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I'm sure you lot have noticed the clear and sunny skies this morning. Hopefully all the missing things have been returned.

I don't post a lot on here, but Lina is was my girlfriend. She stopped the chaos and the storm from continuing but she didn't make it through.

I'll be putting together a memorial service for her, for next weekend. It'll be at [name of Indian restaurant] she would have wanted loads of food-- It's where we had our first date--. I'm renting it out for the whole day. If you knew her or were friends with her feel free to drop by. In lieu of flowers and things, she wanted any monetary contributions to go to the OC's magic guild.

( Private to Booker DeWitt )

( Private to Edward Elric )

My reality is nothing but blackness while my dream world burns. Nothing like a double dose of world destroying chaos to push you through your week.

At least in my dreams there's a general idea of how to fix it. Because it's my fault Which is you get the big guy to swing his hammer around a bit and shout at people until they do things. I mean. It works. And Asgardia lived happily ever after, the end, blah blah blah.

I think I ate a bird though Oh and now I have a magpie to go with my hel pup. That's pretty legit. Just me and my evil menagerie.

PS. People who should never rule a realm: Volstagg The Voluminous. What a gong show.

So, note to self: when presented with an Infinity Stone, knock the Collector's crazy assistant away before she can grab the thing.

Because DAMN. Infinity Stones are ridiculously powerful. Like, 'let's blow up half of Knowhere' powerful.

Life goals.

I'm going to get in some much trouble in these dreams. While I am definitely kicking ass and taking names I'm also doing this double agent thing. I know it's going to come and bite me in the ass. It doesn't help that I've been recruited to do this by a dear friend, whom I wish I could punch in the nose because of it. Sorry Tony, your father is a prat some days.

I must say though that I managed to make a couple of really good friends and discover a lot of crazy inventions. The item I almost wish was real in this world is a vial of Steve Roger's blood, but this world doesn't need the ability to potentially create another Super Soldier.

I really need a vacation. Someone make me go on vacation before my cousin's baby arrives.

Oh, yay, more dreams~

It's been a while. These ones are extra strange. Somehow - and I'm about 91% sure it's not entirely my fault - all us gods are just normal people. Like, it's weird. Thor is a mechanic (I laughed), Fandral runs a bar, I think Hogunn runs a deli? Naturally Volstagg runs a bakery and THERE IS NEVER DONUTS because he eats them all. But there's some X-Men who live in the neighbourhood and somehow I have to help them fix it all, even though I'm some kid.

But like. A kid who needs a life? Because apparently for Halloween I dressed up as Wolverine but I had to use spoons because I wasn't allowed to tape knives to my hands. Rude.

I should not be allowed on the internet for long periods of time by myself. It leads to me buying awesome but useless things like this shirt.

I fear this website may soon take all my money

Hokay this is really freaking weird, but I started dreaming the same but different.

I've lost track of how many times I've seen Avengers Age of Ultron.

I think it's twelve.

Also, Tony totally has the best lines.

Yeah, okay, like I needed more dreams.

Okay.

I now own the best backpack ever.

And I am not even remotely sorry. Not. Even. Remotely.

shit, I got too stoned

That moment when you make an abundance of macaroni stuffed baked potatoes wrapped in bacon, and then you eat it. Like, all of it. I am, for once, genuinely concerned about my health but at the same time, regret nothing?

Does chewing on salad counter-act all that, or should I just not even try?

Today's the best! I have my body back, and I dreamed I kicked Thanos' butt. (It was as easy as you'd think it'd be for me.) Well. Tippy-Toe helped! And Utau confirmed it and everything, so you're welcome, galaxy!

I think I'm gonna celebrate by eating some Gushers and hanging out in the tub with a good book.

You know what? I'm actually used to all this OC BS by now. Like, it's inevitable. I never get overlooked by the weird body changing stuff. At least I'm totally someone a little bit cool I guess.

Okay, but, bigger problem. So I guess I'm still dreaming as me? Which is a bit comforting. Except that of all people in the world to rebuild Asgard, the All Mother picked Tony Stark!? Like now I have to live in this totally cool high tech world of Asgardia constant reminder that he's a person that exists. :(

It's only been a day and already I miss my essence of soft femininity. Balls get in the way of everything.

There are just so many things I don't understand about being a man. How long is this going to last? Is my client file management system at the firm going to get messed up because it's not me there oh god I'm having a panic attack!!

I dreamed about a boy with raven black hair.

We met at school. I got glimpses of our childhood together. Growing up, mostly at my grandmother's house. Eating in diners in high school. Planning to form a band together.

When I woke up, I felt like there was a part of me missing.

I wonder if I'll meet that boy some day.

So, I survived the battle of New York. And that's where the Schawarma love comes from, is it?

Things I got today: a Hel-hound puppy!

His name is Thori. No news yet if he breathes fire and spits out vicious death threats but I'm pretty sure he does.

Last night marked the third night in a row I've had to sleep on the floor and for a couple seconds after I woke up, I thought I was still on some planet called Jotunheim.

If there's one thing these dreams love to echo, it's this: villains don't get happy endings, even if they're no longer the villain.

I must be working myself too hard. I had a dream about being a prince of Asgard.

As a native New Yorker I have to admit it chafes a little bit when your boss decides you have to move to Southern California. Even when your best friend in the world is here. (Hey, Buck.) There are just so many things that California does not have. Public transit. Seasons. And no disrespect, California, but you wouldn't know a good pizza if it bit you on your ass--and good pizza definitely bites you on your ass.

Also, I still haven't forgiven you for stealing the Brooklyn Dodgers. I don't care if it was 70 years ago. What kind of Brooklynite would I be if I forgave a thing like that?

Anyway. It's that other Brooklyn guy's fault that I'm signed up for this thing. What self-respecting 20-something guy needs to talk about his dreams in some online community? This one, apparently.

I had protestors outside my office this afternoon. It proved entertaining.

I hate when you get Chinese food, and you try to mix your rice with your noodles but they've given WAY too many noodles for a satisfying noodle:rice ratio.

And no. I don't want to eat the noodles on their own.

I guess I'll have to.

I. Am. So. Bored.

Please, someone, anyone, let's go cause a scene or two tonight.

I don't know why people can't seem to get that 'herbal remedies' don't mean marijuana. It doesn't mean I'll have it next week, either.

When I say I sell homegrown things, it means I have an herb and vegetable garden. I'll sell you a tomato, or some mint, but that's all I have.

Please stop asking. Especially grabbing me after I close up for the night, that just makes it uncomfortable for everyone.

Ever dream of someone and miss them real bad?

I never thought California temperatures would feel like a relief, but so far this is a heck of a lot more pleasant than Zambia was. No complaints here.

Doctor Bruce Banner. I'm new in town, so I thought I'd say hi. This is me saying hi!


[Filter to Tony Stark]
Hey there, pal. Remember that time you offered me a job, like fifteen years ago?

Okay, so this asshole is pretty much akin to a magician giving away all his fellow magicians' secrets, except for archers.

I hope the Avengers never find out. I'll probably lose my superhero status.

How do you explain to your family

Being a woman is one thing

Why does this always happen to me, it's not like I'm a

It's very hard to keep up with all the spinning plates in my dreams when I am always becoming not me. I guess after you sigh about being thirty most people wouldn't mind being a good ten years younger.

I'm so over this place.

Turning thirty is trying enough, I feel, without having to dream of being a child. I suppose it's the price one pays when you cheat Hel and fate.

W e l l it's almost time for that annual stampede we call Black Friday.

(Ready your combat boots, Verity!)

I don't have any special sales going on, I learned that lesson the first year I was open. So much broken merchandise! Does Little Timmy need a toy that badly, hmmm?

n o, he does not.

Still, it's almost fun, isn't it? Almost like -- like those gladiators in Ancient Rome or something. Watching people go c r a z y, elbowing each other out of the way to get the best deal. So barbaric!

But I avoid the carnage as much as possible in my own store. Privately owned and all, I have to pay out of pocket for damages. Such a nuisance.

I've been noticing everything lately. No really. This guy spit on the ground like 3 miles behind me and I heardit happen. It's creepy. Normal Pete, Normal.

Insomnia is fun. Only when it's not and I draw weird stuff instead. Everything is spider-themed. I'm just going to go ahead and blame Halloween instead.

Speaking of, Pumpkin Oreos were not so spectacular...

Well I for one am glad that we don't live close to Wasco. I'm not one to be scared of clowns, but this reminds me of a horror movie.

Well I'm completely pants at technology, but let's give this a try anyway.

Hello, name's John Constantine. Recent transplant from London, by way of Nevada. Looking for a kindly shop owner to let me stand in front of their store and do a few card tricks without calling the police on me, like. Any takers?

My house feels impossibly empty now that Fandral's left to pursue some project overseas. It's taken some weeks to get used to. Fortunately I've my own pursuits to fill my time with. I'll be taking my leave of the stage for the foreseeable future, and taking up a rather unsuspected position here in Orange County.

Funny, how things turn out, isn't it?

The dreams continue to be eventful as always. There's nothing quite like bringing about a siege of Asgard just to be written entirely out of the books. Quite a plot for ultimate freedom, that.

Thanks to that sleeping bullshit I got stuck in the hospital for another four days. You want to hear about hallucinations and nightmares? Let's all remember that a thousand stuffed animals were still starin' at me with their little beady plastic eyes the entire time. Anyone ever seen a cartoon movie called Akira? Look up the damn scene where the animals come to life. I dare you to sleep peacefully after that shit.

[Loki]
You didn't do your usual thing where you get out in public with your gigantic golden staff and take credit for the misery of thousands, so I'm guessing you didn't actually have anything to do with this one?

And how would you like to work for me? Hysterically funny, right? But I got a department that could use a guy like you at the helm of it.

[Nat]
That Barton ain't MY Barton, is he?

To the helpful potion maker on this network who so kindly offered me dreamless sleep potions: Your medicines have no effect here, neither on the latest issues, nor on my normal 'dreams'. As for side effects, I cannot distinguish them from a hangover. But you do get a gold star for trying.

In other (not related) news, it looks like the Diamond Form is back on.

These dreams are giving me a bit of a headache. Though on one hand, I did manage to use those Avengers perfectly to my exact design, one the other I can't believe my plans were nearly brought down because of a Midgardian. Will wonders never cease.

It's too bad there's little code between even villains, which is probably what one gets when trusting a man named Doctor Doom. And it's very good that even after all this time, Thor will apparently still come to my aid. What a fool.


[Private to Mara/Maleficent]

These explosions that have been happening. I can't help but get the nagging feeling that not all is what it seems with them.

My dreams have seen fit to rip my heart out. I'm in need of drink. I'm in no mood for laughter.


Loki

Did you know? What happened to mother? And you?

So. I finally met Captain America in my Dreams.

...awkward.

So Rocco said this is the place to be, and to be seen. I’m Gabe Torres, nice to meet you all.

I’m currently looking for any job that can utilize my degree in botany; in the meantime I’m workin' as a bouncer at a local nightclub. Because you know, those two things go together.

I'm from New York City so I don't know a damn thing about this place. Pointers?

I have discovered that certain kinds of trees are demanding little beasties.


Lina

Are you free this Tuesday?

I'm rather excited. In addition to my weekly performance in Los Angeles I've been asked to write a weekly horoscope column in the Orange County paper. In celebration anybody who brings in the column for the first month it's printed will get 20% off the admission to my psychic evening.

Oh I apologise I'm getting ahead of myself, for those who don't know my name is Vanessa Ives and I've recently moved to Irvine from the heart of LA.

I find it alarming how easily my plans fall into place in my dreams. Thor banished, Asgard relocating to Latveria, the Avengers still convinced I'm actually Scarlet Witch. Honestly, I thought the good-guys were meant to be relatively perceptive.

In much better news, I appear to be back to my old self.

My dreams seem to be becoming increasingly violent and disturbing. Perhaps the most disturbing part is that I find myself attempting to justify the violence I commit inside my dreams. I try to convince myself that there was no other choice, though I know logically that this is not true.

I am not a good man, in my dreams. My only sense of peace comes from my choice to be a good man, here.

Man, I am gettin' too damn old for this dream shit. There ain't enough old people on this network to complain about stuff with. I'm sittin' here in my office with the biggest cup of coffee I could find, daydreaming about the retirement I could have had.

I did not sign up for this crap. And who the hell am I to go playin' god with someone else's life like that?--

[ Loki of Asgard ]
I see you on my network, stirrin' up trouble and wearing ladypants. When the hell did you start wearing ladypants? The Loki _I_ met had a pair of balls or two. Probably more balls than half the people on my helicarrier, anyway.

You dream about this Avengers crap? Are you gonna start squashing us like ants under a boot? I'm just tryin' to be prepared for the next disaster over here.

Bored.

Superheroes - that is to say, female superheroes in particular - have very peculiar and impractical costumes, don't they?

I find it highly alarming that fewer people aren't panicking about the activity outside. I'll also overlook the enthusiasm with which people analyze their dreams.

This wouldn't have happened in Cambridge. I don't know if I should be glad or remorseful that I moved here.