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Guess who saved the day when a demon attacked in my dreams? Me. That's right, I saved us from being brutally killed by a demon. Although Alec didn't look too good. Okay, so I didn't kill the demon, but apparently it wasn't a big fan of sunlight and after I broke a skylight with an arrow, it ran off. I could get used to being the hero.

The dinosaur park dream thing is getting out of hand. It's like Universal Studios meets a zoo. There's even a dinosaur petting area. And you know when you go to a fair, and the kids can ride ponies? We have that, too, except the kids ride a triceratops.

I think worst of all is that the park is built on top of the original park from twenty years earlier. A park which was closed before it even opened because dinosaurs escaped and killed a bunch of people. This island has a serious history of dinosaurs killing people, but here we are, all okay with pulling millions of people through a day to watch a Tyrannosaurus Rex eat a goat or go on a dino safari. Oh, and we're creating dinosaurs. Real dinosaurs, apparently, aren't cool enough anymore. Gene splicing at its finest.

This can only end well. Right?

Why are textbooks so expensive? What are they printed on, unicorn hide? Good lord. I don't often wish I was back home, but after paying US tuition rates and then having someone slap me with a thousand dollar bill for my textbooks, I'm starting to wonder why I live here. (Oh, right, I love you lot.)

Why's there gotta be a second goddamn full moon this month? Is one not enough?

I just discovered a suit that I didn't actually purchase in my room. I believe it came from my dreams, but I can't believe it's taken me this long to realize it. I guess that's an upside from working at D.P. because now I own so many nice things that I don't notice an epic suit from my dreams. At least J.B. didn't try to eat it or anything.

Oh, and my mum decided to give me a call and actually started to cry on the phone about how she missed me. I -- just don't know how to take that. You sent me away, mum, you can't be upset about it now.

It's a little bittersweet to see the sunshine again knowing what happened to allow the storm to disappear.

But I have to say that I'm glad to be back at work and cleaning things up. I also shouldn't be left at home for too long because I tend to go on Pinterest binges and I've discovered a few new recipes I'm going to try out and make my own.

I think the one I'm most excited about is blueberry pie ice cream sandwiches, which I'm going to try in some other types of pie as well.

Anyone want to come taste test today?

I'm sure you lot have noticed the clear and sunny skies this morning. Hopefully all the missing things have been returned.

I don't post a lot on here, but Lina is was my girlfriend. She stopped the chaos and the storm from continuing but she didn't make it through.

I'll be putting together a memorial service for her, for next weekend. It'll be at [name of Indian restaurant] she would have wanted loads of food-- It's where we had our first date--. I'm renting it out for the whole day. If you knew her or were friends with her feel free to drop by. In lieu of flowers and things, she wanted any monetary contributions to go to the OC's magic guild.

( Private to Booker DeWitt )

( Private to Edward Elric )

Apparently I'm missing some very strange looking skies, at least according to my coworkers.

I had some strange dreams. I dreamed about losing my sight again, but this time it was different. I looked about the same age. But my mother wasn't with me, and a truck carrying chemicals was involved.

Very strange.

Dream deja vu is the worst sort of dream.

Or. Dreaming about something and knowing you should have seen what was coming, because you've done it already, but you let yourself think it'll be different.

It's not really ever different, though, is it?

Who wants to go shopping? I don't really need anything, I just want to wander from shop to shop and get something frivolous. Which is depressing to do by one's self.

It seems now I cannot be in sunlight. Which is unfair, I think, as my first dreams gave me the impression I would be fine with it. I will count the days until winter and nights are longer.

And I have found a familiar face in my dreams, though I had not expected Mina to be the first to appear.

I am not super patriotic mostly because I'm not American. (Yes, gasp! - I am a foreigner.) But I will be using your Explosions Are Fancy holiday tomorrow to make all of these because, like many of you, I bloody love drinking.

That, and I will be spending the day with my future in-laws, and being nice for so many hours will probably make me want to be naked and tipsy at home. I hope that's a normal reaction. Future Pops-In-Law is intimidating.

Alrighty, Valarnet, I need your sage input.

Anyone else have dreams that are done and over with, but are still experiencing physical changes? Because apparently I'm going blonde, so unless someone's been sneaking dye into my shampoo every day, I've got no other explanation.

And if someone is sneaking dye into my shampoo, I will find you. And punch you right in the intestines.

In non-spider related news: Peeta got me a present.

The Dreams have finally decided that enough torture was enough and I am finally past them. God, it feels so good to be somewhat functioning now. My memories of the Dreams are a little jacked up still, but I'm working on that one.

[Filtered to friends of Peeta and Alyssa - if you think this is your char, go for it - OOC also pretend this was posted earlier today]
Alyssa's birthday is tomorrow and I would love for her to have an actual birthday party. So, please come over to her place tomorrow around 6pm for shenanigans and amazing birthday cake. If you need the address, please let me know.

I am far too white and English to have "Bitch Better Have My Money" stuck in my head. Whenever I find myself singing it under my breath, I have to laugh.

Apparently, blindfolded makeup challenges are a thing?

First off, someone please tell me what they look like because this sounds hilarious. I would love to know how they managed.

Secondly, who would like to volunteer to let me do their makeup?

I have never held a bow before in my entire life, but somehow in my dreams I'm an expert. Maybe I should pick up a new hobby or something.

I feel like everyone on this network who dreams of Panem only has dark shit to say and, well, here's more dark shit.

Quarter Quell arena blew up (hey Katniss), and it was like I just knew...then yep, sure enough, my home District was basically fire-bombed in retaliation. Managed to get a bunch of people to the woods, to hunt for them and keep them alive until a hovercraft arrived, but it wasn't the best thing to witness even as it unfolded in my head. Felt like I was really there. I'm so tired of dreaming about war, and living war, over and over--

Here's hoping the rebellion squashes the oppression.

And I still haven't gotten any 'dream gifts.' Show me the fucking receipts, because this is some crazy crap right here.

Peeta, stay home for me, okay? There's demons around.

Time to go practice saving the world again.

Now this is the kind of thing I can really sink my claws into.

For my money, there's nothing quite as therapeutic as soundly kicking someone's ass.

Kitty, more training, please. Logan, you'd have been very, very proud of me.

Well now I know how to get pictures of my straight friends' butts.

I met a very handsy guy at the gym today. No, it wasn't the good kind of handsy. I'm not even sure there is a good kind of handsy. The bottom line is that I go to the gym to work and work out, not to be man-handled.

I don't usually post about stupid articles, but apparently a Taco Bell in Chicago is going to start serving alcohol.

The amount of relevance that is to my life right now is both hysterical and unreal.

I'd go to that Taco Bell...

I may have started a prank war with a coworker. I *might* need some help coming up with pranks. Any ideas?

I already wrapped his office supplies in gift wrap. He probably spent the entire morning unwrapping his stapler and paper clips.

...though I'm sure it took more time wrapping than unwrapping.

Today, I'm focusing on what I have instead of what I don't, which is exactly what my Mum would've wanted. So I'm spending the day with the man who matters most in my life, the handsome gift I didn't expect to get at all. Isn't he handsome?

Oh look another year where I don't talk to my mom on mother's day. Yay.

But I did get a call from my kids the twins. I miss them terribly.

This Arena is the absolute worst. It's basically a giant clock and divided into twelve sections. At the top of each hour a section locks down and horrible things happen. We've had poisonous fog, homicidal monkeys, blood rain, and birds that imitate the screams of our loved ones. Poor Mags sacrificed herself so that we could live. What a brave woman she was. I just really hope that the right person makes it out alive so she didn't die in vain.

And the Dreams didn't stop when I woke up because I went to my closet and found all my outfits from the Dreams, which include my training, interview, and arena outfits. This is not cool at all. Shoving them to the back of the closet.

But, in good news, I'm going to be in another Food Network baking competition soon. That's really all I can say about that one for now. But I'll make sure to let you know when it's actually airing.

Protip: Try not to get flogged in your dreams. Because if you wake up with your back looking like raw meat, it kind of hurts.

I'm just going to show my dog, because at least she's smiling.

( Cut for image, viewable to all )

shit, I got too stoned

That moment when you make an abundance of macaroni stuffed baked potatoes wrapped in bacon, and then you eat it. Like, all of it. I am, for once, genuinely concerned about my health but at the same time, regret nothing?

Does chewing on salad counter-act all that, or should I just not even try?

I am 99% sure I'm jinxing everything in my life, but I'm really happy right now. I've finally got the house fixed up how I like, I have a boyfriend who's absolutely amazing, and school's even going really well.

So of course, something catastrophic will happen within the next week.

Oh yay more Dreams. I've made it through all the proceedings of the Games and up to the start of the next Hunger Games.

I must say that meeting all these past Victors doesn't make this an easy Game to go into. Everyone is pretty much amazing, so the idea of having to kill anyone is terrible. And I think everyone agrees with that because we managed to piss off the Capitol by holding hands and showing solidarity against something we think is truly horrible. And, I announced that Katniss and I had a secret wedding and that she is pregnant. Seriously, Dream!Me, Seriously?

I do have to say the best part of the Dreams was going in for my evaluation with the Gamemakers and flipping a giant middle finger to them by painting a beautiful picture of a girl named Rue that lost her life in the last Hunger Games.

Oh, and I also received some of the paintings of the last Games that I had been doing in the Dreams. I'm tempted to burn them, but they're really quite interesting. I'm not sure what I will end up doing with them.

[Johanna]
Oh heyyyy, finally saw what you texted me about. You've got some balls, girl.

( Cut for mentioning death of a parent, but open to all. NSFW link. )

I heard some of my students talking about this network. It sounds like there are some interesting stories on here? Might be good for inspiration. I figured I would check it out.

The name is Ezra Fitz. I am an English Professor over at UCI and I am sure I know some of you on here already. For everyone else, hello. Look forward to hearing your stories.

I have been in America for a couple of weeks now and my father has told me to get my arse in gear no less than 30 times. I realized that I haven't really missed that.

Hi, I am Eggsy. I apparently need to find a job and figure out where to go to college. Anyone know of a school with a good gymnastics program? Might as well get back into it since I am away from the prat back home.

Also I need to know where the best pint is ASAP.

Being back in my own body means I'm dreaming again and I'm feeling a lot of phantom pains in my leg, which really sucks. I thought that was done, but the Dreams are bringing it back again. I wish I could say at least my Dreams are distracting, but they're absolutely horrible. The Victory Tour sucks, President Snow sucks, and District 12 sucks. I am so sorry Gale. I don't want you to dream this stuff

Oh and I'm fake engaged in the Dreams now. Lovely. Also, the Capitol has this liquid so they can throw up and continue to drink/eat at parties. So they can absolutely gorge themselves while everyone else starves in the other Districts. But there's seeds of rebellion growing in all the Districts and I know that means these Dreams are just going to get worse. Going through the motions of the Quarter Quell made me sick and now I'm heading back to the Capitol to risk my life again.

Ugh.

[Private to Rose]
Hey, are you doing well having your body back?

So, in my dreams I'm from District 7 where the main resource is lumber and because of that, during the Hunger Games our stylists always seem to want to dress us like trees. This morning, I woke up to find my outfit from the Quarter Quell hanging on the back of my closet.

( Visible to All )

I finally dreamed we hit the iceberg. After doing a nude sketch, running from a bodyguard, and doing illicit things in the ship's cargo hold, in a car. We hit the goddamn iceberg. Ice chunks all over the deck. I can still feel the cold.

Time for an entire pack of smokes, and beer. Lotta beer.

Anyone else also hate Celine Dion, for some reason? Or is that just me? Been hearing her too much on the radio lately. And here I thought she died of old age or some shit?

...so, has anyone ever called in sick on account of dreams? Except obviously lied and didn't use dreams so much as "food poisoning"?

And how long is that a valid excuse if things stay icky until Monday?

Why the hell can't I get drunk enough to make her face and the hurt disappear?! I don't want to feel this anymore!

I've just taken delivery of this beautiful wedding cake! I love my job!

That awfully awkward and mildly morbid moment when you've woken up to a longbow you picked up from your ex-lover's dead body in these damned silly little dreams. I suppose every girl could use a souvenir from a relationship gone horribly wrong? Is there any formal etiquette that gives you a guideline to what to do with it? Aside from actually using it, anyway, or hanging it up like a prop above your mantle.

Or allowing your pet to gnaw on it, as Schmooples found that to be socially acceptable.


( Private to Isabela )

And the dreams are back.

Two things I learned:
People need to cope with grief better. Erasing memories and/or running away? Not okay.
People need to learn to knock. I am tired of being walked in on in a towel.

That's my advice for the day.

I think I have to say that as much as being in another body is the strangest thing that's ever happened to me at least I'm not having any dreams right now.

So, yes, I'm currently occupying the body of one of my female friends. As if it couldn't be any more awkward to be in a strange body in the first place. I've also discovered that putting on a bra may be just as complicated as taking one off when I'm a regular guy. I think I've almost got it figured out now.

And I can't complain about having two legs right now, but I feel really bad for Rose because learning how to put a prosthesis on can be incredibly confusing.

Also, I will not be at Mellarky until this clears up, so let me know if you needed to request any kind of baked goods and I'd be happy to meet up with you somewhere else. My brothers would never understand if they saw me now.

My mother has sent me home with enough left overs to last me until the End of Days. Well, maybe not that much but still. I'm starting to think she's convinced that I'm still one of those college kids that lives off of pizza. Secretly I'm glad though because mom's cooking is amazing. Now If I can just keep it away from my roommate...there's the challenge.


Also Hello I'm Claudia. I'm usually behind on the social media tools but someone said this was a pretty nifty place. Since I have no idea what to even put on here I'll just give a few random facts about myself.

1. I love old movies. Like Humphrey Bogart and Clark Gable old movies.
2. I have a rabbit. His name is Hermey.
3. I firmly believe that take out taste better when its a leftover than when it's fresh

I'm still trying to figure out what it is with me and men named Peter. I mean Quill is cute and all and adventurous. But I'm waiting for the inevitable shoe to drop. He doesn't seem like the kind of man who'll want to hang around Earth for very long, and there's only so much traipsing around in space I can handle.

And yeah. I'm not even back a month and new dreams. Lucky me.

I'm not normally the sort to shop at Hot Topic (I didn't know what it bloody was until I moved here), but I just ordered two pairs of each of these online. Because the cat stockings are just the cutest, even if the bear is a bit shifty.

Sometimes I really dislike my family. Or rather my sister in particular. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to sleep for a while. Who would send someone something like this!?

Click to see at your own peril.

So yay...

I got my internet hooked up, immediately began to binge watch missed Let's Plays, Netflix shows, and Game Grumps. and of course got my internet quota of cat memes out of the way.

Secondly, I got my new debit card in the mail (aren't you guys glad I'm here to provide you the exciting bits of my life?), so I immediately used it to go and buy an In 'N Out burger, which has essentially stopped my heart twice now.

Oh, and I have enough things unpacked that you could mistake my apartment for a living area.

Anyway, good to be back on this network thingy here. I was on it years ago, back in the day.... back when Netflix Originals were just a dream, a fledgling beginning, where streaming was just beginning to take off, where dinosaurs roamed the earth, and dragons conquered the skies...

Not really.

Dragons...

So anyway, my name's Peter Parker for those of you who have no idea who I am. I hate long walks on the beach, I am pasty white, and I have a futon in place of a couch at the moment... please don't all flock to me at once.