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The barista at my local cafe just called me "sir." I feel like I may have been letting myself go a little bit lately, but sir? I don't think I look like a sir.

I guess it doesn't matter. My wet cap came out just fine.

I think it's about time I take a vacation. I can't remember the last time I did, so any recommendations as to what would be a good destination is most welcome.

So what's the spiciest food you can handle?

I must apologize to everyone for I feared this whole community was a bit bonkers. Talking about dreams as if it were another life, items randomly appearing in their rooms? You can't fault a woman for not believing it! At least until recently.

It seems I'm officially apart of the club, although I'm not sure what to think of it. I was sitting on a cloud, powdering my nose when I received a letter from two children in a request for a nanny. Other than the cloud portion of it, it actually seemed quite normal. I woke up almost feeling the mist from being up there.

( Private to William )

Given that discovery of a possible lake on Mars, there is something everyone should know before going there.

Don’t drink the water.

My Dreams answered a few questions, but left me many more. There's a five or six year gap. I have my suspicions what I was doing, but I return to that temple, and then the next thing I dream is of ears later. So the details are missing.

The rebellion is over, we won. Anakin's pyre was still smoldering when I

But while everyone celebrates, Sabine and I have a promise to fulfill to an old friend. And with our luck, we're going to fly into who-knows-what dangers.

I've been having these dreams of living in this apartment every night since Sunday. It was all pretty normal, until I started having dreams in the dreams. I'm not sure how, but in my dreams, I dream about the apartment, but it's not my apartment. Someone else lives there and it's...I don't know how to describe it, but it's bad. It's all run down and covered in rust. At least I hope it's rust. And there's this....guy...zombie? who crawls out of the wall and comes after me! It just about grabs me and I wake up.

I don't think I like this.

The 2018 Pulitzer Prize winners had some fantastic stories about the last year. The use of social media in reporting the California fires kind of reminded me of this forum. For all the strange things that happen here, this place is rather ideal for organizing resistance and relief efforts. Don't you think?

I think I may have had a couple of those Dreams you all have been talking about, but I'm not really sure.

The first one I had I saw what I think is a prehistoric forest. I don't know if that really counts, but when I woke up I realized that I'd been asleep for twenty-four hours. Is that...does that happen here? Like, is that normal?

The other dream was different, it was actually kind of normal, just me moving into a new apartment, but when I woke up, it didn't feel as though it was a dream. I actually expected to be in that apartment. Is that normal?

I'm grateful that I was able return to work today. After rather shamefully falling asleep during a meeting last week and waking in the hospital a full day later, I was told that I should remain home despite the fact that nothing could be found wrong. Although I thought I saw a bench walking around this morning, so perhaps I should make sure that everything is okay.

I have to admit to being relieved to read that others dreamed of a prehistoric forest, though I must confess that the whole thing is rather confusing. Those certainly weren't my normal Dreams.

I had Lucky Charms for breakfast, AND for lunch today. Because I'm an adult and I make my own decisions.

I love being able to make bad choices and not have to see my mother and sister's judgment around every corner.

Okay, so raise your hand if anyone else had a weird dream about Sabretooths. Like, that stuff's not from my dreamworld for sure but the other day I 'woke up' or dreamt I was in prehistoric times and it felt very freakin' real.

[OOC EDIT: I CLEARLY DID NOT READ THE WIKI CLOSE ENOUGH AND DIDN'T REALIZE DINOS WERE EXTINCT IN THIS ERA AND IT WAS ALL BIG MAMMALS. OOPS. I'M RETCONNING FINN'S COMMENTS TO SABRETOOTH CATS.]

That was weird. Then again, no weirder than anything else I've dreamt. Anyway, it was like a dream in my dreams. A vision really. When we went from the Seelie Realm to Edom, something showed me a vision. It was like my perfect life. I was a famous rock-star, living in a penthouse of a nice hotel, in New York. Only thing that was off was that I was with Clary. I was with Clary, but when we kissed I called her Isabelle and that broke the spell or whatever it was and I woke up in Edom. And let me tell you; Edom is not a nice place for a vacation.

That was probably the shortest dream I've had since I started dreaming.

So having Alec and Magnus back in town has been really awesome cause now Isabelle and I aren't the only ones at the Institute. I have no regrets about moving in, but when you're alone in that place, it can be pretty damn creepy. So having more people here is nice.

I've been getting a lot of repeat Dreams, but nothing new for months now. This morning, though, the van that my Dream-self drives was sitting out front in our driveway. I'm really excited for this because it is a sweet van, but I kinda wish I had gotten it the first time Orange County decided to flatten my car.

So I'm gonna make this official. I'm alterin' my practice a bit.

If you gots Dreams an' you need someone to talk to, I'm your girl! If you ain't got cash, just pay me in donuts, I figure I oughta pay it forward. I'll even sign off on your meds if ya need 'em!

Pretty sure bikini season is over for me forever. But then so are the dreams. Or at least I think they are. I hope they are

The good news is that I only have eighteen units left before I graduate.

The bad news is that I have no idea what to do next.

Last night I had a Deam within a Dream, more drama than I care to admit, and woke up thinking about my Ex. Not entirely pleasant. I wish there was a way to brush all these thoughts from my head--like brushing plaque off teeth. But so far I haven't heard of anything that does that. Unless there's something I don't know about.

It's quite a distraction from my schoolwork.

Anybody else ever wake up in the morning and the only thing running through your head is “Shit I need a drink after that dream?” I dreamt about someone I don’t even know in this life dying in a fire while I had to hold their brother back on the sidewalk to keep them from running inside. Because apparently he was my best friend? Even just writing it here is making my head hurt trying to figure it out.

I may have just called my ex-boyfriend and left "Blue Christmas" on his voicemail.

I find it really interesting that throughout my entire career as a villain, never once was I arrested. It's not until Scott bloody Summers that I end up in jail. The break out was a nice touch, but here's hoping that it's actually the end of my relationship with him. There really should be only so much a woman can take.

How is it that ALL of my midterms are hitting around the same time? It feels that way, anyway. Taking 18 units might not have been the best idea this semester. I'm a touch on the swamped side, and feel like I haven't come up for air.

At least I ordered my Halloween costume early. I've got black cat ears and a tail, and a facepaint crayon to draw on my nose and whiskers. Easy as pie.

The teacher of my Tuesday night class just told us today that we are expected to come in on Halloween.

That'll put a dampener on my festivities for the day.

For some strange reason, I'm finding it hard to get back into the swing of things after this three-day-weekend more than any other I've ever experienced. I'm exhausted and distracted, staying up far too late and the alarm comes far too early. Am I the only one?

My mother is setting up a spa weekend for us--my sister, my mother, and me--and though I'd rather not go, I don't really have any idea how to get out of it.

Learned why the dreams are so different, and what killed my dad and his ship. The ship that destroyed Vulcan, it was the same one as killed my dad.

I met an older Spock. The same Spock from my first dreams. He was... so much older than I last remembered. I can't imagine what he's been through in the century since my first death.

We melded, and he showed me many things about the future. Waking up from that had been like... reliving my other life all over again. He showed me that the enemy ship had come from the future, and that its commander would stop at nothing until the Federation was destroyed. Vulcan was only the beginning.

With the elder Spock's help, I was able to get back onto the Enterprise, and proved to Spock that he was emotionally compromised. I took command of the ship. Spock eventually returned to the bridge, and we hatched a plan to catch the enemy unaware, and beam on board his ship.

We rescued our Captain, who'd been captured, and stopped the attack on Earth.

I'm a little surprised no one's mentioned Jodie Whittaker as the 13th Doctor. Thoughts?

So, the guy who tried to kill me might not actually be dead. My parents hate the guy I'm with, and they're sending my friends and me to a shrink. The town doesn't believe us (what else is new) and I'm absolutely finished with these damn Dreams.

I can't believe dream me hasn't just lost it by now. Not only does no one believe us about what happened to Ian, but now we might be moving away from Rosewood and Ian might not even be dead. At least I have a chance of staying, if I can get a scholarship, which while it would be nice to get away from all the crap with A, I wouldn't want to leave my friends to deal with her. With my luck though, A would probably still torture me in Texas. But, there's also a girl I kind of like, in the dreams, and it'd suck to have to end it before it began.

I'm just glad that all I have to deal with in the waking world are finals. No stalkers or creepy texts or messages. Just the usual stress of finals.

My sister won't stop playing country music. COUNTRY MUSIC. She said there's something wrong with her phone, but I don't believe her. She's doing it to drive me crazy. Most if it is so irritating.

I don't mind the pop stuff as much. And the bluegrass? It's actually quite pretty. But whenever Alison Krauss and Union Station or Dixie Chicks or Shania Twain come on, she changes it back to the more misogynist "Bro Country" crap, and she won't listen when I tell her it's disturbing and degrading toward women. Maybe she's just doing it to piss me off. And it's seriously working.

I need to move out of this house more now than ever before.

Someone needs to tell me to stop watching Forensic Files; especially since I'm home alone. Considering I have dreams about basically having a crazy stalker, I shouldn't be watching something like this. I just make myself paranoid, but there's something slightly fascinating about it. Why do I do this to myself?

I've had it. I'm done. I'm never sleeping again.

I'm happy to say that my dream self seems to have been cleared. For now. The DA's dropping the charges because the blood evidence was messed up or something. So I'm not sure that they won't try to charge me if they find new evidence again, but I'm not going to jail, which is a positive.

The rest of the dream stuff is pretty overrated, though. Except I'm apparently working on a motorcycle?

( Private to Spencer )

( Private to Emily )

So much has happened in my Dreams. I don't know where to start. Now I'm a person of interest. They think I'm a murderer.

I have to get out of this house.

Yo. Name's Penny. I need some quick cash for a new car and was told this was probably the best place to look for a temporary job. Whatever you need I've probably done it before so HMU. Nothing wildly illegal, not interested in getting arrested. Number is [phone number] if that's what you prefer.

My dreams tend to go from the deep to the bizarre.

The last few weeks I dreamed of children manipulated by an other-dimensional being, someone stealing Spock's brain, we picked up an ambassador who's appearance can drive a human being mad. We were experimented on by a race that forgot what emotions were, and then later were trapped in an energy web while the very nature of the local space drove us mad.

Last night, we encountered a generation ship that had gathered rock and debris to resemble and asteroid and had to both break the inhabitants free of an over controlling computer system and stop the asteroid from impacting a planet.

So much happens at once it takes me some time to process the dreams. Sometimes I can dream of weeks passing in a single night.

One of the coffee shops I frequent (yes one of. I have plenty.) has a "drink of the month" special. For February, it's a Raspberry, White Chocolate Mocha. Sounds like sugar in a cup to me, but people swear by it. So I've ordered one, and am waiting for the barista to finish making it.

Should I be this nervous over trying a new drink?

Well, my sister's off on her Honeymoon now. Thank goodness.

Does Does anyone know how an eighteen inch Nutcracker can come to life and attack with a tiny, toy rifle? I was in the kitchen, so I grabbed a knife and... This is just insane. This is completely insane.

I guess it's a good thing I'm not living under the delusion that I'm well-liked in my dreams. I get some of the longest stares, like I'm about ten seconds away from some psychological break. Not to mention the fact that I'm more than well aware of how little the people in my dreams want to be around me. Sorry, Em, for making dream!you uncomfortable. I know you didn't want to be my lab partner

Apparently there are enough idiots in the school to spend time and money filling my locker with shaving cream so all of my school books ended up covered in the stuff. That's been fun.

But at least I can rely on the fact that they are probably going nowhere in life.

I know it doesn't seem like it because of the news coverage, but there's more going on today than Clinton versus Trump. The ballots are full of propositions that will change California. Please go out and vote!

Midterms! I'm practically living on coffee, and I'm not sure I've slept in a week. I'm sure I'll need some stress relieving activities once this is over.

Anyone have any good techniques to relieve stress?

My friend Will told me about this place, so I thought I'd come and check it out. I'm Spencer, I grew up around here, but I was gone for a year. I'm back now, going to UC: Irvine as a Liberal Arts major. I look forward to meeting you all.

My best friend Hanna told me about this site. I'm surprised there was social media she didn't know about, but whatever. There's a ton of it, and I'm not exactly up to date on it all either, so I can't say much. I'm told I should be to promote my art, but self promotion can be kinda hard sometimes.

Since it's the internet I'm just gonna leave this Cat link here. Cats are still taking over the net right? I took that photo of a neighbors cat. I'm interested in photography and writing and all kinds of stuff. Also traveling, my family did quite a bit of it before I moved out here to go to college.

Having to find a way to explain why I woke up with a broken leg to my mom was not a good way to spend yesterday. Ugh. This just got a lot more annoying.

[Anna and Caroline]
Looks like I'll be missing both Vegas and Disneyland :(

Some creepy one sentence horror stories.

~I was looking at my pictures on my cell phone. Found one of me sleeping. I live alone.

~My daughter was crying and screaming all night. I visited her grave told her to stop.

~My daughter heard her named being called downstairs as she walked towards the hall I pulled her in my room and said I heard that too.

~I was awoken my a comforting womens voice off the baby monitor I switched positions in bed and brushed up against my wife.

Soooooooo~

Should I be worried that at the tender age of nine I am a career criminal? It's for the good of a nation. But I'm shockingly good at outsmarting grown men. Hmm. Should worry about the army's training program.

In other news; my bestie Tifa is having a Halloween party are her place and I'm in charge of party games! What're the best Hallloween party games? Ideas people pleeeeeease!

Whew. Practice ran late tonight. You are all cordially invited to the UCLA production of The Nutcracker. Shows run from Friday the 18th to Thursday the 24th. The choreography I've learned is really fantastic. I'm sure if you like ballet you'll enjoy this.

I'm not entirely sure how this happened, but a little old lady is apparently going to call a corporate I do not answer to to complain about my nonexistant service at a store I don't work at. Because I, another customer, am waiting in line with my groceries, would rather ignore her and play with my phone than opening up another line.

I'm wearing a sweater and jeans. The store employees are wearing green polos with khakis. If I was at least wearing the store colors, I'd get the confusion. Either way I still don't get the sheer entitlement.

After very literally months and months of hassling myself, I've finally decided to cave in and sign up for this network. So, let's see. It looks like introductions are customary, so I'll do my bit.

My name is Remus Lupin. I've lived here practically my whole life, so I know it can be a bit inexplicably odd at times (it seems like you talk about that a lot here, I thought I'd save myself from the warnings). I'm in my penultimate year of undergraduate studies at UC Irvine. History major and English minor. I'm sure I've seen some of you around? I think that's really all there is to say other than I like tea and pizza.

Believe it or not, I have never seen any of the Saw movies. Eleven years after the first one came out and I'm watching it for the first time now. Ya know, this would never happen to the Dread Pirate Roberts.