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Everyone's always talking on here about the dreams. And for the longest time, that's what I assumed they were... nothing but dreams. But now I'm not so sure anymore. They just seem... I don't know. Too real? Almost as if it's something I've already lived through? It doesn't make a lot of sense.

What threw me was how people from here were in the dreams too. I figured it was because you dream about people you've met, or talked to. But I know things about these people that you'd never tell a stranger. I've done things with them and shared experiences that no one would ever believe.

Here and now, I work for a video game company: Bad Wolf Interactive. But even that name was in my dreams. A certain person IS the Bad Wolf. And she scattered that phrase through space and time, always turning up in the places the three of us travelled to. It gets stranger though. Because of her, I died and was permanently brought back to life. The Doctor said I was "a fact"... a "fixed point in space and time" which means I can never die. In the dreams, there's always people dying... never me. And in the end, no one else from the dreams is there... just Gwen Cooper. Somehow, it always comes down to me and her being the last two standing.

Speaking of space and time, travelling through it was something I did even before climbing into the TARDIS. In my dreams, I was a Time Agent. I grew up in the 51st Century. I spoke with an American accent all the time, instead of my normal British one. And all of it's so completely out of the ordinary that it's not even close to the life I have here.

I feel like I'm starting to lose my mind.

Okay, seriously? Last night someone asked me if I was a Kardashian. I still don't know if that was a compliment or a diss.

Great. The one thing I don't want to happen does. Of course. And I don't mean the singing.

Anybody know of a place with really good safe deposit boxes?

( Private to Giles. )

There's a dog in the apartment.

Kirsty, why is there a dog in the apartment?

The dog in the apartment keeps looking at me.

The fucking bitch. Teach me to try and show affection. Or put any fucking effort into a relationship.

I wish I were 21 and then I could drink.

Thankfully I have more class and honesty than to fucking name names. Cheating asshole.

[TW: in comments for mention of their father and what he's done]

I had dreams again. People write about this shit on here all the time, so I guess I should too. Be social.

I was on Death Row for taking a knife to my mother's throat. And I was...scared, I guess. I didn't want to die. I don't want to die now. Not ever. That end date was coming so close, that damn needle ready for my arm and pump me full of poison. How could they do that? How could they think of doing that to me? Yeah, I killed my mother and I feel bad about it. But I don't have to die for that, right?

And then Project Noah. They strapped me down, and I couldn't move, and there were other needles. Not full of poison, full of something else. It was insane, and I was out of my straps in two seconds and I was going right through people. Just...picking them up and splitting them in half. It was like my hands were knives, just tearing through skin and feeling all the blood rush over me and I had this huge big grin on my fucking face. It was...it was pretty fucking good.

So there's a good reason for all this shit, right?

Does anyone dream about Hell? Like ... literal, demons coming to get you and tear your flesh from your bones Hell? Or am I the only lucky one?

So.

Obviously we all needed to have the water laced with LSD.

the fuck is this fucking shit fucking what

shit is insane outside and i don't know what the fuck's happening and someone better fucking have something to say to me soon or i'm going to fucking have something to say to them

I remind myself that I am in your presence O Lord.
I will take refuge in your loving heart.
You are my strength in times of weakness.
You are my comforter in times of sorrow.

After a long talk with a counselor at school, and with my brother and sister-in-law, I think I'm coming to better terms with what happened during the Blue Flu. I don't know if my relationship with God will ever be the same, but change isn't always a bad thing. I think I've learned a lot, and I think I've grown. I will always love and miss Luis, I will always wonder what could have been, but I will try to release my anger over the situation.

That's all I can do. Turn to love instead of fear and anger.

I think I'm going insane. I had these dreams, these nightmares, about my mother...and I was so hungry. So fucking hungry. When I woke up I ate almost everything in the house...all the leftover chicken and the butter and the frozen bacon I was saving. Raw. And I still felt hungry afterward, and I threw it all up. I couldn't...I couldn't control myself. I don't know what came over me, it was like my blood was on fire.

I'm not really sick, am I? Like...ebola or anything? I feel so low.

Well since I'm going to be here for a while I guess I should introduce myself and I've been told this is the place to do it.

I'm Nina, I'm a nurse from the UK and I've recently got a job at St Josephs Hospital. And I spend most of my time with our terminal patients.

Oh and if anybody needs a roommate please let me know. I can provide references.

Next person who asks me to show them my tits is going to walk away with a limp.

Yes, I have a black eye. No, it doesn't hurt. Yes, it'll go away eventually. Stop asking me questions. Jesus.

I need motherfucking pricks to stop tagging pictures of cats as 'kittens'.

Fucking people know the difference between a cat and a kitten come on people this isn't a fucking game

I like animals I need to know what I'm clicking on

Just found out I'm the new bouncer and part-time bartender at JoeyRays. If you don't know it, it's a cool place run by a cool lady called Kasumi. You should definately drink there.

I'm really relieved that all my students who caught that virus made it through okay. It's so good to be able to have a full classroom again. I made a "Welcome Back" banner with all their names on it and hung it up the classroom. The whole class decided to right "I survived quarantine" or "I survived the plague" on it, signing their names under the statements of survival.

I'm glad things worked out and that they were able to bounce back from this so well.

Has anyone on here ever dealt with a crisis of faith?

If so... do you mind sharing how?

JoeyRay's is looking for a good bouncer and a part-time bartender. I'm the new owner, Kasumi Goto. You can contact me here or send me a PM if you're interested.

I'd like to make an announcement. It will probably drive certain parties batty, but I don't really care.

I'm in love with a woman.

Additionally, I'll be giving Skeeter a fun little scoop soon, on the Black Family.

I'm Giles Babcock, I'm new here I guess. I work security, nights. Going to some free classes at the community college, getting my maths. Already got my English.

I'm from Nevada. I've been travelling for a while, but I'm here now. I'm looking to make friends and stuff, right?

I'm Giles Babcock. Lots of people call me Babcock, but I do have a first name. It's Giles. I don't know why I got that name. I looked it up on the wikipedia, but lots of people have that name. But I liked Giles Corey the best. He was pretty cool. He was a guy who got crushed to death. Maybe I was named for him. I don't know, I never asked her. I should've.

I'm not sure where I began with this, but I'm Giles Babcock, and I'm new here.