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Today being Mother's Day, of course I phone my mum. It's actually pretty rare that I talk to her, so needless to say this was a pretty lengthy conversation. When I go a couple weeks not talking to her, I actually find how much I miss and love her. It was a concept that seemed a little lost to me when I was still living at home. Another parallel to my dreams.

To all the mom's out there, Happy Mother's Day! I hope you had a relaxing day that was filled with flowers and special treats all day!

I've been asking myself recently why I decided to teach teenagers. Especially after yesterday. I would prefer if they waited until after class to have enthusiastic conversations about prom.

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あかね ?
i want to go back to japan now. none of this makes sense

ブスのあかね

Interestellar! Amazing film, a bit off though. Missing a couple of key points, but it's fiction so it's fine. Still, fantastic bit of fun really. But now I'm out of fish fingers, need to get some of those.

Clara, I'm making you a meal tonight, you'll love it!

This is going to be a busy month. My daughter's birthday is the sixteenth, and she'll be nine years old already. I'm taking her and a couple of her friends to Disneyland for that weekend.

Then my parents are coming in around the twenty-fifth to stay for a couple weeks. I am only partly looking forward to that. One of my brothers also attempted to tag along, but I adamantly told him not to come, I don't have the room for him. Which isn't true, I could make room, but I simply don't want to spend three weeks with my antagonistic brother under my roof.

I only hope my home will pass my mother's standards. I really do not want to deal with listening to her complain for three weeks about things that don't matter. Or things that do matter

But first thing's first, getting birthday presents for my daughter. Which at times is easier said than done.

Have you ever had a dream that was so damn real that even after waking up it terrifies you? I've never been one to remember dreams but tonight was so vivid. I dreamed that I was little and that my parents and my sister were killed in a car accident. For it to be just a dream the pain was so real. And then my brother put his entire life on hold to take care of me.

I know that none of them were really happy getting a phone call in the middle of the night but I just had to hear their voices.

I don't think I'll be going back to sleep tonight.

It's official! I'm unemployed! WHOOOOO!! Nothing like building a fort in the living room as you scan through your computer, looking for things that look interesting!

Alright, so it's sort of a lie. I'm so lax 'cause I feel like I have a good shot at a friend's company...fingers crossed!

I think part of me will miss the travel. But domestic wasn't worth seeing my friends all the time.

Watch out OC, Rose Tyler is back!

It's a bit odd, isn't it? Seeing things you really never truly understood from a completely different light and then suddenly you understand them; what's more, to know that the more you hear about what is and isn't, and then to know that what is and isn't, you find that what isn't is, and vice versa, and it's really quite thrilling.

Regardless, I've just finished a bowl of custard, been craving it, but it's missing a bit of something. Not sure, I'll work on that; in the mean time, anyone catch the meteor shower? No, probably not, no one knew it happened really. Kind of sneaks by you a bit, but they're not even meteors, just tourists really.

Also, bread pudding. I need some bread pudding, anyone make it, and anyone who makes it well?

Guess who finally got their TARDIS key!? That's right, me! It's been so long since my last dream or the last time I got anything that I was beginning to think that I'd never get it, but I woke up this morning and there it was on my nightstand. We might not have a TARDIS here, but I'm ridiculously excited about this!

Surprised myself a bit today. Was unaware I new French, but apparently I do. A group of French students came to visit the station during a study abroad trip. I thought I was just talking in English but one of them complimented me on it. I never even studied it before.

Anyone else gain a language recently?

Some days, I am brought far too close to the dark side of humanity. It is a wonder how I ever sleep at night with the things I see on the job.


[CW for comments: Discussion of unearthing human remains and potential murder discussion.]

I really need to stop hiding away in my cave like bedroom. Otherwise I'm destined to become a crazy cat lady. Only I don't really care for cats so it would definitely be a bad idea.

On the plus side I did manage to get some artwork done. So at least I've been a productive hermit!

( cut for size, SFW )

I have got... a horse in my flat. It's brilliant! Well. Won't be for long, not when nature calls, so I've got to get my horse somewhere to his liking. But, the point is: where could I stash my horse until other options become available? The TARDIS has got to

Neal, does the place you work at have any room for Arthur? My horse, not my car. I realise now where my old girl's name came from. Hah!

Ever since returning to the States, I've pretty much just dealt with work stuff or unpacking, and haven't gone out much. And I was literally kicked out of my own office today while they do the renovations, so I've suddenly got some unexpected free time for a couple of days.

Anything interesting happening around town? Or anyone want to do something? I figured I should stop being a social hermit before Martha thinks I'm sick or something.

And after a week, I finally replaced my mobile, so sorry to anyone that might have tried to reach me that way.

Glad it seems people are back to themselves. Glad to be me in time for This is so awkward after

The human brain is actually quite brilliant. In the face of trauma or torture, it can create an elaborate delusion that life is normal and block out what has happened, and the person has no idea. Except there are signs that eventually start showing up to make you wake up and remember.

So that begs the question.

What's to say that all of this, the lives we feel we've lived, Orange County, all of this is real? What if it's the actual dream, and the dreams we keep having are our subconscious trying to make us wake up?

This was clearly an active week in the dream world. And it seems some family members of mine have found their way in.

The ninth Doctor who happened to look like a nephew of mine. The tenth who looked like another nephew of mine. Oh and, you guessed it, the eleventh who looked like yet another nephew of mine. It was all rather awkward seeing them as this Doctor fellow.

I can sympathize where the ninth's anger came from. Sometimes I thought the tenth was a bit overdramatic. And he did wear sandshoes. The eleventh couldn't quite catch a break there for a while.

So. These dreams can take a break now. Why does Clara keep dyi No not discuss

I asked and almost forgot to give her the ring. But then she said yes, so we're cool.

( And then it was like... )

I guess I'm obligated to share the joy on the network, and then not post about it again for awhile out of fear of being obnoxious. But hey, still in New York until Tuesday so if anyone wants anything from the city, speak up. I will happily play courier.

I'll be glad when I can go out to eat at a pub and not have basketball blasted from every speaker.

Does that sound grumpy? Man, I'm starving.

Saint Patrick's Day--now that was brilliant fun! As I told Rose, do hope none of you went around telling the Irish 'Happy St. Patty's Day.' Quite a marvel what that day's become in this country, really.

Anyway, had a brilliant day. Solved a brilliant scavenger hunt courtesy of a one Rose Tyler, and subsequently earned a prize. Love it! Ought to keep me out of the pinstripes on a daily basis. Suppose I could just wear it instead of a henley. Pinstripes and a clever top! Oh, yes! That will be happening.

Filter: Martha Jones
My phone tells me you have got...a birthday today! Happy birthday, Doctor Martha Jones! You're brilliant.

Alright. These dreams of mine are much like watching a patchwork quilt being made. This Doctor fellow is quite the intriguing man in many ways. The first one nearly rivaled me in crankiness levels. I still want to know how that fur coat thing the second one had didn't sprout legs and walk off. The third one had quite the brilliant automobile. I don't understand how the fourth wasn't strangled by his amazingly long scarf. Seriously, how did people not step on it or pull on more frequently? Anyway, back to the point. Why did the fifth one wear a piece of celery on his lapel? The sixth one actually had a patchwork coat that was a bit reminiscent of his personality. The seventh one was...a question mark, I suppose. The eighth was quite the dapper fellow.

I don't quite know why I'm talking about these here, but there seem to be a few of us who share these same sorts of dreams. Still waiting for how I personally fit into this puzzle, though.

I think it might be time for another change. Don't get me wrong, I like being paid to fly around the United States and really take in the sights. But I also hate being away from home, especially for long periods of time. I seem to be missing out on celebrations and things I want to be there for my friends.

But on the other hand, I don't wanna go back to the same hum drum shoppe life, ya know?

Am I bouncing around too much? I think dream me is influencing my decisions too much.

Still no sighting of the TARDIS. If only...

I found Girl Scout cookies on the floor of my office this morning.

Still in the box.

I think I was visited by the Girl Scout Cookie Fairy last night.

TGIF?

So I got my very first dream present, but I don't find it that impressive. At least not without the vehicle! For anyone that travels with the Doctor, I got my TARDIS key!

Any sightings of a big blue Police Box?

I'm not sure if I'm embarrassed or not that this show, Pretty Little Liars is the first show I've sat down and watched an entire season of without losing my mind with boredom. But now I actually hate A and I don't even know who she is yet. I've made lists of suspects. Lists. help.


[Filtered to Rose, John Smith, and Athos]
So, Rose mentioned wanting a dinner at some point? Discuss?

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.

Now this is something.

Of course, now I want to go visit Lanhydrock once it goes on display. But to have an actual book that was in his library? This is exciting.

I know fires are no laughing matter, but I absolutely hate that ride.

http://www.people.com/article/disneyland-fire-small-world-video


Anyways, hello Network! It's been a while, but the Captain I'm back in town. Anyone still here from before I disappeared to the UK for a few months?

Well my March schedule has come out and it seems much lighter than last month! I fly back in tomorrow and will actually be home for longer than a week! It's a miracle! And it seems right on time. Is it just me or have things finally calmed down? This calls for a celebration!

( Private to Daniel )

( Private to John )

Just finished the film: "Whiplash". I believe it was up for one of the Oscars this year, so decided to give it a watch and a rather brilliant film. It relies heavily on strong acting and intensity to really push it along, as the story leaves a bit to be desired. It's a simplistic one, more or less predictable, but it's the intensity of the film that really drives it, and the incredible acting.

Also checked out the Lego Movie, haven't watched it yet... been too busy grading papers heading into Spring Break here in a few weeks. That's always a bit on the dangerous side, most papers before Spring Break are just intolerable messes.

FILTER: Gwen Stacy
Gwen. Hello! I should've been in touch with you sooner. Been a bit busy, trips and things.

Ah. I wanted you to know that the burning's stopped. I'm alright now.

FILTER: Helena Wells
Checking in on you, as you might expect.  How are you?

FILTER: Cindy Cendrillon & Garrus
Saw your shop's being well-looked after, Cindy. Thought I'd drop you both a line though, see how you're faring.

FILTER: Troy
I lied. Before.

About the Doctor.

FILTER: Clara
No more need to worry about me, Clara. I remembered a dream. No burn! Brilliant.

So! How are you doing? Be honest.

New York! Hell of a city! Quite liked it, though it is a bit smelly, isn't it? Amazing place though--marvelous! Got to take time to make it back there one day. Knew this would happen, caught the travelling bug. Perhaps a bit of running around the country would do me some good. I hear it keeps away unwanted dreams.

And ridiculous criminal activity apparently. Is everyone alright?

I really was kidding when I told Tony Stark that we needed a new Food Truck out front of the Tower. ...I arrived this morning to find a Crepe Truck parked there.

The crepes are delicious, don't get me wrong, I was just surprised.

I thought he'd moved past the Food Truck thing.

This can't be my phone bill. Just can't. Blimey. Never seen one this high! Why are text messages so expensive? Going to have to change my plan, I suppose, else I'll be a very poor professor indeed.


Anyway, would you like another bit of food for thought? This time it doesn't involve food, but something much better. Got to commend the Internet for circulating awareness on a remarkable yet unsung woman. Do look up this extraordinary lady with a very good codename, Andrée Peel, aka Agent Rose. During the second World War, the French Resistance was lucky to have her, as were the myriad of lives she helped to save. She's no longer with us, but I sure would have loved to meet her.

So, in the beginning when I first learned about the Orange County style of dreaming, I thought nothing much of it. In fact, I argued that it was a bit strange that so many people believed in it, and it made me curious though not entirely believing myself. Then, when I started having my own strange dreams, I didn't think much of it, just passed it off...

Now I've had more dreams. Far more, recently actually. And they're... so strange, and I feel strange, feel like a different purpose. Has anyone else felt this way? I think the thing that scares me the most, is I've heard friends refer to the same man before, the man I see myself as, even if my face is different. He goes by the title, and name, of The Doctor. I remember distinctly the time he ... I? Chose that name. I... it's a bit strange really. Just strange. I'm sure it's a combination of hearing John and them talk about him, but the realness of the dreams, and the more real they get is surprising.

[Filtered to John, Clara, Rose, and Duncan]

John, the name of the man in your dreams was The Doctor right? My brain isn't burning when I dream, thankfully, but it feels really strong, very real, and I often times wake up sad, feeling incredibly lonely. Not how I usually feel, of course. Still, when I got over the initial shocks of a recurring dream with such strength, I have begun to write them down, the novel is taking form.

It seems as though I received a "gift" from these dreams. Though I have little wish to accept it. My daughter's alive It hurts too much

Nope, still not understanding the whole Super Bowl event, but at least it's over so I can stop hearing about it regardless of where I go. It was getting tiring being asked who I was picking to win and giving various responses of I didn't care and how American football is incorrectly named anyway. It should be more like tossball or pansy rugby.

FILTER: Cindy Cendrillon
That wasn't your home, was it? Are you all right?

FILTER: Clara Oswald
Thought you ought to know that I've been dreaming again, but the burning is inexplicably getting better.

And then dinner. Have we had any luck with Cousin Ears yet? Rose is rather keen on his presence, and well. Wouldn't be a proper family dinner without him.

FILTER: Helena Wells
I've a favour to ask, but I've got to preface it with a request for guidance.

FILTER: Rose Tyler
I've remembered something from my dreams, a rather immaterial detail, but one nonetheless.

That said, I've got one part of your winnings: [Attachment] The makings of your playlist.

In an effort to distract myself from worrying: Did you know that, in Chinese culture, it is considered bad luck to share a pear because it could lead to the separation of friendship or love? The moral is don't share pears. Ever. They're vile, nasty things that ought to remain wholly untouched. Think of your loved ones the next time you deign to enjoy such a rubbish fruit.

I managed to find a bunch of pictures while looking through books. I had forgotten about some of these. Guess I wasn't as done with unpacking as I thought. Now if I could just get used to American spelling for when grading, that would be brilliant. Oh well, you can't win them all.

[Troy]
I'm pretty sure I had a couple of the 'Orange County' dreams. Nothing as fantastical as yours. Not sure what to make of them though.

[Dad]
I'm still mad at

Staying out of trouble?

Hello, California! My name is Harold Saxon, and I’m rather new to the area. A co-worker of mine told me about this network, and it seemed like a grand idea to post a little greeting to you all.

I’ve just moved in to a wonderfully cramped little flat in Anaheim, although I’m working out at CalTech.

If any of you happen to be making the trek out there too as students, you’ll probably run into me at some point or another. I’m teaching European History I, and will be offering my services as advisor to anyone in the humanities programs.

If you haven’t signed up yet and are thinking about it, just be warned that I require a great deal of reading, the majority of it being primary sources. Nothing quite like learning about history in the most immersive way possible, don’t you think?

Never been too much for using social networking; I didn't need something else to remind me how old I actually am. Seeing how I'm new to the area though, I figured it wouldn't be the end of me. If I'm wrong, they can blame you on my tombstone. Here's a little self-promotion to make this worth it: Anyone ever looking into restoring an old car, I'm your man. Daniel Walker, [Business Number].

So with all the traveling I've been doing for work, I need some new music suggestions! I've only filled up about half of my space with music so I'm taking suggestions to download! I like all sorts of music, open to anything really! Music helps those long waits at the terminals between flights!

( Private to Will )

( Private to D'Art )

So.

I had another dream.

I saw the world end. Our world. I was in a space station, watching as the sun expanded and swallowed the Earth. There were no more humans living on it, but…that was home. Sure, it was so many billions of years in the future, but it felt so depressing. How can I feel so upset over something that hasn't happened? And won't happen while myself or any of my friends are still alive?

I almost got burned alive too. But the Doctor was there…always the Doctor. He may have given me a hard time for wandering off, but he was always there for me; despite the heartache and strangeness of the situation, he was there.

How can I be so interested in a man I’ve only dreamt of twice?

( Private to John )

( Private to Clara )

( Private to Amy )

There was a truck blocking the entrance to the Garage at Stark Industries when I came in, so I had to park a couple of blocks away. It's amazing how many stores are closed. I noticed on my walk in this morning that half the places I used to frequent now have darkened interiors, and a bunch of them have boarded up windows, shattered glass, and the like. It's starting to feel like some dystopian future world, where rival gangs have taken over the city and are trying to steal our hoverboards for their war against the oppressive government. Or something.

Not looking forward to the walk back to my car.

Does anyone know how hard it is to live out of boxes? I need to find time to unpack the rest of those boxes. And yet I'm finding time to look around this place.

Thought I would listen to my friend and check this thing out. Hello, I'm Amy.

School's kicking right into gear, which is great, already seems to be flying by. A student, today, asked me why we never read what scholars would call 'bad' literature; which, of course, I at first thought of as a ridiculous question. Then it occurred to me, if we're to study literature, the depths of it, why wouldn't a class touch on the very foundations of all literature: what makes good literature good, bad literature bad, and the classics so classical? And then, of course, I began to think out even further--should I begin to implement new forms of literature: comic books, graphic novels, even twitter-based novellas. One student even mentioned FanFiction, which apparently is a form of fiction written on blog-type forums, featuring a particular 'fandom's' favorite characters. Fascinating to me, and regardless of the legal ramifications of such a thing, it is interesting.

So, I'm coming to all of you on the Network; if you were so inclined as to join a literary class in college, major or not, would you be interested in the idea of approaching literature from all angles? The good, the bad, the new, and the weird? I always encourage my students to read, so I'd love for them to read anything; granted, there are things I find so horrifically written that I'd detest reading them, but some people might enjoy them and I should never discourage reading.

I'd just be curious as to how you all thought of such an approach.

Back from my first flight! Very successful, no needing to jump into the pilot's seat or anything! Some turbulence here and there, but nothing terrible! Let me tell you though, it was a long weekend! Hopping between aircraft and then staying in a new hotel every night...it was something! But I think I'll enjoy it.

Seems like I've been missing a lot here, but not in a good way. To all my law enforcement friends, please be careful out there! There's got to be something in the water, yeah? I don't feel safe going outside anymore...it feels like the snow, but in a completely different way!

( Private to Clara )

( Private to Gwen )

What is it with young people and having to socialize via a non-personable machine like a computer? What is the point of letting your eyeballs melt out of your head from staring at a screen for hours on end? There's a huge world out there full of people you can spend your time talking to in person. You know, if that's your thing. If you don't like people then I suppose you can simply sit there behind your computer, continue typing into that machine and let your eyeballs melt out of your head. Either way, no skin off my back.

I suppose what I'm trying to say is hello, this is pointless.

Well crap! Apparently yesterday was International Kiss a Ginger Day and I totally missed it!

Fantastic!

I finally had my first dream! It was scary, exciting, and wonderful all at the same time! It was weird because I was living the same kind of boring life I was in Marlow; shoppe girl who woke up, went to work, had lunch with her boyfriend, went home. And then he came.

The Doctor. Big nose, big ears, leather jacket. An alien, but he certainly looked human...sounded human too! But he had this space ship that looked like a blue box that was bigger on the inside! He said it was an old police box, to help disguise it when he was on earth. It was amazing!

We were fighting this alien who had turned the mannequins into living things! Wanted to take over the Earth because of all the pollution and make it its new home. But the Doctor and I stopped him! Together! Ha! We just had this natural kind of partnership and I saved this alien man. It was like a kick butt version of myself!

And right before I woke up, he offered to take me with him! To travel the universe and to go throughout history, just for the fun of it! I only had to think about it for a little bit before I knew the answer and was running towards the box. But that's all I remember. Then I was awake with Wolf hitting me in the face.

But that's it! I'm apart of the club now!

Is this the new sort of social networking then? Like the Twitbird or Facebook?

Right then. Clara Oswald, recently moved from Hackney. Not sure what to really do here when I don't have work, so any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.