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When you meet someone who turns you into a complete blubbering idiot, and you marry them, and they still turn you into a complete blubbering idiot.

No mess is complete without a questionable pregnancy scandal. That's also when you're absolutely sure your dreams have been elevated to a 'soap opera' platform even further, and my general anger towards it has dissipated into apathy. Wonderful. Zelena is a cunt, and I will now be the aunt of Robin Hood's child.

Among other things.

I've also had the pleasure of dealing with this nonsense across the street at night - what the hell were they thinking? I'd hoped the zombies that came to life on their lawn would deter them from putting up more things that make me claw my eyes out, but that's my mistake for putting faith in humanity's taste.

Now, unless I've been wandering in a hazy hallucination for days, then all of this madness is real. A bit much to welcome a newcomer with, especially one who has crossed the ocean just to settle in this lovely corner of the world, but as a person living in the States for the first time at least it's not boring. Yet. Is it ever?

Though I would welcome tips about the usuals - dirty pubs, mostly, but I'm collecting as much info as I can get about day-to-day life here and things to do. Which pretty face(s) wants to assist me there? I'm quite a sucker for a pretty face.

There are cardboard bats flying around the shelter. The cardboard bats I hung up in the common room. I wish I could say I'm surprised by this, but I'm not. Do you think I could shoot them down? Would that even work?

Okay so...

I have dreams, of a dream life. But in the dream life... I have dreams of another dream life. So, I have the equivalent of two fake lives in my head right now and this super weird feeling that something bad is going to happen. Like it can get much worse.

I mean, really. I almost said yes to marrying a flying monkey. What even...

Plus side, I actually have a moderately respectable gamer score. Score one for raising the kid in at least one life.

Just want to say Happy World Teacher's Day to all the teachers here. In my dreams I was a teacher so I felt like I couldn't overlook today.

A bloody bow and arrow with a horn. What am I supposed to do with this?

Had more dreams about Neverland. We were able to get a message to Henry, so he knows that we're there to rescue him, but we're still figuring out a plan. I'm hoping we rescue him soon so we can get back to Storybrooke, because I'm more than ready to leave Neverland and never look back. I mean, I know we eventually rescue him cause of the others who are all ahead of me, but I can't wait till it happens for me.

According to pops I'm supposed to know what my future is already without college. According to college I'm supposed to go in knowing what that is.

I don't even know what's for dinner and my pops is deciding my future is and always will remain accepting the dojo no matter where we are.

I don't know what my future is. Wanting to find out and questioning is apparently being a disgrace to his name. Don't I get a say?

Okay, these dreams have just officially ruined a childhood favourite for me.

Urgh. I hate jungles. I hate camping. I hate coconuts.

Screw it, I hate Neverland.

I'm ready for classes to start back up again. Perhaps teaching will give me the inspiration I need to get back into writing.

Even though it's over, I'd assume anyone under its power would at least like to know the name of the spell - Shattered Sight. Consider it a dream bleed over in a way, and it did exactly what it was meant to do: turn you against your loved ones to destroy one another. Fortunately for us, it was stopped before it went that far. File that under the list of 'dream baggage occurrences,' as we've had plenty.

Public announcement aside, gaudy Disney Villains have graced my dreams, Robin Hood and his family are no longer in the picture, but neither is Rumpelstiltskin. How fitting, though I doubt we've seen the last of him there. We're never quite that lucky.

( Private to Emma )

It's always a little confusing when I have a dream about Storybrooke and the Enchanted Forest in the same dream. Well, this time it was Neverland and the Enchanted Forest. We're still looking for Henry in Neverland and got attacked by Peter Pan and his Lost Boys. Then we went looking for Tinkerbelle to see if she would help us find Pan's hideout cause he kept moving his camp.

In the Enchanted Forest, Regina wanted me to give up my claim to the throne and leave The Enchanted Forest and I was going to do it, but David convinced me otherwise. He reminded me who I really was and that I couldn't leave my people so I was then determined to stand up against Regina. Of course, he kind of tricked me to get me to do it, but he meant well.

Ever woken up revolted by your own wardrobe? Oh, but no worries, I found a couple things that were just perfect.

I missed being me.

Bitten by the dream bug again, how lucky of me. Well. I suppose I should be thankful they haven't turned into some ridiculous musical, but if I sit down and watch the entire Disney collection and assume everyone's somehow intricately related and backstabbing each other, it'd be a very accurate reflection of the kind of bullcrap I just woke up from.

And, of course, there's that very awkward moment when someone's kiss of 'true love' is supposed to remove a curse from their wife, and it fails. For even more awkward reasons.

I'm in dire need of caffeine being directly injected in my veins, thank you.

Well being back in Storybrooke didn't last long, now did it? I'm starting to wonder if, now that the curse is broken, if we'll ever had normal lives again.

First, Regina went missing and at first we thought maybe she'd left with the magic beans, but then we found out that she'd been kidnapped when Gold gave us a potion that would allow me to see everything she saw. She was being tortured and it was the worst pain I'd ever felt. We finally found her only to find out that we all might die cause of something she'd done. We were all going to escape to the Enchanted Forest after that in order to survive, but once Henry found out that Regina was going to sacrifice herself to give us time, he wouldn't hear of it and I had the idea to use one of the beans to make a portal and throw the fail safe into it. It was too good to be true of course, because Hook stole the beans and it looked like we had no other choice, but Emma helped Regina and saved the day. Our happiness was very short-lived though when we found out Henry had been taken and we had to go to Neverland to save him.

I can only assume that it's not going to be easy once we get to Neverland.

These dreams though have shown me that I may have been far too quick to judge Regina here. And as usual they make me miss David even more.

I thought my dreams were over, but, at the very least, I'm still getting gifts from them. The rest of my armor is here. I'm like a proper knight now. I guess I'll have to find somewhere to display it. It doesn't seem like the sort of thing you bury in the back of a closet.

Well folks, we did it. Damon and I have been approved to open a three story club called "Purgatory". The basement is going to be a teen hangout with zero alcohol, the main floor is going to be a night club and the third level is going to be an upscale jazz lounge. We are very excited to be starting on this project, but Ciao Bella will always be my baby.

Has it even been a month since the vampires? Someone knows how to handle this, right? I doubt my bow and arrows would do much damage against this thing so I'm just going to wait it out at the shelter. If anyone needs a place to stay, you're more than welcome at the shelter too.

If I could stop dreaming about my own death, that would be ideal.

My dreams can be so confusing when they switch between Storybrooke and The Enchanted Forest in the same dream. Sometimes it takes me a few minutes after I wake up to separate them. It's so disorienting.

I might have woken up a bit ago and smashed every single ticking clock in my house.

Can't say I regret it.

I absolutely have the best daughter and brother in the world.

Not only did I get eggs, bacon, pancakes and fruit this morning but I got the cutest mothers day card too.

Apparently Kira asked Fe if they could do American Mothers Day for me since we live in America now. I'm feeling pretty loved right now.

A panic attack is not the ideal way to wake up. It's times like this that I wish David were here.

I'm pretty sure that the Baltimore State Hospital For the Criminally Insane is the shittiest place to be, if only because the man in charge of it is such a fucking hack.

Our all-woman version of the Scottish Play will be wrapping up soon. Sadly our Macbeth will be leaving for New York once it's all done. I'll miss her more as a friend than a castmate, honestly.

Is there a Ruby Lucas on the network?

Because, hi, I'm Astrid, and your fiance woke up in my boyfriend's body and do you know where, by any chance, said boyfriend is?

Most awkward morning ever.

Apparently April 11th is Corgi Beach Day at the Huntington Dog Beach. Never in my life have I wished I had a corgi more. They're so adorable with their short legs and big ears. Only problem is, I don't have the time for a dog. Although, I might have to go by the dog beach to see them. Is that strange?

With the intensity of Macbeth, it really is a relief to be able to focus just on that now. These have been the longest two weeks of

[Friends | Family]
Well that's done. It seems the police have caught the man who was following me and things are able to go back to normal. Or normal for here. Anyway, one less thing to worry about.

I fell asleep in the shower today.

It's time for Mary Margaret's blond moment of the day. I pulled into the Shelter this morning and sat there for a few minutes before going in and I had only put my foot on the break so I then proceeded to try and turn off the car without putting it in park. I have never done that before. I was glad that no one else was around to witness it.

[Image behind cut! food porn]

You know, I always wondered how I'd die.

I always knew it probably wouldn't be pretty. I won't be in bed surrounded by fat grandchildren with a tub full of jell-o beside me, because by then I would have lost all my teeth and I'd have a gelatin diet. I thought I'd probably get shot. Or I'd do some epic suicide mission with a bunch of explosives strapped onto me. You know, heroic crap.

But now I know how I'm going to go. And the way I'm going to die is by eating these for breakfast for the next couple years. ( BEHOLD )

And I'm really, really okay with that. Just let me go the way I was meant to.

I had thought my dreams were at an end. I mean, my own death feels like a pretty solid ending, one would think?

But they've started again. I don't know quite how it happened, only that I managed to not only escape the crocodile that was attempting to swallow me whole, but I killed it, stuffed it, and used it as a clock. For irony's sake, I suppose.

Pan never came after me again. In fact, he started spending longer and longer stretches of time away from Neverland. As it turns out, he'd found a reason to stay in London. He'd found a wife.

Peter Pan, grown up. Who would have thought it.

I'm not really rooting for any team tomorrow but I went out and grabbed some snacks and some beer. The commercials should at least be good. They haven't let me down in the past.

[Private to Friends]
I picked up way more wings than I can eat. They were on a deal that was too good to pass up. Feel free to come hang out if you want to watch the Super Bowl.

Because I needed to relive those memories. Thanks.

[Gwen]

Feel like grabbing a bite?

I just came home to find my bow and arrows from the Enchanted Forest dreams. I'm kind of really excited about this. I haven't done anything with them yet, cause I don't want to accidently break any appliances like a certain Prince Charming did when he got his sword, but I'm looking forward to seeing if I just know how to use them or if I need to learn.

So this is where I go to talk about dreams, right? And talking about it is supposed to help maybe?

I've got nothing to complain about who I am in these dreams, because to be quite honest, I'm an adorable kid.

( Cut for discussions of slavery and child abuse - still open to everyone )

Those might have been the worst dreams I've had yet. In the Enchanted Kingdom, my mother died and I blamed myself, because I thought that the Blue Fairy had given me a chance to save her, but it would have used dark magic, but it turned out that it was really Cora in disguise, knowing that I wouldn't do it, because my mother had raised my to be good. Then she killed our maid in Storybrooke after I gave her and Regina the Dark One's dagger, because I believed it would save Johanna. I vowed to kill Cora after that and I don't like it. Nothing good can come of that. I hope to god that someone stops me before it's too late.

If anyone feels the need to fess up in stealing my car, feel free to do so.

I promise I'll be quick to forgive. In the form of cutting your goddamn spleen out instead of outright murdering you.

While a five show run is rare, it was still well received and the proceeds went to a good cause.

Though not having any auditions lined up is rather strange. It's been nearly a year since I haven't been involved with a show in some capacity or another.

[Percy]
Thank you for accompanying me to the cast part the other night. I hope you enjoyed yourself?



[The performance was a five show run of Finding Neverland, from Dec 27 - Dec 31, as a charity benefit for a children's hospital for anyone who might have gone. She would have posted about it but life got in the way.]

I'm not ready for 2015.

I should have known that was too good to last.

I can still feel it, which is the worst part.

Pajama day at work!

Can I just skip Christmas this year? K. Thanks.

Last night I dreamt that Hook told us there was still a way back to Storybrooke and that a giant had it. So, Emma, Mulan, Aurora, Hook and I found the beanstalk to the giant and Emma went with Hook while the rest of us kept watch. I ended up talking to Aurora about her trouble sleeping since her sleeping curse, which I was familiar with, having been under my own sleeping curse. I promised to keep watch over her while she slept so that nothing would harm her. After Emma was gone for ten hours, Mulan tried to start cutting down the beanstalk, but I wouldn't allow her to do it. I couldn't lose Emma again, but luckily Emma got back just at that moment. I have no doubt that I would have stopped Mulan, bodily, if I had to.

I'm glad that I haven't had the nightmares that I did in the dreams after the sleeping curse I was under here. Who wants to dream about a red room with no way out that's on fire? Certainly not me.

Family gatherings. As chaotic and insane as ever but its still a good time. I am happy to be home. A little television or a movie and some hot cocoa with cinnamon is the perfect way to end the night I think. I think I will decorate next weekend.

Any movie suggestions?

Finally finished cleaning up from Thanksgiving yesterday. There were so many leftovers from the Shelter dinner last night that there was plenty for everyone to have some for lunch and dinner today, if they wanted. I'm not sure how we're gonna be able to top last night for Christmas.

I understand now what David meant when he said he dreamt about needing to get his family home. The curse was finally broken, we got out memories back and then Emma and I accidently got sucked through a portal into The Enchanted Forest. Of course it wasn't the same Enchanted Forest that I remembered from before the Curse. We're still there, our one way home was destroyed and now we're in the company of Captain Hook. This can only end badly.

After reading the net this morning I've apparently dodged another OC bullet. Trade off seems to be I've gotten more dreams. And sadly no new gifts.

( cut for violent imagery, unfiltered )