoyed mine here in Texas with my family, but I'm ready to get home. They're projecting that I should be able to fly back by tomorrow but I'm not holding my breath. Thanks OC for making my travel plans difficult.

I got the new armor I wear in the Dreams this morning. Good news is that I didn't wake up in it this time. I actually found it in my van, of all the weirdass places for it to show up. This one didn't come with an EMP bomb, though and I'm kinda disappointed about that.

Also, what the hell am I going to do with two sets of bioarmor?

I may or may not have fallen asleep with a baby on my chest while I was watching my nephew tonight for his parents. They got to go out and see a movie for the first time in several weeks, and trusted me to watch Roger for a few hours.

I was Dreaming about being in space, and when I got home I found a set of armor waiting for me in my apartment.

So it seems like my Dreams have taken a turn for the absurd. While I'm glad that I'm no longer fighting my old squadmates since they're all dead, I'm not sure these... sims are actually going to be of any help finding the objective.

I know that these guys are only supposed to be simulation troops and not actual soldiers, but Jesus. They take incompetence to an entirely new level. It's like they've never been on a mission before. Or taken orders. Or actually managed to shoot something that wasn't a teammate.

I'd like to say I've made due with worse cadets and less intel, but I'm not sure that's even possible.

[To Wash]
That's Epsilon? He's a real piece of work, I'll give you that, but at least he seems to know what he's doing. How the hell do you deal with the rest of these fucking idiots? And why are they calling you Church?

( trigger warning: violence, and talk of dismemberment. viewable to all though )

Day of remembrance today.

A little surprising (and almost fitting?) that I procured a job interview. I was at a cafe grabbing breakfast when I struck up a conversation with the police officer ahead of me in line. Seemed right to pay my respects on a day like today. Turns out he was a Superintendent and in charge of hiring civilian officers for this precinct. They're looking for a tech guy, and after hearing about my qualifications, he wanted to hire me on the spot. But protocol, so I'm headed in tomorrow for a formal interview. Pretty spiffy, I think.

Spent the last few days on the floor in my new apartment because I don't have a bed yet. But I've got a fantastic sleeping bag. (AKA, Anyone selling an old bed? Know where I can get one cheap?)

Sorry, Wash, that I didn't have more comfortable accommodations for you. I bet you're glad to be back home.

I never want to be sick like that again.

I hope everyone else is recovering.

Is it so much to ask that everyone I care about be healthy and in one piece?

In other news, my mother is recovering nicely. A visit is being planned for October, so all of you will be meeting the cutest British married couple on the face of this Earth in a month. They're curious about how I'm living my life over here so shhh, don't tell them anything scandalous.

Do people usually just up and vanish around here? Is it a problem connected with the Dreams? If not, I think one of my friends skipped town with no explanation and I'm really just... Baffled.

Man, I don't know how it happened, but someone got maple syrup on the table I do palm readings at. I mean, I'm guessing it's maple syrup. It's sticky like maple syrup. My theory is that some asshole was eating a McDonald's breakfast before they came in for a reading. Anyway, I was out of furniture polish and I had to dip into my rainy day fund to buy more. #AdultProblems

I got the news today! I will be promoted to the corps de ballet! This is fantastic news because it means I will be able to audition for the winter production of Swan Lake. I've never danced in Swan Lake before! Wow. I can't believe this is real. I'm going to be dancing with a real ballet company. What a rush!

Well, I see that Orange County is still as strange as when I left it. In a weird way, it's nice to know some things never change. I'm still pretty glad I just missed whatever that was. Last time I left, I was pretty sick, it'd be the worst to start the way I ended.

So, this morning I woke up to find a second set of dog tags around my neck and a square, zippo-like lighter on the end table. Dream Gifts. Somehow, I didn't think I'd get any. My mistake.

More Dreams last night. I'm pretty badass, if I don't say so myself. Really shouldn't have let myself out of the Hospital to run the mission, but at least it was a success. I woke up sore as hell this morning, and I'm babysitting all day. There's not enough coffee in this world.

I made the mistake of dozing off in front of my television after work only to wake up with a sore throat from screaming so much in my dreams. They'd tied me up, then my cousin Jed showed up and was about to kill me when he noticed the burn mark from my birth mother's necklace on my chest. He let me go, and I tried to leave before one of the mayor's henchmen grabbed me. Let's just say it's the last time he'll be grabbing anyone again.

[ooc: might be talk about murder in the comments below]

My first Dream wasn't so bad. It was pretty nice, even. But this one wasn't. Not in the slightest. I ended up falling off my brother's couch and scaring the crap out of my sister-in-law. I wasn't really all that keen on reliving the loss of my eye.

Think I'll go for a walk to clear my head.

Who said the Dreams would start as soon as I signed up for Valarnet? Because they were right. Honestly, I thought you all were insane when I started reading this stuff. Dreams of different worlds, different times, vampires, and people with superpowers? And I just... man, it was so real. Guess I've officially joined the club.

[Private: Carolina]
Does the name Errera mean anything to you?

[Private: Carolina and Wash]
Where's the best bowling alley in the place? It's been years since I've been. I feel like chucking heavy things at other things.

A little birdie told me this is where the cool kids hang out. And with all the crazy going on around here, I should at least attempt to be in the know.

I'm James. My friends call me York.