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Other than the strange sickness that went around, September has been pretty good for me so far. We've moved into a new house and I started full time at Much Ado About Books. I am hoping the rest of the month goes as well.

I've decided not to care what it says about me, but I'm so glad pumpkin season is upon us. It's so hard to find a good pumpkin tea year round.

Anyone know any good drinking games?

I have a pet wolverine. A real one. He's not even mine, he's my dream clone's.

His name is Jonathan. I took him for a walk.

I got odd looks.

My dreams with my sister/clone have resumed. It's nicely domestic, except for memories of my.. father.

Then Squirrel Girl showed up at our door with a literal Wolverine.

I can't talk to Wolverines. I'm not that kind of Wolverine.

I did have another dream last night. This one was about my first day as an ANBU, and I was the youngest ever to join. I love how my father in my dreams reminds me of my obligation to our clan, they're wanting an 'in' with the village as they're planning a coup. I -- well, that doesn't exactly go well for them in the end.

One set of dreams wraps up and a new set starts soon after. Well okay then. I can't tell what is more strange though. Is it the fact I apparently have two older siblings in this set, or is it that I told my parents that I became an executive party planner after moving to the States and they actually believed it...

I suppose this should be interesting, to say the very least.

[Natasha]
In your dreams that were similar but different... was Maria Hill ever Director?

After quite a bit of work, I'm pleased to announce that Blue Dragon Tattoo Parlour is now open for business, and I'll be taking both walk ins and appointments.

Though, if you're looking for an infinity symbol on your wrist, you can go elsewhere.

How is it more than halfway through July already? This summer is moving awfully fast, and I feel like I blinked and it's nearly over. On the bright side, I'll have school work to keep me busy again.

And these dreams just get weirder and weirder. I swear, as a demigod, everyone is someone you should be weary of. They're always sniffing us out. You can't even talk to a lady and her dog without something happening.

I can hardly wait for the 16th. Christine and I get out of here and get our lucky butts to Paris. Paris, where, as far as I know, there aren't any monsters roaming the streets. Très formidable!

A day late. But yesterday was nice. It was my first real Father's day with my father.

I want to organize a group camping trip. Who would be interested?

Someone in one of my classes said that this was a good place to try and get to meet some new people. Here goes, I guess.

My name is Piper McLean, and I'm a college freshman at USC. Hi, I guess.

Crows are the fucking creepiest birds. Canadian crows are apparently creepier.

ARGGGH FINALS. ALMOST DONE.

The only good thing about waking up this early to finish studying is that I woke up from a good dream. It think it might be my last one for a while. Eugene and I have now gone back to the Kingdom of Corona after I saved him from death and I get to see my parents again with my lovely short brown hairdo. There was a weird bit of blurred time speeding up type stuff and I really hope I dream more about what happens now that I'm back, but it slowed down to let me watch Eugene proposing to me, the prep for the wedding, and then the actual ceremony.

I'm not surprised I got the typical Happily Ever After ending because it's cute and sweet and those two deserve it. I just want to know more - WHAT HAPPENS AFTER?!

Okay, I need to stop typing away on here and get back to finishing my studies. I can't wait for finals to be over and enjoy the summer!

I keep seeing my Mom die over and over in my dreams.

Maybe tonight they'll be better since mother's day is over.

Woooooow! There is a lot of crazy stuff going on right now. I am trying to avoid the scary dudes in the white armor, but my poor apartment might have gotten a few laser blasts to it.

However! There is one plus side. I saw this cute little droid wandering around outside my apartment and while I understand absolutely nothing that is coming out of her she won't leave me alone. I think I've made a new friend! I took a picture - it's behind the cut.
( Cut to save Flist - viewable to everyone )

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.

I dreamed that I had sisters, after I became the Wolverine. They made more of me. Bellona and Zelda and Gabrielle. This isn't the first time they did this, but this is the first time my sisters had.... will of their own. I have to save them, because they're dying. And they don't have my healing factor.

Dr. Strange couldn't help, so we stole an Ant-man suit so I could kill the nanites that were killing Zelda. I had help from an Avenger, but even though we saved her, Zelda was still shot by the people that made her.

We let them go, and tracked them back to their base. We did not aim to kill them, we are better than that. But that doesn't mean we were gentle with them or that blood did not spill.

We burned the data, and called in SHIELD to take them into custody. Bellona ... left. So it's just myself and Gabby now. Who is the worst she is at what we have to do. Which is a good thing.

...and I now have an ant-man suit and a High Mobility Multipurpose Wheeled Vehicle. Which is basically a light tank.

Has anyone else seen something so bad in their dreams that even when you woke up, you couldn't get that horrible image out of your mind?

How would one ask their significant other to move in with them? I've never done something like this before, but Vanessa spends enough nights at my house, that I feel it's the right thing to do. I'm simply lacking on how to go about it. I could either do something extravagant or something simple, but I don't know which. It's rather unnerving to be so unsure about something. Normally I don't even question how I'm going to do something, but this is different and I want it to be perfect.

Apparently it is the 120th anniversary of the First Modern Olympic Games today. It is interesting to see which events have been added or removed since then.

I like that Google tells you these facts each day.

THERE IS A HORSE IN THE PARKING LOT OF MY APARTMENT BUILDING.

AND IT'S MY HORSE. FROM MY DREAMS.

Okay, not mine since Maximus is his own horse, but he's my buddy in the dreams.

WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH A HORSE?!

[Neal]
Um....can I bring Maximus to the ranch?

Um....

Is anyone super skilled at hair braiding? Because I just woke up with the most hair in the entire world. Seriously - I looked up Guiness Book of World Records and measured my hair. This is insanity. It's thick and I don't know what to do with it anymore, but I'm scared to cut it.

Why am I scared? Well, I had more dreams and in them Eugene came to save me from my evil fake mother and in the process she stabbed in. So while he's bleeding out she tried to get me out of the tower and I refused until I could heal him. Thing is, when I went to heal him he used a shard from my broken mirror to chop my hair off, which turned it completely brown and the magic left me. Which in turn drains all the youthful magic in my fake mother and she ended up stumbling out of the tower window and dying. I continued to try to heal Eugene by singing and it wasn't working, but apparently there must be enough magic inside of me that when I cried the tears fell onto him and began to heal him again!

So, while I could still have my magic inside of me I'm not ready to take that risk yet and chop my hair off. So, now I just need something to assist me with all this extra weight and the massive tripping hazard it has become.

My dreams have turned into nightmares. It started with my father saying strange things that didn't make sense to me. Then he started doing terrible things and making me do terrible things.

I wake up feeling like I'm a monster he's a monster and hating myself him.

Can dreams turn people into monsters?

Backdated to late last night

Blocked from Rapunzel and Logan

Should I see if my girlfriend wants to move in together, or should I live with my father that I didn't know until last year but is actually the person I was cloned from in the dreams and we are very close?



Rapunzel

I am going on a trip. It should be a short one but I will miss you.

My nighttime soap opera isn't through yet. When I last dreamt I'd moved into an apartment with Nikki. Quite a lot has happened since then. In my last dream I set to vampire-proof our apartment with the skills Vasiliy taught me. Who should stop by for a visit but the man himself and our mutual friend Nora? They came to tell Nikki and me that vampires had broken into Vasiliy's apartment. Apparently the child we'd been living with let them in. His mother is one of the sentient ones. Anyway, Vasiliy and Nora were going to tell a politician that Red Hook was no longer vampire-free and they wanted me to come with, but Nikki was hesitant to let me go so... But then on their way out Vasiliy complimented my welding. It made me feel so happy. I never get compliments like that from Nikki in the dreams. I think when I was welding the only thing I got from her was "You look so gay doing that." It was said in humor, but it's still a far cry from a compliment.

Anyway, I've got a bad feeling about vampires getting into Red Hook. We worked so hard to clean them out. If they're coming back, they'll come back with a vengeance.

REY! POE!

I'M SO NOT A BAD GUY IN THE DREAMS!

I dreamt of the attack on the village in Jakku, but I didn't fire on any of the villagers. I just couldn't. It was like the mining thing all over again, just gunning down innocents in the name of the First Order. I think I was hoping Phasma didn't notice again but when we got back, she asked me to turn in my weapon and ordered me to reconditioning. She knows.

I lost Slip though. He got killed in all the chaos. Poe...I think you shot him. :( I got to him just as he died. When I got back to base, I noticed he left a bloody hand print on my helmet; I was totally freaked out. But GUYS! I totally BAILED ON THE FIRST ORDER! I busted out Poe and we stole a TIE FIGHTER!!! (just like you said, Rey) It was so badass! This all makes more sense now!

Haven't dreamt in a few nights. This is a good thing. There's something really nice about a full night of dreamless sleep, especially when you're working a typically draining 9-to-5. What was really great about today, though, was lunch. I told the intern to get me something small and sweet and to surprise me and he brought me back a cup of rice pudding from this Greek place a block away. It had cinnamon sprinkled on it. I'm telling you, part of me didn't want to eat it. It looked fit for being photographed.

But of course I ate it. It was delicious. First time having rice pudding, but not the last, that's for sure.

So I finally get a night to pass out before the sun comes up and then I get a trippy dream? Maybe I should lay off all the girl scout cookies.

What do they put in those things?

How can fog make it hard to breathe? Was it polluted?

STAY AWAY FROM THE FOG

Something is wrong with it and it will hurt you. If you end up getting hurt and need someone to heal you, please feel free to contact me.

It's really weird dreaming about stuff then having it happen pretty much right after. I feel like I should apologize on behalf of myself and my friends cause what's happening right now is from our dreams. Hopefully no one has gotten hurt from any of this. Especially with the mutts yesterday. Annie and I ended up killing two at my place so now I need to replace one of my kitchen windows. Of course that's small in comparison to what could have happened.

I've been on the edge of my seat ever since the mutts, waiting for the sound of canons. This whole thing needs to stop now.

I realized that I haven't posted about my dreams lately, but I definitely had some more. So, after arriving in the kingdom Flynn and I had this super romantic evening on a boat in the water watching the lanterns float into the sky. I may be obsessed with painting this right now because it was such an amazing sight and I don't have warm fuzzy feelings towards a dude in my dreams. nope. Unfortunately that was as good as it got for the moment because I gave him his crown and satchel back, but then we spotted the two goons he had stolen it with. He went to go give it back to him and then disappeared. He took the crown and ran!

My mother saved me and I went back to the tower. While there I finally manage to put together that I am the lost princess! Yeah, that's right, I am a PRINCESS. That revelation leads up to a giant fight between my mother and I. The last thing I dreamt about was my mother hitting me and chaining me up to hold me hostage and hearing Flynn call for me from outside the tower.

What. The. Hell.

Hi. I'm Abigail and I've decided to give this network a try. I go to UCI and work at the bookstore there.

Who else is on this thing?

Any other students? I've probably helped a few of you find textbooks.

Hello. I am Milady. I am new to the Orange County and am looking for work. Also I am looking for somewhere better to live as my current place of residence is a motel room. I need something more peramanent.

-Milady Anne de Breuil

I have successfully survived Superbowl 50 at the ER without a single loss of life.

Somehow? I feel as if I should be the one getting awarded a winners' ring. I did a lot more than run around in tight pants trying to protect a pigskin.

All right folks, Valentine's Day is next weekend. For the love of god, buy condoms and practice a little caution? I don't want to see any of you in the clinic come Monday.

I totally forgot the superbowl is this weekend until the memo came around for those working. I have to admit last year it was nowhere near as bad as I expected, I've seen way worse after a football game at home.

But to anybody watching and celebrating be careful :)

There's a lot of weird shit going on and I'm completely over it.

But, I wanted to make a public service announcement that if you get hurt you are more than welcome to come to my place and I'll heal you. Or I can come to you. Just don't make me get lost in the fog.

Okay, so this is gonna sound completely crazy, but stay with me. I was going to post this earlier, but I had to go to class and now I've just been putting this off. I swear I'm not crazy!

ALRIGHT. I had more dreams. Big deal, you're thinking, but you're totally wrong. So Flynn Rider and I ran off and got into a bit of a situation and he ended up getting injured. So, I decided to just show off my magical healing powers and once we were out of the situation we explained things. I told him about the hair and how it works and he told me about his past and that his real name is Eugene (side note: this is hilarious because I'm from Eugene, OR). So, then my mother shows up and warns me that he only wants his crown and blah blah. But of course I don't truly listen to her and I continue along with Flynn as we make our way to the kingdom (!!!).

Okay, now that we're caught up on here. I was singing the little healing song like usual just to test it out and didn't expect anything. WELL SURPRISE, my hair started glowing and I basically tripped over myself and busted my ass on the kitchen floor. So, of course I needed to see if this was just a fluke and I cut my hand a little bit and did it again. MY HAIR IS ACTUALLY HEALING.

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I have glowing magical healing hair!

Whoever said 'Sweet Dreams Are Made of This' - They were wrong.

I already know it was Annie Lennox and the Eurythmics, by the way.

They were really, really wrong.

I have mixed feelings in the choices of relationships for myself in my dreams. On the one hand I think it might have been okay, but on the other hand he's getting too clingy and overprotective.

Wolverine is scary. Wolverine on fire is even scarier and I had it under control. He needs to accept that sometimes I'll be aflame, or dismembered, or shot in the head.

I get better.

Day two of sobriety. It still sucks. Yesterday we cleaned out all the cupboards and ever since I've been opening and closing them like booze is magically going to appear.

I have support but it's one of the hardest things I've ever done and I'm only two fucking days in. It gets easier, right?

Oh my gosh! My dreams can be so exciting and strange at the same time!

So... My mother left the tower and what happens not long after? A man climbs into my tower. But I am super handy with a frying pan and I take him out. I tied him up (with my hair, wat.) and figured out he wasn't after me and my special powers, so at least there's that. But of course I had a major crisis about it and discovered he had a crown in a satchel. Unfortunately, my mother decides to come back to the tower and I have to stuff him into the wardrobe, but at least I managed to not tell her about him because we once again have a fight about leaving the tower. So, I end up convincing her to go on a trip to get paints for my birthday and she reluctantly agrees, which allows me to bring the man back out of his wardrobe and interrogate him (Seriously, I am so handy with a frying pan).

I manage to convince him to make a deal with him that I'll set him free if he takes me to see the lights, which leads up to the best part. I FINALLY LEFT THE DAMN TOWER. Cue existential crisis about disobeying my mother, but so excited to be out of the tower. Flynn (the guy) decides to take me to this place called the Snuggly Duckling for lunch and imagine my surprise when we step inside and it's like a Vikings biker bar. There's a bit of a scuffle, but I manage to make the men stop and implore them to let Flynn live so he can take me to see the lanterns because it's my dream, and haven't they ever had a dream?

Cue a song. Yeah, seriously. It was hilarious. Unfortunately, a couple guards show up and we have to leave and that's where I was when I woke up. But now I have this song stuck in my head and it makes absolutely no sense outside of the dream.

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!

So, what are the rest of we family-less bastards going to do on the holidays? it's my first christmas alone ideas are good.

So.....

I woke up this morning to get ready for my final and there was a small green creature staring at me. I was just about to scream and scramble, but then I realized it's my chameleon, Pascal, from my dreams! I can't believe he's here and he's just as cute as I remember.

He's currently in my backpack because I didn't have time to do anything else with him and I don't want to leave him alone in my apartment. So, now I have to ask, does anyone know how to take care of a chameleon??

Also, hair update: Definitely growing. It's a lot longer then it was at the beginning of the month and I'm a little scared to cut it.

Anyone interested in purchasing a motorcycle? I'm getting a new one, and looking to sell my 2011 Yamaha Stryker.

Also, anyone have any good book recommendations? I got rid of my cable, and looking to read more, but not sure of anything I'm looking for in particular.

Fuck these dreams. I already hate them.