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[Padme]

I've set a few folders on your desk to look at when you get back from your meeting.


Also please put a call into The Jacobs, I think they are going to change the theme of their anniversary party. Mr. Jacob was asking a lot of "what if" questions,

Why does that hag always have to stick her nose in where it isn't wanted and get all of her facts entirely twisted? It isn't enough for her to do one or the other and she clearly doesn't care who she hurts in the pursuit of her 'story'. So much for journalistic integrity. I'll be in my suite getting drunk if anyone wants to join me. You'll just have to bring your own bottles because I have no intention of sharing tonight.

[Elsa]

Anyone who knows me knows that what she said about you in regards to me is utter bullshit. I do what I want with who I want. I always have and I always will.

My husband is in my dreams now, I woke up ready to scream at him, but I forgot he's out on the boat.

In my dream he was such a smug bastard, but kinda charming. He annoyed me greatly and was doing it on purpose! Maybe it's a good thing he's out on the boat, it stops me from making an ass out of myself for yelling at him for something he hadn't done.

Say you've dreamed about someone you care about going through a traumatic and fundamental change, much like you yourself have experienced thanks to the dreams.

How do you even begin to prepare them for it?

In other news I had to go back with my dream ex in order to save the people I love and while I'm there deliberately as a spy that still doesn't help my mental state rn

Waking up from a dream where someone literally has their hand in your chest results in god awful heartburn. Heart ripping being a thing is not something I'm likely to get used to, but it seems like mine might be in a lockbox and doesn't want to leave.

Plus side, finally left the Enchanted Forest (through another portal and got spat out of a well) which means my hair care bills should go back down. Thank god.

I guess it was too much to hope that I'd somehow be immune from the Dreams that seem to be hitting the residents of Orange County. I went from dreaming about Fettes College and my normal weird dream fare to something entirely different altogether.

I thought it was just some fancy imagination tricks at first, creating another world, a land called Cintra and a series of islands - like the outer Hebrides - collectively known as the Skellige Isles. I mean, there's monsters there, sirens and werewolves and harpies... But I don't know, I dreamed of growing up spending summers on the Isles and winters back at home in Cintra with my parents and grandmother. That wasn't so bad, I suppose.

But last night- last night my grandmother (in the dreams, of course) got the news that my parents had set sail from Skellige and were lost in a place called the Sedna Abyss, in some freak storm that had blown in and utterly destroyed their ship. In my dreams, I was barely five if even that old.

It made me think of my actual parents. I lost them, too, before I was five. I haven't thought about them for years.

I need a fucking drink. Recommendations of places to go?

So, it's been awhile since I had a Dream. You would think that time would have made me forget what a dumbass my 13 year old dreamself is, right? But no. No it has not.

After the last fiascos, my talking cat has banned me from listening to idol music. Despite this, I went and snuck out to go to a concert. How did I sneak out at 13? I don't know. Why am I taking orders from a cat? That's just the nature of cats, I'm not gonna question it. And he does have a point. The boy band I went to go see, The Dark Guys, does belong to the same record company as the singers that turned out to be monsters in my other dreams. But does 13 year old me admit he has a point? Nope, because 13 year old me does not learn her lessons.
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In other news I discovered I'm the proud owner of my dream vault filled with countless treasures and a lot of amazing dresses and I don't know what to do with this.

The human Queens in my dreams proved to be unhelpful, except for the young golden one who snuck us the second book we needed, but I get the impression they were all under duress and she was rebelling. She told us one of their number was already dead. There was another who was ill, but she's probably dead as well.

In order to try to ... gain their trust, we revealed the existence of our city, the one Rhys had carefully kept hidden from the enemy for decades.

We didn't realize the Queens were compromised until the attack came. The enemy dropped the golden queen's body to signal they knew she'd betrayed them.

There's an... art district, called the Rainbow. I was there when they attacked, and I defended it with all the power at my disposal, and the elements around me.

It felt so fucking good tearing those monsters apart.

Roommate thing fell through so I'm stuck with my dad and Elain. Yay.

Finally got to visit the Summer Court in my dreams, and everyone there was unbelievably hot.

It was kind of a feint, because we were really there to locate a book that's key to stopping the Fae Apocalypse for lack of a better term.

They weren't happy with us after that.

I managed to get out of the my wedding in my dreams the first time around. I don't think I'll manage to get out of it a second time. Unless I faint again.

It's strange to watch my dreamself deal with something that I completely avoided here.

Tomas Mandry, Even the name screams asshole.

I'm so tired, been up since 2, I didn't feel like dreaming anymore.


Coffee is my best friend today.

I met some kind of ancient god in my dreams. A being straight out of Lovecraftian horrors who fell into our world from another eons ago, imprisoned in a magical jailhouse of his own volition.

Not too bothered by that part, Amren is a similar being and she's not so bad. But I think even she is made somewhat nervous by him. And I'm pretty sure his sister is the Weaver I mentioned before and that's pretty terrifying.

But we had to meet him, because he had knowledge of a book we needed to defeat our enemy and could see the future. So for his knowledge, I answered some questions. He was... really interested in how I'd died before. Which is creepy.

Most unnerving is that he looked like, to me, a dark haired boy with violet eyes, that I'd never seen before.

In honor of Pride Month, I thought I'd share a little bit about... I suppose, my journey. I'm not normally the type of person to spill my personal life all over social media, honestly, but this is one of those causes that I feel is especially important. We should be vocal about this. A younger generation is coming up, and visibility is so very important to them.

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I already came out in a press conference a few months ago, but those are boring meetings that few people ever go to. So let me say it again: I, Weiss Schnee, am a Lesbian. And if you haven't already thrown your support behind the Equality Act, please consider it. I personally have diverted some funds to lobbying for it, but I know that not everyone has that kind of cash just sitting around. Social media posts and letters are just as effective.

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?

So soulmates are a thing in my Dreams.

What's really interesting about it is this bond can be rejected. Which I consider a good thing, considering the amount of shit I go through. Having a choice in the matter is important to me. The idea of being bonded to someone, of having to accept it regardless of my feelings on the matter, it's abhorrent.

After Rhys broke that particular bombshell on me, I spent like a week cooped up in a cottage just painting. I needed the space, and he gave me that space, so I suppose I won't rip his face off.

But some of the stuff I painted before I'd ever met him makes a lot more sense now. The night sky, stars, the specific patterns...

He did eventually show his face, and we talked like, you know, adults. Honestly this stuff is easier to dream about than all the events that happened under the Mountain, or the high-key background dread that's hovering over us all.

I've learned there's a tradition among the Fae. That to offer food, and to have it accepted, is to accept the mating bond.

Had anyone else felt a sense of deja vu with their dreams?

It's maddening, really.


[Freye]

What was I thinking eloping? I would have had such a grand wedding! Planing the party been tiresome, but Padme been a real blessing.

We are going to have the best wedding reception!

While I am loathe to share my wife with the rest of the world, I do look forward to celebrating our marriage amongst friends.

That is if the reception even happens. I think my dear wife has scared almost everyone involved with the preparations off with the amount of times she has changed her mind about trivial things. I never thought there could be so much indecision over linens and especially since both options look white to me. But whatever my wife wants, she shall have.

I kind of miss Paris. But I think I gained ten pounds. Back to the gym with me I guess.

[Feyre]
How do you feel about potentially becoming the owner of many sweets?

my husband and I are planning our wedding reception while getting coffee this morning. We both decided to have a massive party for our friends and family.

All I can hear are the people outside yelling about dooms day. while I was on the phone with bakery. I handed the phone to my husband and went outside to yell at the group to move on, we all heard them, repeatedly.

In case you haven't heard, Dooms Day is upon us, blah, blah, blah!

It's just like my sister to freaking elope and not even tell me. I don't even know this guy, what if he's a loser? Or worse? Nesta and I might get along like oil and water but I don't want to see her hurt.

Pretty sure I had one of those ridiculous dreams you're all talking about...maybe you're not so ridiculous. I need a drink.

I don't know if I'm more concerned or more pissed off.

Has anyone ever been really, really pissed off at someone in their Dreams and also... really worried about them?

Rhys got his ass hurt so I went into this... rage and kind of ripped apart the people that hurt him.

Then I find out we've got this bond between us he didn't tell me about and I wanted to rip him apart.

So, question to those of you who aren't human, or fully human, anymore because of your Dreams. How do you tell your parents or other family members that aren't Dreamers that you aren't human? Because I won't be able to hide my cat ears from my parents forever.

So I'm doing better in my dreams, besides this thing with an evil king wanting to destroy us all, but personally? Much better now that I'm away from my ex.

Rhysand and the others are training me to use my new Fae abilities, including the ability to shift wings and fly.

And I've never felt so determined to do something and so at home among these people and their gorgeous city. It's like I'm finally realizing how badly I was treated in the Spring Court.

And the flight practice is really nice.

But my ex and his people still want to get me back, and Lucien, one of those friends who'd looked the other way, tried to 'save' me from my kidnapper. Instead, I showed him what staring too long into the darkness looks like, which is what he wanted to see. Nothing like the darkness I've seen, the darkness in the way his master treated me, or the darkness of an Old God who weaves human hair and skin.

Maybe they'll leave me alone now. I kind of doubt it. But ... I find the darkness suits me. The night is dark, and filled with glittering stars and the people who I was told were evil are among the most good and kind I've ever met. And they showed me Starfall, the night every year where the sky is filled with beautiful falling stars.

I've found joy in the night after so much pain in a false paradise. And... my new family. We're all broken, we've all suffered, but we found each other. I miss them.

Strange man on the street tried to put a camera in my face without warning and blames me for his broken equipment. He should be happy that's all I broke.

I still can't believe how many Starbucks you have. I'm pretty sure I saw them building a Starbucks across the street from another Starbucks. I like coffee, but I mean why.

Bao just won the Oscar for Best animated Short. Domee Shi, the director, is the first female to helm a Pixar short.

I'm so thrilled. It's amazing to me how things have changed from when I was a child. Representation is slowly reaching the media, females are given opportunities...yes, I recognize there's hard work at play and it's ongoing but really -- so much better than before.

Positivity, my friends!

I dreamed Rhys introduced me to the rest of his inner circle. They... all seem like good people. This is definitely not the Night Court I was led to believe were all monsters.

They're like me. Broken, but learning to be whole again. Or at least as whole as one can ever be. There'll always be cracks.

Kind of feel like I belong there. And have all along.

In my Dreamworld, the lesser Fae have to give tithes to the Lord of the Spring Court. And it seems kind of unfair, especially when food is scarce and they have nothing to give.

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I don't know what I expected when I took a nap, but I didn't expect to wake up with wings. Or tattoos that I only had in the dreams.

I don't seem to have my magic abilities yet, so, anyone with magical abilities, would you be willing to, uh, help conceal my wings so I can maybe leave my home at some point?

I think dream me got saved by the stupidly handsome dark prince of the night court.

I'd made a deal with him, to stay with him one week of every month. It was the payment for him saving my life.

Only he didn't come to collect until I started freaking out walking down the aisle of my wedding.

Tamlin and everyone kept telling me I was just there to make heirs, preserve the bloodline, and we both have nightmares but he never comforted me or let me help him.

But Rhysand just showed up. Like he somehow knew.

Whisked me away and ...the night court wasn't this horrid place of nightmares, but a beautiful building atop a mountain. And his torture for me was for me to learn to read. That was it. That was all he asked of me.

Normally this would be a rant about how much I hate Thanksgiving, but after last night's dream I'm a little focused on the fact that my dreamself is obviously depressed and the people who profess to love me aren't noticing that I'm dying on the inside.

And my new fiance that I died and was resurrected for is kind of...controlling.

Dream update.

Not actually dead.

Like. I watched myself die through someone else's eyes. Rhysand's I think, the Lord of the Night Court.

But then I didn't.

It was like each of the leaders of the courts gifted me a seed of their power, repairing my body and restoring my life.

I don't think I deserved it. Because of what I did for the last trial. But there you go. I'm alive and I get my man.

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What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck my ears are pointed what the fuck

So Dream!Michael is back to trying to protect everyone. Or I guess still since he never quits trying to. Whichever - he’s finally figured out a way to keep Claire safe when she’s on campus since he can’t leave the house: Shane. He doesn’t work right now so it’ll be easy for him to go with her and sit in on her classes. Makes perfect sense right? Until somebody managers to spill battery acid on her during one of the classes because he apparently didn’t realize they were up to something until after they started tipping it over her. Luckily she wasn’t hurt too badly because he did act quickly.

But then he decided to find a more permanent way to protect her - he made a deal with that fucking asshole Brandon to let him feed twice in order to keep his...pets from attacking Claire anymore. And the fact that he made Brandon promise not to drain him completely is supposed to make me okay with this. And as if all of this isn’t crazy enough - we find out the vampires are apparently looking for some book and Claire decides she’s going to fake it.

We’re all going to get killed by the time this is done. And yeah even though I’m a ghost already in them, I’m pretty sure that’s going to include me.

I can confirm if you fucking die in your dreams you don't die in real life.

The final task was to kill three people in cold blood. If I did that, the Fae would be free.

And I did it. But I never specified when they'd be free. Never make a deal with the Fae.

But I won, and that pissed her off. So she tried to kill me. I'm really lucky I didn't wake up with every bone in my body broken.

But I get the last laugh. Before all this started, she told me if I could solve a riddle, I'd win instantly.

I gave her the right answer with my dying breath.

It was stupid easy, but when you're illiterate it takes more time I guess.

I feel lousy. Apparently now I'm a patient, not just a tech. Been taken off rotation and admitted to the adult ward next door.. Didn't even see it creeping up, but I guess it makes sense. Been neglecting things like sleep and proper meals. Hospitals are boring, but I do have Jello. Fever dreams aren't better btw. Worse. So much worse.

I'm asking in the name of Scientific Inquery:

What substances and/or actions have people tried in effort to prevent themselves (or others) from Dreaming? Go!

I guess making a bargain with the Fae wasn't without a price.

I woke up with the tattoo that formed after I made the bargain. How does that work when the person you bargained with doesn't exist?

iss hsoptal?

My dreams have taken me down Under the Mountain.

But a lot of things that had been unclear I get now. My Fae Lord is cursed, and the woman who cursed his court rules their lands like a despot.

And I'm supposed to be the one to break the curse but I don't have any idea how I'm supposed to do that, except I managed to make a deal with her to do three trials.

That'll probably get me killed.

Honestly, the most unrealistic thing about TV and movies is that people pull up to places and find prime parking right in front of where they're going on the first try. Just once I'd like to see them have to circle the block like twelve times for that real estate.

I've heard this is the best, and generally secure means to getting in touch with the local community, which is not something I've done so much in the past. I'm Leia Organa, and I've recently moved to the area.

I'm involved with the Legal Aid Office in Santa Ana, and the Center for Human Rights and Constitutional Law. They've both got a pretty healthy social media presence already, but I thought it might be another way to reach out.

I've heard that also .. using this network is, just the done thing around here.

It’s definitely a little strange

Fae can eat my ass.

I get attacked by this big giant wolf thing so I kill it. The pelt was huge so I skin it and sell it to this hot mercenary woman.

But that night another big animal bursts into my shitty house, only he's some big Fae High Lord or something, because the big wolf turned out to be another Fae. And it was go back with him across the Wall or stay there and get slaughtered in front of my family. A life for a life. So I chose to go.

When we got there, his... second in command I guess? Was a lot nicer. Still an asshole so that's not much of an improvement. They all wore masks too. Some kind of enchantment or curse. I expected like a... cell, but I was given a gilded cage really nice room with the most amazing bed I've ever seen.

No one tells me anything, but there's this fairy. Some kind of evil flesh eating creature that if you trap it will tell you whatever you want to know. So I went out and trapped it. It wasn't too helpful but it did let me in on a few secrets. Such as Tamlin being the High Lord of the Spring Court.

Tamlin was pissed, but he'd made sure my family was safe, so I'll give him points for that. And he was teaching me to read, and he gave me paint. So much paint...I'm getting vaguely Beauty and the Beast vibes and he's pretty hot when he's not in a monster form.

They have this Spring Festival, too. I wasn't allowed to go so I went anyway, and nearly got dragged off by three evil Fae from another Court, only for the... most beautiful man I've ever seen to come to my rescue.

You guessed it. Also an asshole.

And that's when I woke up.

Fuck the Fae.

Man, being friends with Mulan is TOUGH! I mean, everyone wants her autograph, she always has to have the perfect smile for pictures...it's been HOT too! I hope that girl gets some well deserved time off!

But seriously, I know it's the summer and Southern California, but DOES IT HAVE TO BE SO HOT? I'll be someone's best friend if I can borrow their pool.

All of you talking about your stupid dreams did nothing to prepare me for my own.

Though except for living in some kind of medieval world on the human side of a wall blocking off Fae kingdoms, there wasn't much different in my life. Still me taking care of everyone else in my family.

There was this art contest and I won the second prize. So while I figure out how to use this wacom it was suggested I check out this network. I'm Feyre and you all seem to have a lot of free time on your hands.

I JUST SAW A MOUSE IN MY APARTMENT

Christ, getting shot is exhausting. Don't put that on your to do list.