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Filter: Zee & Lina
Hey. So, recent extra fun dream gave me the wig again. Quick question: did anyone find bones where I slayed the Master? I dunno if you government types have a cleaner crew or something, but it's really important for reasons.

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

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.

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.

This Mage situation in Thedas has gone completely out of hand thank you, Anders, but something had to be done, I suppose, to put an official end to the reigning status quo. The politics of it all is tiresome, and being Justinia's 'left hand' in all things is exactly what I pictured it being - emotionally and mentally taxing, while dealing with semantics of finely veiled threats in regards to Orlesian nobles. Unsurprisingly, I do it well. It's...not the road I expected myself going down. But some things are necessary, in the name of change.

Now Justinia's called forth a peace conclave to help ease Mage-Templar relations. I can't imagine a compromise being reached, so I'm going to suspect her orders for forming an official Inquisition will be followed. Cassandra, we're practically co-workers. ♥

Aside from that, I have two new nugs, and now must built a fence around my yard to keep them at. Thank you, Dreams, for making my home adorably crowded.

Public service announcement courtesy of dream!Buffy? Don't stay out late. Possibly carry a cross. Actually, do that. Gonna go ahead and jinx things by saying: I've got a bad feeling about this. The... this being my not-so typical dream Dream. It's so fun being me.

Did not take me long to give up on the super optimistic posts, geez. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe nightmares are just nightmares.

Filter: Friends

What's your stance on the legitimacy of prophecies?

My brother is coming home, and my girl my ex later this month. It's a good time for summer vacation.

It's more than time to get some things straightened out. I don't have much faith in that happening.

Time to stock up on the alcohol. The bar is looking a little empty.

So, today's been fun. I took tomorrow morning off so I can go somewhere tonight sans Dawnie. Gonna go [ To this bar ] and have some drinkies, 'cause wow kid sister was in rare form today. Let me tell you. Except not tell you, not really looking to open that can of worms.

Anyway. Hope everyone else has a fab day. Hug your moms if you can and stuff.


(*Close friends of Buffy know her mom passed away a couple of years ago. Triggers possibly in comments about parent-death.)

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.

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I have had the most boring day at work today. We're finishing a project and I've had to move files on the system and type the same note on each one over and over and over again. And of course I can't copy and paste because I need to fill in a spreadsheet of each and every case I work! ARGH!

Randomly, has anyone else woken up from one of the Dreams suffering from some sort of paralysis? I dreamt I fired an arrow with a cable attached to it at a shield encompassing the arena I was competing in, but as I did lighting stuck and electrified it. I was thrown back and that's when I woke up. But for a couple of minutes I was mostly paralysed. All I could do was look up at the ceiling and breathe. It seriously freaked me out!

I figured here would be as good a place as any to ask but - anyone know of a good babysitter who'd be available for Thursday night?

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.

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?

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?

You know what I haven't done in a few weeks? I haven't hosted a POKER NIGHT. Who's in?

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.


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When I was told to socialize, specifics were not given. The assumption could be made that my parents meant face to face interactions, but since it was implied and not directly ordered, I choose to ignore it.

I see from past posts that others had the same idea as I did. So much for originality.

Hello, new social group.

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.

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.

Jesus, if I thought my dreams sucked before, they just took a turn into even suckierville.

My cat likes red bean ice cream. What the actual fuck.

(I'm bored, please help.)

It's Superbowl, let's see how much attention this garners...

I'm bored and horny. Who's coming over to screw me?

There's nothing better than being reunited with the people you love.

The past few days have been absolutely awful in more ways than just the obvious.

The things I had to do to keep the devil from unleashing Hell.

Please don't take family for granted. You never know when they'll be taken from you and replaced by psychopaths or assholes.

Oh my gosh, I finally had more dreams!

So basically I was sitting in my window being a typical mopey teenager and I saw my friend flounder swimming off someplace, all suspicious and everything during the night, so of course I did what ANY teenager would do and I followed him! And I ended up at this amazing place called The Catfish Club where everyone was singing and dancing and making music, and it was the best thing in the world, but everyone got super freaked out when they saw me because, you know. I'm a princess blah blah and music is forbidden. But I sang and they let me take the oath and I got to stay and dance!

Only then my sisters were totally on to me, so I told them, and then I got to bring them to The Catfish Club too! And we went all the time, only then somehow daddy found out (I blame that terrible governess of ours) and the place was shut down, and some of my friends were put in jail for breaking the law. SO. I did another thing any teenager would do and I broke them out! And now we're running away from Atlantica so we can be somewhere where music's allowed.

Super fun, right??

Do you ever wake up from a dream with your heart pounding? All I did was pass out for a nap and all hell broke loose in my dreams. I woke up with a start and actually had to check around to make sure what happened in my dreams wasn't taking place here. I know it's one of those dreams due to that fact because nothing else has ever felt so real before.

Basically the apocalypse happened and the entire United States (and quite possibly the world) has gone to shit. I'm still a young kid, so I don't know everything that happened, but I did dream about being so upset by everything. My father was in the military like my real life and my mother is still alive right now. We then spent years traveling around the states to try and find shelter. And zombies. I don't really like that part very much.

There are stockings hung with so much care it's actually mathematical precision.

Presents are wrapped under the tree, most of which were bought weeks ago.

It's well after midnight now.

And so it's not only Christmas, but also my birthday.

I've got a pretty good feeling that tomorrow is going to be a good day.

And hey little half brother, happy birthday to you too. (Even though this isn't technically your birthday and is just when we celebrate it.)

So...Disneyland was pretty cool. I think I can understand why people like to go there, but I don't think I'll be signing up for an annual pass anytime soon. I doubt it will be as quiet as it was yesterday thanks to all the snow. Roger and Laura convinced me to get a pair of Mickey ears (with my name on back of course) to commemorate the occasion and then we had milkshakes at Sonic after. Maybe this network was a good idea because at least I'm trying things I hadn't before.

But alas, I had to go and ruin my day but calling The General (aka my father) to find out if we were actually doing anything for Christmas. He then decided to spring the news that if we did do anything for Christmas we would have to do it on the Army base and only during a certain time frame because it's too busy working to actually spend time with me. Again.

ARGH. I think I'm going to hit the gym and try to break a punching bag or something and try to resist the alcohol in the cabinets at home. I think I'm getting to Scrooge hatred for the holidays.

Ugh, New Year's. When you're single it's the second worst holiday ever. I for one am going to sit at home in my jim-jams and read. Or maybe watch awful movies on telly. Lifetime's doing a film about Lizzie Borden, when does that come out? That looks hysterical.

Wow! I never expected the weather to be quite this exciting when I moved back here but isn't it amazing?

It looks set to continue for a while yet people, so please wrap up warm and enjoy yourselves but be careful too. Snow is beautiful and lots of fun but it can get dangerous very quickly.

No flurries are predicated yet, but it will continue to fall at a steady pace. Please be careful on the roads if you have to travel and check the train station and airport websites for their latest updates. We have been told that some services will be affected.

Oh and some people might recognise me from the TV but for those who don't I'm Elsa and I'm Arendelle Networks newest weather reporter.

It's snowing.

I mean that's cool and all. I don't hate it. It's ah, actually kinda nice. Snow. Wintery. Festive.

I dunno, I haven't gone out in it at all yet because screw you guys the actual christmas miracle here is that I woke up this morning and could see my husband's wings. There's like...some law on the books somewhere that says Winchesters don't see wings, but there they were.

Castiel is a stunning bastard.

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