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I was out today and came across a cute little corgi stuck in a hot car. I waited a few minutes to see if the owner would come out and when no one came around, I broke the window to get it out. The scum bag came running after I broke the window of his precious car, which he seemed to care about more than his dog. He said he was going to call the police despite the fact that it's legal for me to do that here and illegal for him to leave the dog in the car like that.

I'm not ashamed to say that I compelled him to forget how the window got broken and to never leave the dog in the car again. I was tempted to use his head to break one of the other window though.

It's my first Father's Day with my beautiful baby girl. Life is pretty great.

It is absolutely ridiculous to dream of your own death and then wake up to go about your day.

Not as if it was a surprise - since the same pneumonia nearly killed me here - but at least that heart attack on a bench was somewhat quick, and the last thing I saw was my wife and daughter, shopping in the distance. I knew I was going to die, I made peace with the end of my life and all that happened during. When I was a young man, I had liberty, but I did not see it. I had time, but I did not know it. And I had love, but I did not feel it. Many decades would pass before I understood the meaning of all three. And now, the twilight of my life, this understanding has passed into contentment was what I told Sofia, in my last letter to her.

The letter was with me when I woke up. So was a skeleton, but interestingly, it was not my skeleton - that would be even weirder, no? But for awhile, after escaping my own execution, I had spent so much time tracking down these keys to open the library of the legendary Assassin Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad - it was a race to get there before the Templars did, since we all believed that library was bursting with secrets. But inside there were no books, just Altaïr's skeleton. And another Apple of Eden, hidden, but I refused to take it. It would only bring about more suffering, more hardships - and I had seen enough. It was then I left behind my sword and my Hidden Blade. I left behind my life as an Assassin.

Certamente, none of that helps in deciding what to do about a skeleton now, but - that phrase 'skeletons in the closet' has more literal meaning.

Learning things about myself in the dreams all disjointed is tiring. My father is perhaps even more irritating in the dreams than he is out of them. But he is no less a monster in either place

Some things I wish I did not see Henrik

It does look like I'm all undaggered now, however. And ripping hearts out as usual. And I got to punch Niklaus a few times, which was rewarding for a moment.

And then things got worse. As they always do. And then I got smarter apparently. Perhaps there is hope for me after all.

Finn and Kol have returned. Our mother is back as well. I wish I could trust that her return was a good thing. I want nothing more than for our family to be a family as I fear I always will. She has seemingly forgiven Niklaus for killing her. Elena said that she is genuine in her forgiveness and her intentions. Still, I cannot help this feeling.

Che palle. I did not know the answer to the question 'can these dreams put you into the hospital?' was yes. Then again, it may be a combination of them plus my own stubbornness that put me into the hospital, but here I am. With many needles stuck in me and staying for 'observation.'

At least I can breathe again, that is a positive.

I took a nap and woke up to see that the statue of my likeness was also right here in my hospital room - I am not sure where it was located in a dream, though it must mean I die soon because why else would someone put a statue of me in their office? But anyway, here I had to explain it as a prank. I think I am delirious enough on drugs for them to have believed me.

Last nights dream has my brothers and I in England. The late 1400's I think. Klaus was lord of everything, just the way he likes it. A new person entered my dreams. Klaus wanted to use her for some ritual only she escaped, which caused a large rift between him and Elijah. And in my dreams I hate the girl only because of my blind loyalty to my brother.

I'm wondering if dream Rebekah is an idiot.

Okay, show of hands, who actually got a Unicorn Frapp over the weekend? I'm not ashamed to say that I had two during the time they were available. I know some people thought they were disgusting, but I thought they were really good. I like sour things, so I didn't mind the change to tart at the end.

It's nice to see the dreams haven't gotten any less dramatic. I imagine they will remain this way. At least no one can say it will ever get boring.

I am perpetually weak to my brother I am tempted to punch myself in the face, but I don't think that would work or do me any good, so I guess I'll just have to live with my choices

Apparently despite all of my preparation and good reasoning, I seem to be much the same as I always was. My brother is still alive and he has our family somewhere. Supposedly safe. I would say I was surprised, but I am not surprised in the slightest. He says he'll take me to them, but I can't help but wonder what the catch is and what annoyance I'll be suffering for letting him live. Needless to say, I am not looking forward to what I'll see next, but I need to know.

Greetings from Italy!

After a flight that seemed like it would never end, Enzo and I arrived safe and sound on one of the most beautiful countries in the world. After a stop in Rome we're now relaxing comfortably in Florence. I was nervous about meeting his grandmother but she has been amazingly sweet!

Alecto, it looks like you're going to have to pick up a back up souvenir.

Is this not the most beautiful work of art you have ever seen? My wanted poster, with such a clear and well-drawn depiction of me. Fuck the Pazzi.

50,000 florins (florins were gold coins) is about 7.5 million dollars, in case it is what you were wondering.

This is not the only work of art I have received, no. My family was quite close with a man named Leonardo da Vinci, perhaps he is familiar to you. We purchased many original paintings from him when he was younger and these paintings - once carried home with me in a box - are now in my living room. To think I was also there, when he painted The Mona Lisa.

If these paintings were actual people, I would make dolce amore to them all the day and night.

Now if I could just dream of not killing people for about five minutes, I would be appreciative. Perhaps this will happen. I have settled in Constantinople, looking for keys, and have met a Venetian woman who has bewitched me and owns a bookshop. Searching for keys and decoding maps seems much better than taking out Borgia scum, especially when the owner of the bookshop is a redhead.

Anyone ever come to a point in these dreams where you don't know whether to feel guilty because you inflicted so much damage to the people around you to save your own ass - or to applaud your own twisted, manipulative ingenuity on faking your own death? Starting witch hunts, making deals with a werewolf, coming between two brothers again--

Mystic Falls. 1864. What a ride. I'll drink to that while taking advantage of this hotel room's bubble jets.

I dreamed about Halloween again, though there was a lot more to it than just dressing up as a space cowboy. There was a murder that seemed to involve vampires and werewolves. Unfortunately, they were not real, which was a bit of a disappointment. I was helpful for the case. Apparently, dream me has a lot of connections with just about everyone for almost everything you can possibly imagine. Then there was another dream about a singer whom Alexis is a fan of. Alexis ended up helping a lot with that case.

But enough with the dreams today. I'm taking the kids to see Beauty and the Beast. Has anyone seen it yet?

[Kate]

Would you and Lily like to join us for the movie?

I have to say that being daggered for an uncertain amount of time really does nothing for my looks. My clothes are a wreck, my hair's a mess. I can't even classify it as an attractive level of disheveled. I look like I've been lying in someone's dirty basement for days to weeks. Oh wait. That coupled with the experience of waking up in a house I haven't been invited into. A true delight, I'm sure. Except not so much. Also I thought Elena was Katherine when I woke up, which just brought up far too many flashbacks and some very confusing emotions

Elena But at any rate, things are very interesting in the dreams. I think I'm beginning to like my dream self a little more. But it may just be the heightened levels of sass and the fact that I had a plan in the end. I wasn't going to let them die. I've learned quite a bit more on multiple fronts. Katherine Not all of it I wanted to know, but I know it all the same. Either way, it was very...enlightening.

[Private to Lexi]
I'd hate to assume too much, but I was wondering if we might talk. About the vampire thing.

The dreams seem no less unusual the more of them I have. I saw myself in England briefly. Very briefly. I can't say my hairstyle was something I'd ever want to repeat. The clothing either. I also seem to have interesting ways of handling problems. I'm not sure that I'd choose to repeat those either. I suppose if I had to, I would, but

Apparently I am attempting to lure Klaus out to kill him. What sense that is supposed to make, I cannot say My choices seem to make less sense the more of them I see, but I suppose having the full picture might explain a few things, but it isn't explaining anything better at the moment.

After a small break, my dreams have started back up again. This time We were in Italy. I don't know how it happened but my dream self fell in love with a vampire hunter of all people. We were even going to get married. Part of me wants to yell at my dreams self for being so foolish!

And it of course ended horribly, with my dream fiancé daggering my siblings and I with these special daggers. Though it didn't work on Klaus and he killed the entire group of hunters. He was so furious in the dreams I thought he was going to dagger me again himself. It's almost hard to believe that my dream family is even more dysfunctional than my real one.

It is very odd, to go to sleep and then see this...story playing out that you are watching. My brother Petruccio was very sickly as a child, and one day he asked me to collect eagle feathers for him - I was not certain why, but I did it anyway if he promised to return to bed. Then he was killed, deemed an accomplice to my father who was falsely tried of treason Petruccio was stabbed here, he-- but I kept the feathers and continued to collect them in honor of his memory. I do not know why he wanted them - all I know is that feathers were often used by Assassins to signal that they have been successful in taking out their targets, but that was much in the past. Not so much in my time.

To my surprise, the collection of eagle feathers was by my bed this morning. So was my lute, though it was been years since I have played. Hundreds of years, if these 'dreams' are what people say they really are.

Oh, wow. You people really are serious. That's cute. I guess there's no point busting in here advising any of you to get therapy for your daddy issues.

Anyway, since this quasi-dream diary Facebook also allows random inquiries, if anyone has recommendations of places that don't suck around here for entertainment that'd be much appreciated. It's been awhile since I've roamed around the childhood land and a lady could use a list from the locals. The more variety, the better. Dining, clubbing, theatre, concerts, lounges - none of that 'get tickets to the bay and watch dolphins mate' because that's not a beautiful experience.

And don't mention Disney. Been there, done that, and I still have bad memories of a sibling tossing her cookies onto my lap after a coaster ride.

Apparently I was correct in thinking I couldn't hold off the dreams forever. It was not exactly as I expected it to be, however. I'd come expecting to find Katerina, but instead found Elena...one of the doppelgangers. Apparently she is not the first. Also apparent is that I am in the habit of approving kidnapping (or at least not voicing and disapproval?), but I suppose catching Katerina is different than a human. I smelled her neck and ripped her vervain necklace off. It was surprisingly creepy of me Only they had the human and not the vampire. There's a lot of detail in the middle that I doubt anyone wants to hear about. It's very messy and involves me killing someone In the end, I got impaled, which you'd think would kill a vampire, but apparently I got better. After my gray stage. How artistic of me. A pity about the suit, though. You'd think I'd learn to spend less on them after all these years. Alas.

Ciao! Mi dispiace in advance, English is only the fourth or so language I learned. I learned for my studies, back at my American university in Rome. Often at times is confusione to write and read but now I am teaching Art History in the States, at university, my skill at this will surely improve even more.

Mi chiamo Ezio Auditore. I come from Florence, and also our family villa in Tuscany. Both very different places in Italy. I had to look back at this discussion site to catch up and it gave me many questions when I read prendere fischi per fiaschi!. But I do think I will like it here, even if American coffee is not so good. You say 'it's awful' but we say mi fa cagare! which means the same thing in Italian, only expressed more in dramatic way. In the literal that translates to 'it makes me poop' but, penso di sì, we have always been more dramatic in our language.

The only thing that gets me through the day is watching my daughter. She's perfect, she's everything perfect about Mary Alice. She would have loved our daughter, I think....

[Lexi]

I know you don't like me very much, and that's fine, but you're the only one I know who has a history with this--even if it is only in our dreams, but...if I should ever...if I turn it off...bring me back? Please?

Being a dad is great. Our daughter Mareena Coriane Mikaelson is utter perfection. Loved by her parents, grandparents, and aunts and uncles alike.

I wish I could say I was particularly surprised by this sudden shift in the weather. It seems that everything is quite as I was told now that I'm here. How curious.

[Private to Rebekah and Kol]

Do either of you need anything?

How is my niece doing?

After all this talk of the "strange happenings" in the OC and my sister's habit of mentioning this community, I thought that it might be time to look into it. My name is Elijah Mikaelson. I may be in danger of getting an earful for joining, but I suppose I've lived with worse things.

Rebekah, are you lurking around here somewhere? Kol?

How is everyone doing this Tuesday evening?

[Private to the other Originals]

I think we need to talk... all of us.

I... don't know what to think or believe anymore.

Well, California it's been a while.

[Mass message to TVD-verse and people who may be tethered to them]
So, since it seems like quite a few of us are magically linked to other people I believe we should have a very large family dinner. Great way to meet everyone who is following us around. What does everyone think about that?

When I woke this morning I found myself wearing a ring I'd never seen before. Then as I woke more I recalled bits of the dreams I'd had the night before and in those, I was wearing that ring. I'm not entirely certain what purpose is served by breaking into my home and placing a ring on my left middle finger, but I'm thoroughly perplexed. The dreams... those are another thing entirely.

So it would seem that everyone has descended into the 'pumpkin spice latte' and 'fall' fever once again. I am much ome content with a good hot tea or a black coffee, myself. What is the fascination?

Well, I finally made it to Mystic Falls. Oh boy.

Well, I spoke with my dear father regarding certain recent events and was informed that I needed to end my "dalliance" with Katherine or I could forget that I was his son. Apparently he considers my relationship an embarrassment.

It would appear, Nik, that we are now in the same boat.

( Elijah | Katherine )

I do not regret my decision. I love you. And I am not choosing you over my family. I am choosing you over a father who would deny me any shred of happiness.

Now that all is out in the open, I was wondering if you might want to move in with me. If this is rushing things, please do not hesitate to say. I do not want to push you into anything.

( Mikaelsons )

I am still your brother, no matter what our father says. But I could not allow him to control my life moreso than he already did. I love Katherine. Nothing will change that.

Rebekah, I will still be coming to your wedding, obviously. Father will simply have to bite his tongue in that regard if he has a problem with it.

I'm hung over and taking on Sea World. Make the noise stop before my head explodes.

The things I do for my little niece.

I need a drink

I think this is one of those evenings that calls for turning off my phone and finding a quiet corner to read in.

I so don't enjoy peer mediation. I hope that doesn't make me a horrible guidance counselor. But no matter what I say or how long I sit with these girls in my office...it won't make them go back to being friends. Basically they got a free period and in two weeks whatever they were fighting about will be old news. I just end up with a headache.

[Katherine]
You should come over for dinner. I feel like I haven't seen you in too long.

It is nice to get a break from work. Sometimes I do feel that I am neglecting more important things by letting myself get caught up in my job, though I do enjoy it.

( Katherine )

Like you. It feels as though it's been far too long since I have seen you, my dear.

I cannot believe I'm watching Ragin' Cajun Redneck Gators. The title alone screams sheer stupidity and loss of brain cells. Clearly I wasted my entire high school and majority of college career on basketball. The real money is in writing stupid monster movies for Syfy. Apparently anything will green lit.

I'm thinking of Sharkadile or Sharkagator. Or Sharkadile vs. Sharkagator. I'll make....thousands?

Sleep is for the weak or the brave.

( Cut for mentions of NPC death. Also backdated to earlier in the day. )

I have to admit, it's rather strange that all my siblings would be having these dreams of...alternate lives.

Would someone care to explain this Honey Boo Boo show to me? I happened to come across it this evening and I'm fairly certain I may have lost a couple of brain cells. How do these people get television programs? Who actually watches these programs?

It seems I finally had one of those dreams everyone talks about. It was weird. My family was completely different in the dreams. And I had a baby. I was just a kid and my father made me give it up. Then he banished me to England, of all places, where I met Nik and Elijah. Nik wanted to kill me, big surprise there, but I got away.

And there were vampires. And then I turned myself into a vampire, because I was only useful to Nik as a human. He got even by killing my whole family. And I've been hungry all day, even though I keep eating. What the hell?

I thought these nightmares were over, but apparently not. I had one of those stupid vampire dreams again, but in this dream Elena and Jeremy Gilbert killed me--right in front of my brother Klaus. Granted, I was trying to cut off Jeremy's arm and kill Elena.

Then my ghost came back because a witch lifted a veil and me and some other dead vampires and witches tried to avenge our deaths, but we got sent back to the other side.

What I don't like about these dreams is what an asshole I am. I mean I can be a bit of a douche here, but in these dreams I'm just...mean...violent...crazy and even unhinged.

But I'll never forget the look on Nik's face as he saw my body burn up...

It's also weird to see people I consider my friends straight up kill me.

Between graduation and my birthday and Elijah, I've been a little tied up lately. I nearly forgot I had this thing, in fact. I've also been looking for a JOB, because no way am I wasting my time with college. High school was bad enough.

So, catch me up, Valarnet. What have I missed in the last few weeks?

My back and shoulders and chest are so sunburnt, it's not even funny. In all the excitement of yesterday at Stefan and Rebekah's BBQ, I forgot to put on sunscreen. I am so red. I don't think I've ever been this burnt. I need to go get some Aloe. Or ask Huck to get some for me. I'm just glad I'm not working today. Sunburnt Aurora or Rapunzel are not what the kids want to see. I think I'm gonna go take a cold shower now. If I don't spontaneously combust first.

( OOC: Cut for a picture - to save your flists )

My brother informed me I need a vacation, so what would you all recommend? Any interesting places you've been in-state?

I got called in to talk to the coach last week and he informed me I will not be on the team this year. My injury was too severe in his opinion. He doesn't think with the three days of physical therapy and the three days I exercise on my own that I'll be in tip-top shape. So, I'm off the team for good. I didn't get to argue my case, I don't even get to sit on the bench. According to him, my career in Basketbal is over and the closest I'll ever get to the game again is as a broadcaster.

This fucking sucks.

Guess who's been promoted to manager?

Mikaelsons + Stefan, Lexi & Elena

Drinks at the club tonight. I'm buying. I shall pout for an eternity if any of you can't make it.

My family wouldn't stop bothering me until I joined this...network. So I suppose I start by introducing myself. Elijah Mikaelson from Huntington Beach. I'm sure there's plenty of familiar faces around her.