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Who's all seen the new Ghostbusters film? Is it worth it? Date night on Friday, have to decide where we should go.

[Private: Bubbles]
That is, assuming you want to go to a movie with me this weekend.

It's that time of year again. The time of year that comes a very close second to Christmas.

That's right ladies and gentlemen...

Shark Week is upon us.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, the one thing I really miss about being human is tanning. Sure, I could use self tanner, but it always looks so fake. Even if I can't actually tan, that doesn't stop me from laying out in the yard though. I suppose one up side to not tanning is, I don't need to worry about sun screen and skin cancer.

My shadow has returned to its rightful place and I am once again able to go out in the sun. Oh, how I have missed the sun. I meant to post this last week...or perhaps the week before, but I have been attempting to catch up on everything I missed while more or less confined to my home.

Not exactly the best of Dreams last night, but at least things feel like they're moving forward. Changing. There's progress, at least. I guess I owe Caroline a debt for forcing me back into that safe?

Have I ever mentioned how weird these Dreams are, and knowing people in the Real World who are also in my Dreams is twisting my mind into uncomfortable pretzels?

I'm apparently now the antagonist in my own Dreams. Nice.

So apparently we hit ball into Mojo Jojo's lair and broke his window accidentally? And then we started fighting about whose fault it was that the ball went through the window. And then we went into his lair like it was no big deal. I mean, he is evil and wants to destroy us, but we're just like, "Sure, we can walk in here like it's not an issue." Granted, we are five. We probably don't realize that it's a bad idea.

We found his photo album...because evil monkey villains have photo albums, too...and then we laughed at the pictures. And we started playing tag with him because that's what we do? We're also very easily manipulated by candy. Then when we started to help look for our ball (because he said he was looking for it), we just sort of destroyed his lab. Sometimes I think that it's not that surprising he wants to destroy us. But he did fire his own laser at himself accidentally.'

Then the dream switched to another one. There was a clown called Rainbow the Clown and he apparently lost his colors and became Mr. Mime? Also I am adorable and sing while I color (This is still true of me now). And then we saved the bus and this little old lady in a car from crashing into each other...and I decided all the color missing was a serious issue (which it clearly was) and I sort of screamed about coloring things and started coloring everything. I seriously did and thought I'd saved the day...only to realize my sisters were missing. I don't know where they were this whole time, but when I found them, they were devoid of colors just the same as everything else. I tried to color them, but it didn't work...and I was really upset at the lack of magic in my crayons.

Apparently the solution to this is to play music? And that song is stuck in my head forever. I'm apparently the drummer of the band. I wonder if I know how to play the drums.

In other news, I am free from school. Freeedooooom!

Dream me is a five year old superhero who fights a talking monkey and a crazy bitch monster.

This can only get more interesting

Oh, the saga of Vampires in Mystic Falls continues. We got rid of Silas, and now my Dream Self is suffering some pretty serious PTSD.

If anyone needs me, I'll be drinking.

It's Free Comic Book Day!. After two days of fighting the Empire, I plan on doing jack shit but read comics for the next two days. If anyone needs me I'll be spending the day at [local comic book shop]

That awkward moment when your engagement ring from the dreams shows up, but you think your boyfriend is proposing.

Possible unpopular opinion time. Kim K's ass looked like a disco ball at the Met Gala last night. I don't understand how anyone can think that looks good? Also, not a fan of Beyonce's latex dress. I know everyone else thinks they both slayed last night, but I'm not drinking the Kool-aid. I thought Claire Danes' dress was amazing though! I mean, it was a ball gown that lit up! now that is slaying!

Just when I thought I was getting used to dreaming about space marines, I end up dreaming about being a space recovery specialist. Brings back more than a few memories I'm not supposed to remember.

I also feel the urge to throw a PSA out there regarding seat belts. They're good for your health, folks. Don't fly down a crowded freeway without one. Trust me on this.

I guess I can add "talks to animals" to my list of usable skills. I meant to mention this before, but I got distracted trying to get down responding to them.

Now that I'm a little more unpacked it's time for me to find a job so I can actually help with living expenses. And since I got so many great leads on places to eat, I thought maybe I'd come here and see if anyone knows of a shop looking to hire a mechanic.

I learned something from my latest dream. Vampires flavor the blood they drink. Eichorst brought in one of the cops that delivered me to him, forced the man to guzzle a bottle of schnapps, and then drained him in front of me. He made some silly little comment about loving to enjoy a human cocktail now and then and snapped the man's neck so he wouldn't turn, but left the body in the room with me. I don't know what I was thinking, but I asked him what he was going to do to me.

He said everything.

This doesn't bode well for me. I predict lots of drinking this evening. If these dreams keep up my liver is going to be shot to hell.

Completely unpacked. That didn't take long.

Our theme song is stuck in my head.

It's worse than when Buttercup gets the Piña Colada song stuck in my head.

On the plus side, it's catchy.

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.

I spent the afternoon packing, and came to the realisation that I don't have much to pack. It's going to be an easy move down the hall in a few days. Almost feels like cheating somehow.

Too many people on my Facebook feed need lessons in selfie taking. If you're taking a selfie, as especially for your profile picture, for the love of God, don't hold the phone down cause all that angle is not flattering in anyone. Always hold your phone or camera up and away and look up at it. That is a much more flattering angle.

Soon Stefan, Anna and I will be looking for another roommate cause Caroline has decided to leave us for a boy. Rude, right? I know. Anyway, the projected time that the room will be open is April. Stefan is actually going to be taking Caroline's old room, but I don't think it'll take Stefan long to move his stuff out and into Caroline's old room. The house is fairly large and we have a hot tub too. More than enough parking too.

Oh and, you'd have to be alright living with two vampires.

I've lost my memory in my Dreams. It's strange because I can remember it here, but not there. Dream Me was so frustrated about not remembering, falling for Elena all over again, before she told me she was with Damon... I burned all my journals. I wish I'd left them be. I would like to read them again. Maybe someday.

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In continuing the fine tradition of giving me items after I could have used them, my dreams finally gave me my armor. More specifically, I woke up with it on. I may or may not have been stuck in it for the past three days.

Yeah, ok, I was stuck in it for the past three days.

The upside is that my helmet synced up to every piece of electronic equipment I own, so I can use it to text, check email and post stupid network updates. The downside is that in the process of getting it off, I discovered that I also have the armor's special ability and proceeded to fry every piece of said electronic equipment with an EMP. Also...probably every piece of electronic equipment on the floor my apartment is located on.

This post coming to you live from an undisclosed location, where I'll probably be hiding out until my neighbors no longer want to kill me.

Heartbreak and magic certainly make an interesting combination. Feels like that's not only what sets things in motion in my Dreams, but keeps them going.

Well, it's official. I'm a full-fledged hunter. In my dreams I've completed my training. My dad basically told me that I passed with flying colors. It's a tradition that we forge a silver bullet when our training is completed only because I use a bow I made an arrowhead. I feel sort of proud of myself. The only thing is that while all of this is happening, my best friend has been abducted by a Japanese trickster spirit and is being held captive.

I need a break from my dreams.

I got ditched by my best friend and roommates for Valentine's Day. Looks like I'm on my own.

I really don't want to end up one of those bar flies drowning his sorrows in pint after pint on the world's most fabricated holiday.

Somehow I ended up owning a coffee shop in these dreams. Looks like my dreamself has given up on teaching.

Still not quite understanding this tonal shift in my Dreams. I've been teamed up with a Blue Soldier who I'm not sure is insane or just an idiot. His commanding officer couldn't get rid of him fast enough and I'm pretty sure he accidentally killed one of his squad members while I was at his base. Later, we found one of his former squadmates from Blood Gulch, who tried to shoot him and he didn't care. I don't think he even understood he was being shot at. I'm not feeling particularly good about this.

In other news, one of the stray cats that hangs around the apartment complex followed me home last night. She made herself at home on my kitchen counter and is showing no intention of leaving.

How do the Dreams follow-up on shooting me in the back? By taking an uncanny tonal shift, of course. Why not?

They have gone from being super serious, action packed, life or death to…I don’t know…comedy? Kind of? I feel like I'm the butt of a very elaborate drawn out cosmic joke.

I’m briefed about an attack by The Meta on a sim trooper base and receive new orders to investigate the whole Meta situation and in doing so I’m told to start at Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha, this random box canyon in the middle of ass-end nowhere. The sim troopers there apparently were the last people to come in contact with the Omega A.I., which apparently The Meta has now, how I don’t fucking know. So I arrive at Blood Gulch and find that there are only two troopers left there. One who apparently has been throwing raves in her empty base every night and is convinced I’m a cop and another who is, I swear to god, batshit insane. He's ignored his reassignment orders and has essentially gone AWOL all in order to…fulfill his orders to fight the Blues?

I knew the sim troopers were scraping the bottom of the recruitment barrel, but Jesus Christ. And the Project thought I was crazy...

I don't understand this. In these goddamn dreams, after everything Project Freelancer did to me and put me through, used me and turned me into a guinea pig and even though I have all of Epsilon's memories and I know what they did, I'm still with the program. York, North, even South, were smart enough to leave. I'm the only one left. I thought they would have come back for me, but no one has. So now I'm stuck there, being used again to pick up the pieces of a broken project.

These Dreams can seriously end now. I'm just getting repeats of the same stuff over and over--that I can tell, anyway. It's hard to figure out how much time has passed, or when they end and something else begins. I think I've started hallucinating, having conversations with myself.

I just want this part to be over. But I fear it may never be. What will that do to my sanity?

I got my battle rifle this morning. A little late for the gremlin infestation, but finally I got something fucking useful from these Dreams.

Well apparently I'm engaged in the dreams... in the future. Or maybe it's the present? I'm not sure. Has anyone else dreamed two different time lines at once?

These Dreams can end now.

Okay, so I'm not letting some gremlins get in the way of me having an awesome New Year's Eve. I may not have anyone to kiss on New Years while a certain other blond will probably be all over her new boy toy, but I'll survive somehow cause I'll more than likely just get drunk and not even notice. :)

( And Now Two Christmas Pictures )

I'm trying to be in the spirit for Grams, but it's just really hard this year.

What I really want for Christmas is way more complicated than any gift card.

The only good thing about Christmas? Eggnog.

I've been tasked with putting together a Christmas music list for our house this Christmas.

I need some recommendations of Christmas music to play while we decorate and open presents and whatever else.

(See, Caroline? I am taking this seriously.)

Somehow I have the day off. I'm going to the mall to shop for Christmas presents. Wish me luck.

If I'm not back in four hours, send a search party.

Oh my God. I was distracted from my final by Buddy the Elf wandering into the classroom. He started to hang up paper snowflakes all over before the professor could get security in to escort him out.

It was probably the most amazing thing ever.

I don't want to Dream anymore.

And we have snow! Again. Should have expected this, but a tiny part of me didn't think it'd happen again. Guess I was wrong. Gonna wait a little longer to see if more accumulates then make Stefan, Care and Anna go outside with me to make a snowman.

Lots of crazy stuff is going on in my dreams. Stefan has amnesia cause of a witch. Matt is losing time cause he's got a traveler in his head. Katherine is human and gone. I had to finally tell everyone about Bonnie even though she didn't want me to. We had a memorial for her, which was really hard. And Tyler came back during the memorial.

We really get no rest in Mystic Falls.

Things my dreamself learned: Avoiding loss/hurt doesn’t work out. I could have told you that Dream!Caroline. Would have saved me a lot of trouble in this world too.

Things I have recently learned: It’s not a good idea to go 24 hours without feeding eating. Probably should have known that one already. Whoops?

Speaking of food. A little over a week till Thanksgiving! I only get a few days off of school but I’m so ready for the break.

So far it's been a pretty good birthday. Celebrating with friends and family, and I'll have the house to myself this weekend.

Another year older, but it feels like I haven't aged a day.

I'm thinking of doing some sort of barbeque or something this weekend, in honour of Veteran's Day. If any Veterans aside from myself would be interested in that.

Any takers?

I forgot how much fun carving pumpkins is. Good way to get out some aggression, too.

Making sure your best friend doesn't try to nom on innocent people is an exhausting job, but I did it twice, almost three times, in the dreams so I was prepared for this and I'm glad I'm able to help. Better me than Damon.

Kinda sucks that Vegas was cancelled, but Vegas will be there later.