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So. I think I understand why you all talk about dreams so much. because I had one last night that was super intense. Like it started with me going to my best friend's house and hanging upside down on his front porch which seems like a thing I do often, cause I was really comfortable with it and it just felt normal. But then we went looking for a dead body in the woods, because I'd been listening to my dad's police scanner cause he's the sheriff. He caught me, I abandoned Scott in the woods and the next day he said he got attacked by something, like a wolf but there are no wolves in California.

I started putting the pieces together, and realised my friend had been bit by a werewolf. Completely absurd, I know. He blew me off, but then he invited the new girl to a party and the party was the night of the full moon and I had a really bad feeling about it. I did a lot of research and when Scott came over, he got really angry with me which never happens because he knows how I am, and he slammed me into the wall and I thought he was going to hit me, but he didn't and he went to the party, but he had to leave because he started turning into a werewolf!

LYDIA! You were there and you like completely blew me off. Like that was normal. So rude! And DEREK was there too! Being broody and creepy and sulky too.

Happy 4th, everyone! It's the best holiday of the year!

I'm going to be taking Chris to the park today for a BBQ and to play some frisbee or catch or something. Anyone's welcome to show up, so long as you bring your own food.

I got a PhD, which means every meeting I go to is a doctor's appointment!

It's a good thing the delivery guy can't see what's in the box. Otherwise he'd be judging me on the quantity of duct tape I just ordered for the garage. Somehow we're out of it already.

So like, Hi. I'm Stiles. At least that's what everyone calls me. Trust me, it's easier than my actual name, because unless you're Polish, you probably can't pronounce it anyway. And even if you are Polish you might not be able to pronounce it. I'm not even Polish, my parents just decided to saddle me with a Polish name. And then somewhere along the way, I adopted my grandfather's nickname, and that's what stuck. So yeah. Hi. I'm Stiles. I like to talk. Sorry. Except not really.

Glad as I am to have my strength back - I really could have lived without the heightened sense of smell coming back. How in a week did I forget how disgusting that tea blend my neighbor makes every damn day smells?

[Katherine]
Gonna need you to help me stay on top of things tonight - I'm still adjusting to having everything back. Distractions are definitely a problem for me.

[Stiles]
If your boyfriend comes in tonight I'm putting him on phone babysitting. I'm delegating every distraction I can until I get used to my senses again.

What the hell is going on this time? I woke up to my hair turning white and I'm pale, like, really, really pale. Food also tastes petty blah to me. I don't like this...

You know that little voice in the back of your head that tells you not to do stupid things because you’ll pay for it later?

I need to give mine a megaphone.

Send help, I’m dying. I ate like 8lbs of peanut brittle. I think I might be dying. What’s the lethal dose of peanut brittle? How much can a human physically ingest before it’s too late and they’re on their way to becoming immortalised in brittle?

Maybe I should find out. If I can roll off the couch… Come to me, sweet, sweet death. (hehehe you get it? Because if I die, it’ll be because of something sweet. I’m hilarious)

So apparently one of my amazon orders was roll on butter. Yes, now apparently drunk me thought it'd be easier to roll my butter on in stick form rather than just...cutting or using spreadable butter. Drunk me wanted to shove butter into a tube and roll it on..


I'm also disappointed in Taco Bell chips. I expected more of you, Taco Bell.

Well shit. I haven't been this drunk in years. Great celebration on Monday with the boys, a lady friend, and some of my old Marine and PD buddies showed up! Lost count of how many whiskey bottles everyone got me. I was hungover all day yesterday, slept most of the day. Still feelin' it a bit today.

...what day is it exactly?

Today, a man from a generation twice removed from me tried talking to me when I had my headphones on. And then, became upset when I asked him to repeat what he'd said because: I HAD HEADPHONES ON.

It's true having the Force means I could technically understand him if I put in the effort. But why do Boomers not get the concept of headphones?

And I have other questions. ( Cut for length )

.....Iiiii don't even remember ordering anything from Amazon, but a good twenty packages showed up?

I need these in my life. Like, right now.

Taco Bell hotel was amazing. I now need a gym membership though probably.

I have no fucking idea how it even happened but a piano turned up in my apartment.

How I slept through its arrival is beyond me.

Clearly a skill.

It's no longer even shocking when dream me gets a new version of the first guy who betrayed us. We're on our third? or fourth? version of that face now. Too many Harry Wells to keep up with. This model calls himself HR from Earth-19.

[Stiles]
What are you up to tonight?

[Jemma]
Apparently Dream me can use the portals to bring people from one location to another. I wanna try that next

Go fishing they said, it'll be fun they said. I'll catch a big one they said....

The number of people at Comic-Con has been insane. Everywhere you go, people. I got overwhelmed a few times and we had to go hide back at back the hotel sometimes but overall it was pretty fun. Much better going with someone than going alone that's for sure. If you're claustrophobic-not the place for you.

Guess who has their license again!

These dreams can seriously go fuck themselves. What the hell is the purpose of all these killings happening in threes? Animals, kids, and killings. These dreams are getting more and more intense by the minute. Right now I and my pack along with Scott are trying to figure out just what the hell is going on, and who the hell these new wolves are.

Late nights.

Early mornings.

Definitely burning the candle at both ends but it’s all good, the hair of the dog works miracles.

Still can’t find my sunglasses though which sucks.

It's definitely been a Mondayish Monday. Only good thing about it is it's nearly over.

So, hi, I guess? I'm Forsythe. I know. It's a terrible name. But it's mine, so. I mean, what can you do? I've thought about changing it, but it's such a hassle and I don't even know what I'd call myself. I've been Forsythe my whole like. The Third, by the way. My grandparents thought it was a great idea to call their son The Second, and he made me the Third. It would mean more if, you know, we got along. But whatev. It is what it is.

Sorry. I'm rambling. I tend to do that. I get on a subject and it's like I don't know how to shut up. I know when. I mean I'm aware I should have stopped typing about a dozen sentences ago, and yet here we are. And I'm still typing. I'm a writer, that's what I do. But I'll stop now. because it's the thing to do. Right. This is me, stopping. Hi.

When are people going to stop setting off fireworks? Independence day was three days ago. It's enough.

Have you ever wondered Why is Anakin? Do you find yourself asking Why does Anakin?

Now there's a YouTube playlist.

In the spirit of Pride, I'm bi. I think. Or gay. One of the two, of which I'm not sure yet but I've never said the words. To myself or anyone else, so I mean. That's who I am. At least a part of.

I like this bar. I keep being bought fruity drinks. Nobodies judging my fruity drink choices. Never been to a Pride event, and yet here we are. I like it.

Seems I'm a lucky one where I have just the one dream. Though, I doubt that's true. Call it a gut feeling.

..On a trend of dreams that suck, my real life before all this imitates dream one pretty closely. Got to feel what it would be like to actually lose my brother. I don't...well, this was a good weekend.

There wasn't any way I wasn't going to buy this when I came across it online. I feel it serves as a gracious warning for society.

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So, this being pride month? I finally came out to my parents. Subtle has never been my middle name, so standing there in the kitchen like a neon light while I went to drop off some things we borrowed was the very most me way to do it. It took Mom a few minutes to get what my shirt said, and dad even longer. She pretty much had to spell it out for him while I stood there nervous.

We had a long talk about what it meant, was I sure, was that Skeeter article from way back when right (ew Mom, no. Alice has always been family and Logan practically is now as well), and just generalized worry for me. But in the end, they understood and accepted me. And I am so so relieved. I've been keeping this a secret from them for so long. And they love me just as I am.

Not sure how the short skirted super hero talk will go, but that's for another time. Like. Maybe when I'm 30?

And I know I'm lucky and that's not how every one's parents have reacted. Still react even now in 2019. But I am so happy I told them, and I only wish I didn't hide it for so long.

This commercial airplane concept is fucking cool, but every time they refer to it as the 'Flying-V' I just think of The Mighty Ducks, and then I hear quacking.

So.. Has anyone ever experience dream walking or something? Or rather I guess, sleep walking?

Woah...I think I just got Inceptioned. A vision from a dream in reality?...freaky. It's like a Hitchcock movie in my head right now. It can stop any time. Dead birds from the sky. I really hope that isn't a thing here.

But hey we stopped the invasion of metas?

Why the hell did dream me think it would be a good idea to try and subdue a Kanima at a club, where it/he can hurt other people? No fucking clue but it's what I and my little pack did and failed horribly at mind you.

After finally admitting that Kanima is much stronger, one of my members gets hurt, and for some reason, I think breaking her leg to trigger her healing is a good idea... Seriously, someone shot dream me because what the actual fuck, dude is just filled with so much rage.

So, with the full moon out, I lock the pups up to make sure they are safe... Just to have Lydia come and subdue me with wolfsbane and bring Peter back from the dead.

Luckily after coming to our senses, Scott and I agreed, we need to work together and stop Jackson before he hurts anyone. We just weren't aware that the hunters (Argents) had other plans as well, mainly Gerard, who was using Jackson the whole time to get Scott and me to come out and try and kill Jackson, as well as give him (Gerard) the bite since the man suffered from Cancer.

Luckily his plan didn't work, and Jackson was able to be helped thanks to Lydia reaching him, and Gerard's bite was rejected.

Fucking dreams are crazy.

Poll: “A Whole New World” is Disney’s most euphemistic song, Y/N.

Lyrics for consideration:

“I can open your eyes
Take you wonder by wonder
Over sideways and under
On a magic carpet ride”

this is a special kind of hell.


i dont even remember getting home last night. or why my shoe is in the freezer.

Sort of forgot this network existed. Decided to take up archery. Apparently I'm "naturally gifted". I think it might just be a Dream thing...is that cheating? Should I bother doing this?

The day is nearly over and I haven't bothered to get out of bed. I've got a place to be in an hour and there's no literal way that's happening.

Had more Dreams, Central City is apparently experiencing Metapocalypse. Hundreds of metas at a time attacking us. Our former friend Zoom is behind it. Trying to overrun the place. We never seem to catch a break of any kind.

Here I was kind of hoping the Dreams were done with me, but of course not.

I played Super Mario Bro 3 last night and I now can't get their little game music out of my head. Nothing seems to work to make it go away.

I swear, dream me is a fucking asshole and dumbass. After recruiting a bunch of teenagers, and going after Scott to convince him to join, and backfires mind you. Smart kid. Apparently, I think Lydia is the kanima because why not. Scott seems to have his own pack without even realizing it.

Dream me is just a fucking... I can't deal with him, he better gets his shit together and soon.

Not to mention dealing with the fucking kanima, in general, is exhausting enough, I end up getting scratched by it at the school pool and if not for Stiles, I would have drowned.

Not trying to see if I die in the dreams means I die in reality. But I know one thing, these dreams are gonna be the death of me. I know it.

Also, I'm the new Alpha it seems.

Just when I think my dreams have maybe stopped (I know wishful thinking right?)

Seems Allison and I were heading to a double date thing (even though I told her it wasn't one, it obviously was one)anyways, she asked about Jackson but I wasn't trying to talk about him (he moved to London). Stiles and Scott end up in the car next to us at the light, and after driving ahead of them and stopping (because they suddenly stopped behind us) Allison and I tried figuring out what the hell was that about...

Normal right? It gets better.

A damn deer comes crashing into the windshield of my car (which was parked mind you), Scott and Stiles came to make sure we were okay (we were just shaken up)

Clearly, I got over Jackson (or was trying too) by sleeping with random guys (because that's healthy) anyways telling Allison I don't want a boyfriend, I want a distraction I notice two twins walking down the hall. One (the straight one) catches my interest obviously. I've no idea that he is the one who was chasing after Issac from earlier on in my dream.

Fast forward a few days later in class and I have a bandage on my ankle, Stiles asks what happen and I tell him Prada attacked me (my dog) not even five minutes later and the crows outside are going crazy and smash through the window in class! (Stiles, protects me) but some of the others were attacked.

I tell Allison that Beacon Hills is becoming Beacon ills f totally bizarre and supernatural, just to have some chick grab us asking about Scott, there is a bruise like a mark on both our arms that make a symbol.

The symbol means something, but I don't know what... Also, I woke up with my ankle bandaged up and when I looked it was a deep bite mark, like the one the dog gave dream me. And since I couldn't get the symbol out my head I drew it. Also woke up with a jar of Wolfsbane...fun times....

Shit. Well, I think it's safe to say that I'm not human anymore. I was really hoping it'd take longer before I turned, but after last night's full moon, I'm pretty sure I'm officially a werewolf. I had a feeling it was happening after I barely got drunk last weekend after everything I drank and then as it got closer to the full moon I started feeling really aggressive. I almost got into a fight with some guy in the store Friday cause he bumped into me, which was really crazy. And then last night...well I didn't actually turn into a wolf or anything like that, but there were a few things that definitely changed and my eyes glowed red.

This is definitely gonna take some time to get used to.

I never knew I needed The Taco Bell Resort from check in to check-out a taco bell experience. Um, Stiles? We're going. Don't make any plans for August 9th weekend.

What the actual fuck. My dreams and items gave been decent until this recent fucking item. Why the hell would I have this and why why would it transfer over....

I need a drink, or five.

I always wanted to call bullshit on that scene in Jurassic Park where the dinosaur turns the handle for that door because no way could they figure that out. Old Lace has proven me wrong on that. She's started opening the door to my bedroom when I'm not moving fast enough to get her breakfast in the morning and sticking her head in to just...I guess see what's taking me so long?

I'm torn between being proud of her for figuring it out and showing how smart she really is and being annoyed over it because not exactly the wake up I want sometimes. And makes it a little awkward when I've got friends over.

His name is Chicken

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One good thing about the donut shop is that I don't have to buy coffee anymore. I can go down there and get all I want to drink for free. And a donut to go with it - perk of ownership right? If that Dream I had last night is any indication of what I can start expecting when I go to bed I think I'm going to be taking advantage of my free coffee a lot more often.

Just like here Matt and our Dad went away on a mission for the military, surveying things and never came home. They were declared dead. Just like here And I enrolled in the Garrison where my teammates and I witnessed a vessel crash one night while I was out trying to test the satellite radio something I'd built. When we went to investigate we found the pilot from Matt and Dad's mission was in the vessel but before I could ask him anything about them Shiro got taken into custody by Garrison officials and then some guy that got kicked out the year before for not following the rules showed up and the four of us worked together to get Shiro out of their custody and then fled into the desert.

It was a waste of my time though - Shiro doesn't know anything about what happened to my family other than they were all taken captive by this enemy race called the Galra when they landed on that moon Kerberos. But he does remember that the Galra are searching for some weapon called Voltron and then right before I woke up we found this blue lion robot out in the desert.

It's weird, I spent the weekend drinking and partying and by yesterday morning I was only half as hungover as I should have been. I actually ended up taking care of Danny and Chase yesterday. I'm afraid I might be turning.