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The worlds I visit in my Dreams have gotten stranger and stranger. First I was in a subway, which seemed normal except for the utter lack of people, dog-thing-monsters and ghosts coming out of the walls. Then I was in these creepy ass woods. Then at a water prison where I am convinced some religious cult was keeping children for god knows what. Then this maze like version of South Ashfield, where I apparently live in the Dreams. Now I'm in this really weird version of my apartment building. Of all the places I've been to, this one is the most fucked up. The walls and floor look as though they're made of flesh, that is when there are walls and not mesh or wire or even cages. The only place that looks normal is the area right outside my apartment door...which I can't open.

I feel like I'm making progress though...I'm just not sure what kind of progress.

I wish I could sleep. I can't sleep. I don't even know why. No bad Dreams tonight, I just... can't sleep. I close my eyes and nothing. Then I open them again and... I just can't. I tried counting sheep, or whatever, and a cup of warm milk (which, by the way? Totally gross.) I dunno what to do, man. BUMMMER. :(

So, these dreams, have they ever....given anyone anything? Abilities, I mean. Not actual objects.

I almost don't want to know. It seems a much better use of my time cooking dinner and watching the Mets play the Yankees on the home coast with my kid but, you know, three days after my last dream and I'm still dwelling on it. Might as well bite the bullet and ask.

As nice as it was to not be clanked at work during the busiest time of the month, now that things have settled down I rather feel I miss knowing there's a Dream waiting for me every night. I might be alone in that feeling, but there it is.

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.

Today NASA tested the most powerful solid rocket booster to date! I know, I'm such a nerd, but god I wish I were in that crowd!

So yes. I've been quiet here for a bit too long. But I have a good reason. My dad decided to fly out a week before father's day with no warning. Which prompted Uncle Paul to drive over. Which led to him playing tour guide for a week. I've seen more of this city this week than I have since I moved here. So I now know the best spot for Mexican food, where to avoid because people get murdered... Uncle Paul has a very interesting profession.

Dad is in town until Thursday, he finally told me last night he also has some clients to visit. But I finally was able to get back to my computer. So yes. I'm not dead. Just slightly sunburnt. Someone stole my hat.

( Jess )

( Frank and Joe )

These Dreams may be making me feel like a boy detective again, but not even I can complain when they decide to give me gifts like this. Apparently the car of my Dreams comes in canary yellow. It's not a bent eight, but I think that it can blow off more machines than people expect in a quarter stretch.

So after dreaming the same damn dream for three weeks, last night and the night before I finally dreamed something different. First my brother and I get involved in a mystery having to do with smugglers. Then we get involved in a case having to do with counterfeiting. Then last night I dreamed that we were investigating not only a bank robbery and the theft of two boats but the kidnapping of two of our friends. And then this morning I dreamed we went to Montana, of all places to investigate a claim about missing gold.

In two freaking nights my brother and I solved four different crimes. I have never been involved in solving so many cases in such a short amount of time, not even when I was a P.I.

I'm fucking exhausted.

Also, I should point out that all this takes place in the 1930's, which would be interesting if not for that fact that I caught myself telling a customer that his brand new car was swell. Swell. Jesus Christ, who talks like that?!

Happy Mother's Day to all you mothers in the O.C.!

After dreaming about uncovering a counterfeiting ring, I've spent all day researching all the different security features that they put into U.S. currency. It's absolutely fascinating how many indicators they've added in just the last two decades! Printing money in the 1920s was a piece of cake compared to trying to accomplish the same feat today.

Still...I can't help but wonder if there are any security features we're not supposed to know about. Some of these pamphlets and websites feel more like blueprints on how to recreate the bills than how to tell the real and fake ones apart.

I'm not leaving my house today. I just don't feel like it. It's Sunday, and all I want to do is lay around, eating ice cream and watching movies. I need movie recommendations. Nothing too scary, and nothing too sad.

OMG I just spilled a Venti sized frap all over the front seat of my car. :(

And I don't have time to get another one before class!! I might cry.

So two dreams running I've been wearing clothing reminiscent of the 1930s. This isn't the first time I've had dreams where Dad went missing... Especially after he really did go missing for that week when I was 11. But this was just... odd.

I remember Helen's engagement vividly. Jim proposed to her during the intermission of the play he was producing. It didn't involve any mysteries, fake hauntings, secret rooms or anything out of the 1930s. Where the hell are these coming from? Mind you this isn't the first time a case has involved one of these, but those two events had nothing to do with one another.

I forgot how annoying moving can be. It's been a week and all my stuff still hasn't arrived. I thought moving companies were supposed to be reliable? At least I have my computer, my coffee pot, and a bed. I can survive without the rest for a while at least.

I saw the funniest sight today while on a coffee run for work. There was this doll, maybe two feet high, just walking down the street with a muffin in her hand.

The animatronics were flawless! It was really like a porcelain little girl just meandering down the streets of Orange County. Does anyone know if it was a promotional stunt? Perhaps Pixar's new project?

Now that I'm a little more unpacked it's time for me to find a job so I can actually help with living expenses. And since I got so many great leads on places to eat, I thought maybe I'd come here and see if anyone knows of a shop looking to hire a mechanic.

Hi there, folks!

I heard that this was the place to go for local information. Also, to whomever gave Joe the idea for the burrito place: thank you. They were delicious.

I'm still new to the area, but I never dreamed that a network like this existed! Do all counties have networks like this one? That sounds extremely useful. You'd think this place would be a lot more advertised than it is.