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Next time, Katherine, please feel free to just tell me that everything is going to shit. Maybe then I won't wake up hearing the screams long after the nightmare. Honestly, I knew we were hated, I didn't think we were hated enough that mass genocide would be endorsed.

In other news, I appear to have become my own best friend. And by that, I do mean compressed carbon. It looks like I have yet more excuses to make with work.

When you can't get to sleep at night and you stayed out extremely late the night before. Both work nights. Excellent timing as always, Dutch. This is why they invented under eye concealer, I'm convinced.

Despite being in the process of receiving my green card and becoming an American citizen, I do wish to hold to my English routes and wish the Queen a happy 90th birthday. Not that she would read this, of course, but I will be going back to England in a couple weeks with my wife, so we should be able to catch some of the celebrations. In particular I'd like to try to attend the Trooping the Colour ceremony, which is quite the sight to behold.

It seems after a long absence, the dreams decided to come back in a flood instead of a trickle. I have decided to take a personal day, as I am too exhausted to teach.

My own ancestors turned their backs on me when I refused to blow up a parallel earth in an incursion, and then Namor robs us all of our choices and does so anyway, killing billions to save our billions. I should have killed him when I had the chance. Even after that, with the Cabal continuing Namor's dirty work of continuing to destroy incursion worlds, and our efforts to find another way to stop the decay of the multiverse, it is all for naught. Every sacrifice, every attempt is like trying to stem a tidal wave with a single sand bag. It is useless.

In the end, we decide to create a life raft. An ark of sorts. We bring aboard some of the most brilliant minds and select individuals that can hopefully restart humanity elsewhere, though I don't know where we could go where this threat would not chase us to extinction in the end regardless. But it is our last hope.

The last thing I dream of is a blinding light as the incursion hits our world and Reed's family is ripped from his arms as the ship is torn asunder, and then there is nothing. I don't know if there are further dreams, or if this is it and we have all died.

I have lost my sister, my people, my world, perhaps my very life. And in the afterlife I am to be abandoned still because I chose not to sacrifice another world full of innocents just to save Wakanda. I don't know what sort of man, what sort of king this makes me.

Dream me needs a little bit of chill. I mean, screaming that I can be hardcore is a little much, but then I sort of get it. Someone - well, multiple someones - said I couldn't fight things as scary and difficult as they could. I'm really, really bad at be underestimated.

So I have recently been developing certain...mental abilities which I have no idea how to control. Is there anyone out there who might have some experience with this sort of thing?

Many thanks to the conniving masterminds behind that surprise shower (and Zee for sacrificing her abode!), and many thanks for the abundance of meat I've only seen in medieval feasts in dreamland. I've been spending every waking moment of free time organizing the shit out of the nursery. And laughing at my own hormonal OCD. And then crying because the cat knocked everything over.

On another note, I flipped through the stinky old books I got from the dreamfairy, and there's a sealing spell that protects property against magical and natural fire. Well, alright, it's more of a ritual because it's tedious and time consuming, but around here a little extra insurance around these parts against the weird elements doesn't hurt.

If anyone wants the steps/ingredients, let me know. I'll send copies. I'll be setting it up for our own place for, uh, the obvious reasons. I can't remember what number we're on when it comes to TV replacements but it's pretty freakin' astounding how much money goes to preparing the shit we've broken.

So the good news is I'm going to need a new apartment. And a new everything-inside-the-apartment.

warty hogs.

The internet has finally paid off. After long last I found a cat that accurately represents and sums up my best friend.

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So that was a trip. Everyone okay? Does anyone need anything?

I take it back. Anyone who wants to visit me in the hospital can, I'm bored out of my mind. I'm at UCI Gottschalk hospital. Just ask for me and say you're my cousin.

Also, if you brought me gum, I'd love you forever. I'm nic fitting like crazy.

Well, seems like I've joined the ranks of those who Dream, or I'm just going crazy. Dreamed I was a baby, being taken care of by mutant superheroes, who kept getting attacked by bad guys. We lived in a giant alien spaceship which was parked in Manhattan.

Man, this thing is just plain weird.

I can't with my dreams. The clone thing, the clone's son, the alternate-timeline daughter....possessing someone's body. I'm not even sure how many of these memories are mine, and how many are the clones, and how many are the Phoenix's. I don't have enough aspirin for this.

Anyone else have friends who are bitter enemies in their dreams?

And can you miss someone you've never met?

Disclaimer: I've been given permission to post this, so, no ass-kicking should be in store for me.

It might be old news by now, or boring news because it's not as exciting as dream talk, but this is pretty much a GPOY when Emma told me we were adding to our already somewhat dysfunctional and loving family:

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Early July will be upon us soon, and I've been reading a lot of Buzzfeed parenting lols to prepare myself.

Anyway, I guess I could talk about 'the dreams' but no one wants to hear about Lumière the actual talking candle.

You'd think, normally, that with a new year comes a new me! Well, I like the old me so that's not going to change that much, but what the old me does, now that's something that can change. At least a little.

Van Dyne Designs will be doing something a little different this year. Every month in 2016 we'll be running an amateur design contest. There'll be money prizes and at the end of the year we'll put all 12 winning designs into one final contest, with the winner earning a paid internship at my company! It'll be loads of fun!

And one more, unrelated thing.

I want to do a superhero roll call. You know who you are, but I don't!

It is time that I offer my apologies to you all. As I understand it, snow is not uncommon in December here. You are no stranger to inclement weather. I do not know if it is often caused by one person, but in this instance I am to blame. I hope no one was harmed. I am...truly sorry. I will be stronger in the future, it will not happen again.

All right everyone. News Years resolutions!

Happy 2016 from me and Tippy-Toe! (She partied a little too hard and fell asleep around eleven.)

I hope this year is bright and full of good things for all of you.

How do you tell if a dream is one of Those Dreams or just a particularly vivid dream? Because I think I had one but it's just. . . weird. I don't know what to make of it.

Creepy professor dreams continued, he introduced me to some boys and naturally they all started fighting over me.

The crazy thing is that it's like he's teaching us to be some kind of fighting force or military unit. It's not a normal school.

I've had a constant headache all day.

I think... I had one of those dreams everyone keeps talking about.

I love my students but thank god it's Friday and the day is almost over.

We're finally heading towards winter and I can remember how to breathe again. The first few months of the school year always go by in a rush. While they'd disagree, High School students are mostly the same in California as they are in New York, but there are enough differences that I've been kept on my toes.

Downside of running your competition into the ground and absorbing all their assets; work gets boring once you've accomplished it.

Upside; rubbing your fathers face in it. Repeatedly.

I do so love seeing that pinched look on his face, even through a computer screen.

The dilemma of course is, once you've achieved your life's goal exceptionally early, what do you do with yourself?

Its been a very good holiday season for me, with no disasters and no coma this time. I think I like it!

A month from now, on January 17th, my first movie with me in a starring main role opens, and while I am not one to self-aggrandize, there will be a party thrown by yours truly to thank all those who have supported me, fans and friends alike. It will be in Hollywood, on the evening of the 17th, after the first showing at the town hall there at [address].

All are invited to it, even if you can't make the showing. There will be food, prizes, and a chance to contribute to several charities.





( Locked to those Thor knows well, has invited already, and his relatives* )

All of this is reminding me of home. I guess I couldn't have really asked for a better birthday present, and now I'm glad I brought all this flannel here with me.

I love my work, but I wish I had more time to participate in the traditions I loved as a kid and a young adult. I haven't decorated my tree, or put up Christmas lights, and worst of all, I haven't put a silly paper hat on my bird and posted it to the Internet.

Not that I'll get to any of that until this weekend. At least I have Christmas Eve and day off.

Does it still count as phantom pain when you feel your arm getting lopped off in a dream when you lost the same arm here? I woke up with it stinging and burning and all you can really do for that is take a pain killer and hope it acts like some kind of placebo. At least I'm not feeling any after effects from the force lighting, not even static electricity.

Also, note to self and really any one else who finds themselves fighting along side Obi-wan Kenobi against a Sith Lord: When he says 'No, Anakin (or whatever your name is), don't!' listen to him. You might actually get to keep all your limbs and not have your ass handed to you by an old man.

[Obi-wan]
So. Geonosis. I think that could have probably gone better. What happened to Dooku? I thought he retired when he left the Order, how and when did he become a Sith?

[Padme]
You love me.

Curious, what is everyone's least favorite Christmas song? Everyone has at least one. Mine is Last Christmas.

The difference between family get-togethers when you're a kid and an adult is pretty vast. I never thought I'd be at a point where I could sit around a table with my parents and Sarah and share a bottle of alcohol while gossiping about the various aunts, uncles, and family friends I left behind. I've always enjoyed the holidays, but this time I feel like I'm closer to an equal.

Up until my mom points out I'm the only one who doesn't have children. I don't feel particularly rushed to have them, is all. I want them, of course, but it's not been a priority. Beside, my niece and nephew are so cute, and I can spoil them to my heart's content.

I had some of those dreams. I'm fine if that doesn't ever happen again. In fact, that would be a blessing.

How soon is too soon to ask your boyfriend over for a holiday? My parents are coming to town, so that is also a factor. I don't want to scare him off, but it doesn't sound like he has anyone to eat with beside his cousin, and they'd both be welcome at my place.

Maybe I could invite them and leave out the boyfriend part?

I've spent most of my adult life in the desert, and then I was stuck for two years in a rainy place. It's going to be nice to be a little dry again.

I'm Mulan Hua, formerly of Her Majesty's Royal Army. I teach football. Soccer as most of you call it.

My therapist is going on an extended vacation. Maybe it's for the best. I finally blurted out all the fairytale dream stuff, and I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm actually crazy. Hopefully the day improves.

Is there anything more pleasant than an unexpected cupcake on your desk? It's my receptionist's birthday, and she brought in treats for us. I'm really glad I hired her, she's been an amazing help. I couldn't do what I do without her.

And right now what I'm doing is eating a cupcake and playing a game on my phone until my next appointment. Ah, bliss.

Congratulations, scientists have taught monkeys to move robotic arms with their minds. They're so far behind me it's laughable. Hah hah!

It won't be long before you're all fat.

I feel so much older than I am (not that that's a bad thing). At least my birthday was nice.

...so I woke up married this morning.

I guess one of the good things about living in CA is that I can were something like this on Halloween and not freeze my ass off.

I believe that last night has heralded my entry into the so called Dreamer's club. At first it was very charming, actually - I dreamt of my own birth into a wealthy family, in what I think in English is called Renaissance times. Leonardo da Vinci was a friend of my dear mother's. I even had two brothers and a sister, as I do here.

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I am not too proud to say I was terrified as I awoke.

I'm beginning to wonder how this place isn't swarming with men in black suits taking in everyone who's had one of these dreams. I know I've only scratched the surface and-

You don't see things that are right in front of you. I see it all the time in my clients, but I never thought to ask why someone would bother to dye their eyelashes. I wonder what else I've seen and rationalized away, and how close to disaster all the dreamers really are.

It's funny think that people who've had these dreams call themselves that. It feels like everyone else must just be in a dead sleep not to notice them.

I apologize for rambling, but I feel like this is a sentiment other people might share.

I'm alive. I have a lot of scars and one giant one on my stomach. Guess I'll never be in a bikini again. Or have a boyfriend.

Dreams officially suck, and I want them to stop.

Fucking Yukio out there somewhere?

Dreams growin' progressively more annoyin' again.

Allora. Valarnet, please consider this my call for patients. While most of my time is taken up by my work at UCLA, I do see patients three days a week. It is a welcome respite from my clinical duties.

The only stumbling block for some is that I cannot prescribe. Under your laws, only psychiatrists may give medicines, while I am a psychologist. If this does not trouble you, and you wish for someone to talk to, please contact me.

So, I've been putting this off for awhile, but a lot of people have been telling me that I should talk to someone since my parents died. I just don't want some shrink or whatever telling my aunt and uncle how screwed up I am, but I'm not eighteen yet, so I don't know if I can even talk to someone without their consent since they're technically my guardians now.

So, ah, a friend suggested I come on here and say hello, as people were nice here. Seems like we all need a little bit of nice in our lives, yeah? So, yes.

I'm Bruce Banner, part of the Genesis Think Tank, and I mostly work, watch corny old movies, and fiddle with chemistry sets as a hobby.

...hi?

I didn't think it was possible to feel this sick and still be alive.

In other news, my therapist picked a hell of a time to skip town. Time to hunt another one down, I guess. I've never really been the therapy type, but I'd have to be an idiot to turn away that kind of help in my current state.

OOC Note: Possible Triggers for Medical Stuff in the comments

Ah, I finally found the network some of my clients have been talking about. It looks interesting, and I could use a new way to meet friends.

I'm Jean Grey, I've been in Irvine for a few years now, but I'm originally from Westchester, New York. I'm a psychiatrist, and I have a sun conure named Jacob. My hobbies include video games, training my bird, and watching medical dramas.

Just got an e-mail from my mother saying that she and Dad have decided not to come for a visit until after the holidays. I am amazingly relieved.

Does anyone else have family they love and respect, yet don't particularly wish to spend time with? If so, any advice on managing them?