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Life goals: Get to SDCC before I die. Anyone else wish they could go?

Well, since my first post on this here thing was more personal than a general hello, let me remedy that by saying 'hi' to all you fine OC folk. You certainly have a weird obsession with dreams on this thing, though. Not sure what that's all about.

Anyhow, name's Yondu.

Getting back in the pool for practice is always killer. Muscles that I didn't know could hurt hurt. I know though that it'll make me better in the long run, but it does get a little tedious after awhile. I guess all practice for any sport feel that way eventually though.

I think I severely underestimated what it would be like, exactly, to be pregnant in July. Flowy maternity dresses, mocktails, and homemade popsicles have been my lifesavers. I basically just feel like a hot water bottle and I've still got months to go.

Though it is interesting feeling him move more. Interesting to want to organize the nursery to oblivion and then cry when it doesn't look right. And to know that I'm gaining weight specifically for the purposes of 'maternal stores of fat.'

I also started my fourth set of dreams. Demonic monsters on a killing spree - this can only be a job for a ramshackle team of those who dabble in the occult, and I know just who I have to see to get that started. Turns out he is just as prickly there as he is here, but I think I would be worried if he wasn't.

Bastille Day really does have a different feel or meaning since dreaming of the French Revolution, especially three different times.

Oh well. After a week, we've finished doing commercial spots for Bandstand, which begins previews August 2 and opens the 9th and will run through the 4th of September. I'm quite excited for them as they turned out very well.

Promo #1

Promo #2

Not only that, there will be discounted tickets for those who have or currently are serving in the military, as well as free tickets during our last weekend as it corresponds with LA Fleet Week for those who have or are serving.

[Lalala, pretend it's Marguerite and not Laura Osnes, Orange County, not Broadway~]

If I was to start up a bi-weekly or monthly cooking class at Baxter Bakery, would anyone be interested?

I betcha my house smells better than your house.

So this coffee claims to be the world's strongest coffee. It's called Death Wish.

Challenge accepted.

The new Enterprise's shakedown cruise got hijacked by a crazed half-vulcan trying to find god.

I don't even know and I'm just going to ignore those dreams.

Possible peace with the Klingons, now that's more interesting. I'm uneasy, but is that for a legitimate reason or am I just so used to fighting them that I can't see any other relationship?

I feel like I keep waiting for something more when I wake up. Like something was supposed to happen and it hasn't. Mostly I don't remember dreams or if I do, it's something ridiculous like forgetting to stock things at work or not being able to find something. It feels strange waiting for something when you've never even considered it before.

Also I think I did something the other day, but I'm not really sure?

So in order to distract myself with something outside of work and school (which is almost over), tell me something new you've learned recently that really interested you or tell me your favorite terrible joke/pun.

Dream!me has really got to make better choices. Kronos is not the sort of friend you want to have. He's also not the sort of person you want to pledge allegiance to. He wants Thalia my friend to be his host, I guess? Or at least to have the power to take down Olympus and I'm supposed to aid him and Atlas in this, but I hesitated, so he told me if I didn't do it, I would be forced to be his host and suffer a fate worse than death. So that's great. Who doesn't want a fate worse than death? I'm pretty sure everyone's signing up for that. Definitely.

So of course, in an attempt to trick Annabeth my other friend, I carry the sky and wait once she's been captured and is brought to where we are. Then I trick her into taking it from me. I think she believes too much in my goodness, which is why she would do that. I think she believes she can help me, but she can't. I don't think anyone can I'm probably the worst friend to have in the dreams, honestly.

I have a son.

Liam Andrew Echolls was born May 15 at 720pm. He came in screaming and hasn't stopped. Well, not really screamins as much as demanding attention. I can't tell you how he knows when we want to sleep, but he does.

( Liam Andrew Echolls )

I think I need to lock my phone up somewhere when I drink, because despite me finally putting a password on my phone? DrunkMe likes buying SoberMe presents. I got a package this morning with a ten pound bag of gummy sharks, a pizza cutter shaped like a race car, and a tea strainer shaped like a manatee.

The school year is coming to an end, so what does that mean to me? A lot of my kids are graduating! So excited, but it also means a lot of work in getting the class ready for summer school and the new school year. A lot of decorating and trips to the arts and craft store for me for the next few weeks.

I'm not sure I'm a fan of being someone's backup plan. especially when that someone is the person whom attacked me and tried to turn me into a fucking werewolf.... This Peter hale is really starting to piss me off. Also, dream me knows something weird is happening, so she needs to stop acting so damn clueless, it's getting annoying.

That was quite an experience, though it allowed me to work with my biotics that have crossed over from the dreams. It felt damn good to let loose.

After all that excitement, if people wish to unwind and as a reminder, my club Afterlife is having its grand opening this weekend. If you're at least 18, it gets you into the club. There will be music all weekend. If you're 21, you can get into the other part of the club, the strip club. Bars are fully stocked, there will be plenty of alcohol to go around. And then some. It first opens on Friday, the the grand opening extravaganza lasts all weekend.

I guess we missed all the excitement over here on the other side of the world. I finally get a chance to check the network and there's a war going on?

Quit my job at the gym. I feel so much better now that I'm not walking on eggshells. Of course, job hunting has its own stresses. I'm wondering if I should try to find another gym or something else in the realm of the physical that's a little different? I don't know.

This dreamception shit's getting fucking annoying. Has anyone else woken up from this shit about as exhausted as you were when you fell asleep? Because I'm fucking exhausted and I dreamt about being fucking exhausted, so that's all I can figure on Also fucking Vargulfs

[Filtered to Esmeralda]

The police showed up and a woman from the US Fish & Wildlife department. Basically I'm fucked if she figures out I'm actually a werewolf. Fuck me.

This is seriously fucked. Christina told them I was a werewolf and they showed up to ask me all these fucking questions and now I can't even run away properly.

Roman and I are going to hunt the Vargulf. Oh. There's a Vargulf, which is basically the dangerous version of a werewolf that kills for fun and is the fucking worst.

I have managed to avoid accidentally exploding something today. I'm not sure if that's an accomplishment, but I'm choosing to believe it is. Now I just have to work toward only exploding things when I mean to explode them. Hopefully I don't need to mean to explode them, however. But I guess this place is the sort of place to do it.

Taste of Home will have a full Easter spread for dinner and a brunch too, for anyone who wants.

In a month, we are going to have a baby.

"No, honey, you are not even fat. I don't even notice." I'm so good at saying that.

Seriously though, I am so ready.

*Days after her voice mail to Rocket*

You know what sucks... Being lost in the woods....

I guess the Trump supporter must have had deep pockets or some kind of influence. Today all of the gym employees got a big speech about keeping politics out of the workplace to ensure that the gym patrons feel comfortable in the gym. My boss kept me after the speech to stress to me how important it was that I not make any more Trump jokes. I did tell him that it was one joke and he was understanding, but he still told me he wanted his gym to stay as neutral as Switzerland.

This is crazy.

I have roosters.

I have the plague and I have roosters.

This is not what I was expecting. Why can't I get Angus? Or the locks? I will even take the murder mystery doll house. Why do I keep getting all the animals Sherlock has ever had the notion to run across. If I get his bees, I'm selling them.

I can't believe it's almost April! We have a lot of exciting spring releases coming into the store in the next few months which should be brilliant and our little Valkyrie is growing so quickly, she's definitely a cheeky puppy but she's so cute you forgive her anything.

Does anybody else have exciting things planned for Spring?

Subject 89P13.

Guess that's what I was called when they did experiments on me. Dream me. Not me me.

And apparently I got a reputation in the universe. Figures.

We got caught, processed, and sent to this place called the Kyln. And I'm pretty sure dream me was already confident that I'd escape out of there.

Still... subject 89P13. I can see why I chose Rocket.

Everyone's alright, I hope? After that pretty interesting...interlude, from last week?

It's amazing that, in the OC, with the arrival of spring comes the desire to vacation far away from here. I'll take honeymoon suggestions, if anyone has them.

Because people who get married sometimes go on honeymoons. As of now, it's still sinking in that someone actually wants to marry me and go on a honeymoon, but I'll get there. I'm also not great at proposing, somehow the restaurant managed to catch fire that night, so I'm kind of glad I'll have to in theory do it only once.

Been awhile since my last dream update for the adventures of Kate Kane in World War 2.

After being rescured by Mera and Atlantis, we ended up in Zambesi. Not the first time I'd been to that country. I was there in my younger, naive days, apparently.

Old wounds dug up, old memories, betrayal, capture, giant mechanical animals. It was a party.

I never went to any dances when I was in high school. So to go to a formal in my dreams with this Stiles kid was kind of nice, even though dream me seems to be a bitch at times. I hope that changes. Still everything seemed fine until I went looking for asshole Jackson.

Getting attacked isn't fun. but waking up in extreme pain isn't fun either. Seems the attack mark i got in my dreams, i woke up to having in reality.

Has that happened to anyone before?

Is it possible to grow a garden on your windowsill? I'd like a garden, but I live in an apartment. Maybe just some herbs. It might be nice to have herbs around for cooking.

So... DO the dreams just keep repeating themselves? Because one specific scene keeps repeating at night.

Okay... SO I think I know what Scott meant my vivid dreams. Those were some insane dreams I had last night.

Also, seriously who the hell names their kid Stiles???? Dreams are crazy and last night was intense but oh well, that's what dreams are suppose to be. Just nit sure what it means to dream about werewolves?

Also, that Jackson guy is an asshole

Hello? Anyone here?

I googled 'couples crocodile wrestling' on a whim and found this. Sorry, Scott, but it looks like crocodiles are way more dangerous than I'd originally thought. We might have to rethink our couples crocodile wrestling idea. If they were a little less chompy I'd be all in, though.

I just saw La Boheme. What a tragic play! It made for an amazing date night, though. I think anything would make for an amazing date with Scott. Well, almost anything. I don't think I'd enjoy something like couples crocodile wrestling or something like that.

So plot twist in my dreams!

Apparently our enemy Mojo JoJo is entirely responsible for the creation of my sisters and I! The professor in the dreams had a pet monkey who was a rambunctious asshat and he caused the Professor to add the Chemical X into the perfect girl formula. And it was him! Poor stupid bastard.

I am very possibly literally spamming your little forum here, but I have like, no friends to text this to (wow how depressing is THAT statement) and it was of upmost importance that I shared this with ANYONE.

(I'm specifically looking at you, Scott, Scott McCall, local vet tech.)

They say distance makes the heart grow fonder but ... I dunno. Did I miss home? Sure. Am I glad to be back? I guess, but that's more because Orange County is Orange County and less because of home. Though there's something really, really great about not paying for my own food or room anymore. (Thanks, mom and dad.)

Anyway, now that I'm back, I figured I'd finally see why everyone is raving about this network. Like, not literally raving, but even before I left people were talking about it. I just never bothered because I didn't plan on hanging around much. Best laid plans, huh?

(PS hello I'm Loki)

Getting down to the wire now, or well, the last month finally. Part of me is ready while another isn't, but I guess that's a thing that all new moms experience. Right now I'm just enjoying every moment of peace I get and when I manage to find a comfortable position. Which, to be honest, it is not that often that I find a comfortable position.

Can anybody recommend any good dog training classes around? I think this would be a good time for Valkyrie to start attending them.

( Cut for Rogue One spoilers maybe? )

So one of my students forwarded me this link. I uh...I'm not quite sure what to make of it to be honest. I mean, how are they going to measure it?

Well, I have a new appreciation for all that men go through. JSYK, not that long ago I, uh... Didn't have this kind of equipment. If you know what I mean.

I have a new respect for my boyfriend and I kind of wish the OC would stop with the crazy.

Nothing of note to report on the dream front. On the pregnancy front things are going well, and progressing as they should be. I'm exhausted after working on Thanksgiving day, it was a short shift, and yesterday even though we weren't that busy. I'm just glad to have this weekend off to recuperate with my swollen feet propped up.

We did have a great Thanksgiving with my family though, and I'm thankful that I have them here.

It's 3am, I've a cup of hot cocoa and my fiance is asleep with her head in my lap.

I just thought I'd share that because she'll be mortified when she wakes up.

Places are already decorated for Christmas. Why do people rush into the holidays? Granted, I'm really looking forward to this Christmas, but I'm not ready for it a few days after I've recovered from Halloween!

Is there a point where it becomes creepy when you buy toys or something? I mean I get it, I'm an adult but damnit some of this stuff is way cooler than what I had when I was a kidlet!

Don't you judge me old lady cashier. Just scan my Monster High stuff and wish me a good day.

Well, I was gone, but I'm back again to the same house, and the same classes. And of course, the same dreams, right off the bat.

This place doesn't give you any breaks, does it?

For those I haven't met, I'm Scott McCall, vet tech and student.

I am not looking forward to the glucose screening test I have scheduled for tomorrow morning. I'm also not looking forward to not getting to eat breakfast tomorrow morning either. Hopefully things will be normal and I won't have to have the three hour long test.

Nothing new in dreamland, thankfully enough. I'm curious though as to what's going on with the monster that's been chasing Sherry. I have a theory on who it might be, but I'm not exactly 100% sure yet on that. I guess we'll see once the dreams continue on for me.