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I guess this is the place to talk about strange dreams. Does anyone else dream about a twisted version of their childhood? Because I'm pretty sure I grew up in a lab where they experimented on me and other werewolves until my adoptive father took me home.

I know I'm not far in the dreams, but you think by now I'd learn not to trust people so easily.

It might be a long shot, but does anyone on this Network know where a guy might get his hands on some wolfsbane?

I had a Dream that I was out of coffee, and when I woke up this morning? Not off to a good start. Especially since I have Job #1, then Job #2 today. Time to run to a coffee shop for a red eye. Might need another between jobs.

Okay Valarnet, on the heels of the super fun weekend I spent in a blonde (Hey Sharon, how's Viv, can I please come babysit soon?) I got a serious question for you guys out there that wake up with nifty new skills.

How likely is it that, one day, I will wake up shooting lasers from my eyes? (Please be aware, I can do this in my dreams, it's not just a random thing I cooked up.) And is there a way I can sort of save my dad the stress and worry of having to rebuild to roof of the house? (Especially since it stands to reason he might need to do it three times.)

Up until now, I never actually worried about it. But now, with the body changing and werewolves being a thing I now accept as normal everything, it's best to get a jump start on this.

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.

Is there a way to introduce yourself on this thing without sounding like a dating profile or some kind of addicts support group? Probably not.

I'm Buttercup. I think my sisters Blossom and Bubbles are on this thing too. And I guess now I am too so you all get the complete set!

Also I do not like piña coladas. Or getting caught in the rain.

If I'm going to be turning into a werewolf at some point in the future, I really need to get drunk more often, while I can.

Many thanks to the conniving masterminds behind that surprise shower (and Zee for sacrificing her abode!), and many thanks for the abundance of meat I've only seen in medieval feasts in dreamland. I've been spending every waking moment of free time organizing the shit out of the nursery. And laughing at my own hormonal OCD. And then crying because the cat knocked everything over.

On another note, I flipped through the stinky old books I got from the dreamfairy, and there's a sealing spell that protects property against magical and natural fire. Well, alright, it's more of a ritual because it's tedious and time consuming, but around here a little extra insurance around these parts against the weird elements doesn't hurt.

If anyone wants the steps/ingredients, let me know. I'll send copies. I'll be setting it up for our own place for, uh, the obvious reasons. I can't remember what number we're on when it comes to TV replacements but it's pretty freakin' astounding how much money goes to preparing the shit we've broken.

So far in my dreams, the girl I was seeing has been attacked by some animal in the woods, and my football coach ended up dead in the school parking lot. I really can't blame the girl I was seeing for getting the hell out of Dodge, since given the way other people's dreams have seemed to go, my dreams seem to be going to way of a slasher flick.

Hey, I heard you were back.

I've clearly been directed here by mistake. Is this some sort of online forum for the loony bin or something? Between all the talk of dreams, dragons, and magic, it's got to be either that or some sort of elaborate prank.

I'm Tyler. Not new to the area, though I did just move back home to go to UCI. Not sure why I'm bothering with this.