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I'm becoming convinced my dreams are just a who's who of the latter 19th Century. I'd already met a young Alexander Graham Bell in the early stages of developing what would become the telephone, and bumped into Charles Dickens. Now I've met Florence Nightingale, who helped saved some friends of mine from an illness. I've also met a very young Arthur Conan Doyle. Most children his age would be playing with their friends. But he helps me solve murders. Guess that explains his writings later in life.

Though I'm getting closer to the Piece of Eden that's hidden somewhere in London. I found clues in the Kenway House that are leading me somewhere. I'm not completely certain where yet. I need to study them more first. Though it would be great if my brother stopped following me about and being annoying. Sometimes I really don't think he takes our mission seriously. Actually, no, more like most of the time I think that.

And on a non-dream front, there's not enough bloody tea in the world to help me deal with my day job. Which tends to turn into an anytime of day job. I may fall asleep at my desk.

These dreams are becoming intriguing. My brother and I have made some alliances in London, and we have freed Whitechapel from Templar control. I think Jacob's happy because he finally has the gang he's always wanted. I suppose I see the merit in having a gang, but strictly in the having numbers and allies on our side as we attempt to undo the Templar control, which is in every level of society in London. Working from the bottom up is not an easy task.

Though I have found some music boxes across the city that contain some medallions that open a vault hidden beneath the city. A vault that Michele Regue made. I believe he hid the Aegis there, and I am determined to recover it. Though Jacob thinks I'm wasting my time chasing some mad man's music boxes across the city. But he never did appreciate these sorts of things.

One of our new friends is none other than Alexander Graham Bell. The man is quite the genius, and I rather enjoyed working with him. He even upgraded my gauntlet to allow me better access to leap across rooftops in London. And I leapt from the very top of Big Ben after I helped Alexander fix a device of his. I have to say, that Leap of Faith was the single most exhilarating experience of my life.

Though why must my Assassin outfits all come with corsets? How are they conducive to fighting? I never understood this, even if it was the fashion. At least I had the sense to wear pants.

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.

It's days like this that make me wish I was still on active duty. I want to be over there fighting, not sitting here doing desk work.

Started dreaming again. It's...really kinda depressing. Mostly just me being numb. Thought I was over that depression.

But then I dreamed General Ironwood sent me a new arm. It's metal, unpainted, but...losing my arm is the new normal, you know? I wonder if it'll show up here. Or if I'll try it, let alone get used to it. I don't think dream me is ready for it yet. But soon, maybe.

I wasn't certain at first, but it seems I am having those Dreams people here sometimes talk about.

Apparently my father belonged to a secret brotherhood known as the Assassin Order. He's training my brother and I in the Creed. Or, well, mostly me. My brother seems to prefer wasting his time elsewhere, but me? I am focused and embracing the Creed fully. Also apparently I'm living in the Victorian era, which is really ironic because I've always felt like I was born in the wrong era here.

Well, there's that. Because of this whole political nightmare I've been advised that any trip overseas for work should be canceled. All because I've traveled back and forth between places like Syria, Iran, Iraq and Afghanistan a lot.

I want to do my job not be unable to do it because of politics.

Hello, I'm Gamora. I'm new to this network, though it is obvious that your reputation precedes you. That being a general 'you,' obviously.

I have arrived from Hawaii, where the beaches are much better. But I enjoy the Mexican influence here much more. I work in both security and interior design - did you know that jewel tones and boho accents look to dominate in 2017?

I do not know what else to say.

I remember 2016 like it was yesterday.

And once I'm done drinking I won't remember it at all!

Hello, I'm Evie Frye, new here and confused by the snow? I did not expect this amount of snow upon moving here. Is this normal? Though I suppose this is proof that climate change is real that can be shoved in the faces of those who don't believe in it.