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Anyone else happen to be non-American? I've got my green card, but I've never been much for this holiday. For one, I'd prefer pheasant to turkey. For two, I always think it's vaguely blasphemous for Englishwomen to celebrate.

I suppose it's a crock-pot stew and telly type of day.

What a wonderful day for a walk along the shopping strip. Any ladies want to come with me?

First day at a new high school on Monday. Can't say I look forward to it, but anything is better than being stuck in this apartment all by myself. Everything smells so new and shiny, in the kind of way that makes me want to throw up.

How many times do I have to say it? I'm not gay. Seriously.

My business is failing, I'm going to lose my flat, I'm hungry.

Being an adult sucks ass.

Anyone got any life suggestions?

Well. That was interesting.

I'd say the vampire dreams were just because of the time of year, but... they're too similar to the other strange dreams I've had.

Ugh!! Seriously! What does it take to get a date around here? You'd think now that I'm famous it would get a little easier, but all it does it bring the creeps out of the woodwork.

My God, what a bitch.

Anyone ever dream of someone they really want to kick the ass of?

I need a new dancer for my club.

Anyone with dance quality that has a decent body? If so, please respond so we can set up an audition. The pay isn't amazing. But it can be a late night part time thing.

I hate running this business. I want servants again. Stupid father.

Is it normal to hate the person you are in your dreams?

Without our Princess, we'd have killed her and doomed the world

Apparently my crew has been trying to get a hold of me all weekend, but the phone's aren't working. Head mechanic is in the hospital. They say he'll be fine, but he's more concerned about being at the meet this Friday, which isn't going to happen.

Haruka, I guess we'll need to reschedule our rematch.

Hon? I got shot.

I had one of the creepiest, strangest and scariest dreams ever last night. It did not make me feel like Ginny Weasley, Pillow Ninja.

There was some place called Hogwarts and a Chamber of Secrets and a GIANT snake! Someone named Voldermort lured me down there when he was done with some evil magical plots, he left me to die there. Alone.

It was disturbing. It felt so real. I had to take a shower to clear my mind and convince myself it wasn't anything more than a dream. Guess this was my rubbish initiation into the world of dreams the Net is always buzzing about.

Most of us are familiar with unusual dreams. If you believe they are real, is there anything you would avoid now?

I know that if I become pregnant, I will die. and so will everyone else So the counter to that is obvious.

Wow. Well, I have always been one to acknowledge when I've been beat, but I will win next time.

OKay, it's been months since the accident. I think it's about time I got back into shape now.

So: Anyone out there do self defense training? Martial arts, kickboxing... stuff? Also, Fencing?

I also really need to brush up on my archery, but the target Obi built for me should be enough for that.

And I'm right back into the creepy and terrifying side of my dreams. Great.

Silence is coming Normally I'm all for pretty women in them, but this one's more than a little insane. And is probably trying to end the world. And that's not even mentioning the name

You know, for all I complain about my dreams, they have a pretty catchy soundtrack.

Now, if I could go a week without dying in them, that'd be nice. The Silver Millennium thing never stops being weird

Does anyone know where I can buy wax to polish my violin.

I can't seem to find any decent kind.

Oh WOW!

I get to do a magazine thingy! You know, where they talk to you and stuff? This is so exciting!

I wonder if there's going to be lunch.

This is going to sound weird, I know, but like...

I have this phrase stuck in my head. Like in the back of my mind, and I don't know where I heard it or where it's from.

It's so weird.

There's a woman in my dreams who keeps... recurring. Radiant like the moonlight. A soft, gentle, loving sort of light. Whenever she's around, you can't help but smile... she's the kind who'd make friends with the devil himself.

...In one of them, I think she might even be the Messiah. That probably sounds crazy

God, I drank too much last night, but I don't care. It was awesome.

...Also, is it shameful that a grown man knows all the words to every Spice Girls song? Michiru keeps saying it is.

...I have no idea what just happened, but it was fucking awesome.

Car's probably a total write-off, but I don't care. Hated the damn thing.

You know what's the BEST THING EVER?!

EVERYTHING! Because I get to go to the Soap Awards and it's awesome and I'M TOTALLY GOING TO WEAR A THE BEST DRESS! I just can't wait, it's going to be amazing! I've never gotten to go!

Oh, by the way, hi I'm Usagi!

Michiru and I clearly picked the best possible time to go to Japan.

Seems like it's more than a little crazy over with you guys.

As more of these blasted cars have parts ran by electrical circuits I'm finding my skills are needed less and less. I spent three hours this morning trying to get the timing chain on a stupid Volkswagen to work. I tweaked it, tightened it, loosened it, did everything imaginable. The problem, a fuse in the circuit box was blocking a connection somewhere. Once the burnt fuse was replaced everything was working fine. Damn thing was manifesting like a worn belt so I treated it like a faulty belt. Hell, the belt even had some decent wear on it.

I'm getting too old for this shit.

[ Locked to the filter 'Those Who Are Dreaming of and/or Obtaining Superpowers ]

Hi. I'm Tony.

Listen, I'm hearing a lot of chatter. Shit is getting exceptionally real these days. Dreams are out of control, people are finding themselves able to do all kinds of stupid stuff that if you'd asked any of us six months ago was possible we would have laughed.

The times, they are a changing.

So I had an idea in between of all the sex I'm having. Most of our dreams are full of conflict. Death. Bad juju.

If you're comfortable talking about it, maybe not here but somewhere, I'd like to start trying to figuring out the connections. If we, this select few, are all turning into Superheroes than maybe someone else is turning into a Supervillian.

[ Locked to Bruce, Steve and Thor ]

Hey. Need to talk to you guys all private like. Soon.

[ Locked to Pepper ]

Hey. I'm trying to contact some of these other people who are dreaming the same stuff I am. Steve is for sure, and there may be others. I just wanted you to know.

Love you.

Okay. What the fuck. I was fine with the dreams, really, but this is fucking pushing it.

Fucking miniskirts.

愚かなリンク！これは真剣に、でたらめされています。

私がやりたいすべてが特定の人と一緒に時間を費やしています。

これはそれをやってから私を防いでいます。

私と誰かは不満？
EDIT!

Forgive me. I forgot there aren't many who can read that. This is what I said:

Stupid link! This is bullshit, seriously.
All I want to do is spend time with certain people.

And this is preventing me from doing it.

Anyone else as frustrated as I am?

Okay. Open question.

Does anyone know what a Star Seed is? I doubt it's an actual thing, but... it never hurts to check, right?

Stupid dreams.

...I have no idea what's going on, but hey, at least I'm wearing pants.

Seems to be better luck than some other people are getting stuck with.

I am beyond confused.

Needed:

Three(all positions have been filled) handsome and strapping young men (Must be clean cut, able to work well with me, lean), and four three gorgeous women(doesn't matter the height, lean build, not afraid to undress in front of others), for a fashion shoot for the shop I work at.

Please contact me if interested, darlings.

You will be paid, and the magnificent pieces you wear can be taken home with you!

You know, the longer I'm here, the more I like this place. Weird managerial decisions and all.

Although... you know, I'd heard such terrible stories of the American tabloids, and there doesn't seem to be much going on. Maybe I've just lost my touch?

Dating sucks. If things keep going this way, I'm going to have to find a miniature breed of cats small enough to fit in my apartment.

I'm beginning to wonder how well I'll get along with that racer/pianist/whatever.

He's full of himself.

I'm really not sure what my managers are aiming for with this.

When they said they'd pair me with a violinist, I was... kind of expecting someone well-known. Not some complete stranger they got off the streets.

One of these days, I'm going to be able to win a race without someone shoving a microphone in my face and asking where last week's girlfriend has gotten to.

Some people just don't have any respect...