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So. Derek's moved and Lydia is moving too once we graduate. I didn't even know they were thinking about it, but it's pretty much a done deal. Derek already went, and he signed the garage over to me. I don't even know what he was thinking. I can't be trusted near the equipment! I'm just the front desk guy. Maybe he thinks I'll learn to actually repair my jeep instead of patching it up with Duck Tape, but, no, really. I'm just going to patch it up with Duck Tape.

So uh. Anyone who knows something about cars and fixing cars without relying on Duck Tape, want a job? At least I already manage the books and payroll and stuff, and I'm the one who organised the files but...yeah. I have no idea what I'm doing, otherwise.

Joy of joys, there's a new werewolf in town, in my dreams. He got arrested and the Argents sent a goon dressed up like a deputy to the station with wolfsbane, only he didn't count on us meddling kids getting in the way. It could have been a lot worse than it was, but these dreams are so freaking exhausting.

I really wish I was older so I could drink, because these dreams are driving me to the edge.

All right everyone. Meet Spock.

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Two Ladybugs? My latest dream ended with dealing with two Ladybugs. And two Timebreakers, our latest villain. Who’s actually a friend of mine from school named Alix who got akumatized after Chloe dropped her antique watch, causing Alix to break it by accidentally skating over it. The whole thing was a confusing mess because of time travel. Which was Alix’ power as a villain, and what led to the doubles. I used Cataclysm to bring down a relief to prevent the Timebreakers from escaping and then the Ladybugs trapped them and got their skates, freeing the Akumas which fixed everything. Including the watch which Alix promised to be more careful with in the future so it wouldn’t get broken.

It's called creative problem solving - I wanted orange juice, couldn't get the lid off the bottle so I got a wrench out of the toolbox and used that to get it open. I don't get why Hazel is looking at me like this is the first time she's ever seen me do something like this.

Still surprised that I was actually able to do it - I was actually able to get a contract with a brand that isn't associated at all with my Father's brand. The lawyer worded it in a way that Nathalie has no control over the shoot, the campaign or the wages I'll get from it. It's all in my hands.

Someone brought their car into the garage and I'm amazed at the amount of duct tape that was inside the engine. I asked if they had taken any advice from Stiles but the client said that this was all done before making an appointment for service.

I can't believe I have to say this to people other than Stiles but please don't fix your car with duct tape. It's not a good fix and most of the time it just makes the problem worse.

First off, I would like to say that overall...Animal Crossing: New Horizons is a fun game.

However...

I dislike that the exercise equipment is mostly just for decoration. The workout bench is basically a bed and the exercise ball only bounces...at least make it a chair. I just want my little dude to workout. It’s not fair that I get to see the animals doing cardio and using small weights while I can’t do either.

Anyway, that’s my rant...sorry.

Newest dream has me taking my brother and Clarke to Lincoln's village. If not for Raven, we would've never gotten out of the dropship camp. DreamOctavia is intent on finding Lincoln. We'd all stopped for the night and DreamClarke and DreamBell had been talking about finding Finn and Murphy.

Dream O had a mini break down on her brother, talking about how she couldn't save Lincoln. And when they found Lincoln's village... It was a mess. Finn had killed a lot of people, all in search of Clarke.

I keep having the same dreams over and over.

I don't know if there's something I've missed that I'm supposed to figure out before I go forward, or what? But like Lydia and Derek are both further along than me and it makes no sense.

Nothing about these dreams makes sense, though, does it? I've tried to find patterns, I've even made like a crime scene board with yarn connecting points and facts and info, but nothing makes sense even with the visual.

It's like the dreaming is completely random and yet...I feel like there's a reason. Or a pattern, at least. I just can't find it.

I am so ready for a break from classes already 😩

I did get a completed Lego Death Star arrive from my dreams, though. Is it weird to miss a friendship you’ve discovered in the dreams but never had in real life?

So I finally had some of those dreams I always see people talking about. They were...intense to say the least. And some of it was very close to my own life. Is that usually the case for people?

I don’t remember things in Paris being decided the way they are in my Dreams. I don’t remember an American Idol type process to become a weather person on a teen news channel but that’s what happened. The girl who lost became akumatized by Hawk Moth into Stormy Weather, a villain with the ability to control the weather. Which she used to disrupt the photo shoot I was having in the park, trapping one of my classmates and a child on the carousel with a ball of ice that Ladybug and I got rid of by defeating Stormy Weather. And then Ladybug released the akuma after purifying it and everything returned to normal. I just wish I knew who she was. My dreamSelf is in love with her and there’s something...familiar about her but I don’t know what it is.

I almost forgot how relieved I always feel when it comes to the end of my Aunt's visits each Christmas we're in the States. I love her but the endless competitions between her and Frey get tiring after awhile and I couldn't spend every day on my bike or out climbing.

[Will]

So...are Apollo and Artemis that bad? And how annoyed are you guys that we dragged Hades into the betting pool?

Dreams picked up right where the last one left off. Peter and me, on the field outside the school dance, with Lydia on the ground, unconscious. Breathing, but. For how long? Peter made me leave. He let me call Jackson to tell him to rescue Lydia, at least, but then he made me drive to a parking garage where he had his nurse dead in the trunk of his car, and also a computer. He wanted me to hack into Scott's account to access the GPS to find his nephew.

He offered me the bite. He wanted to turn me into a werewolf. I refused. He thinks I'm a fool, but you know what? I think I made the right choice. Scott didn't have a choice. Lydia didn't have a choice. I did. I said no. And I'm okay with that.

Later, a local hunter interrogated me to find out what I know. He's a pretty scary dude, but I just sassed him. because that's what I do. He eventually let me go, and I went to the Hale house. Peter was killed, spectacularly, with a moltov cocktail. Lydia is still unconscious, and the bite isn't healing like Scott's did.

I swear, it's a bad teenage soap opera playing out in my dreams.

Lydia agreed to go with me to the formal. Totally the highlight of my dream life. I mean, I've had a serious crush on her since the third grade. We danced and it was amazing and...then she wanted to go find Jackson. The rest? Not so great.

I still can't believe that it's actually snowing again. Having moved from Bangkok, I'd never actually seen real snow before until the other day and part of me feels like I'm dreaming or something. It's just so crazy. My brother told me that my mom was freaking out the other day because of it, which I can definitely believe. My mom is definitely the dramatic type. How long does this usually go on for?

These dreams are like a freaking soap opera. I hate soap operas.

This one wasn't that bad, in the grand scheme of things. Scott and i stopped the werewolf hunter from interrogating Jackson. I went home and got my dad drunk so I could take advantage of him and read his official police reports about the recent 'animal attacks'. Then I rammed my jeep into Scott's mom's car because she was on a date with THE ALPHA.

Soap operas are made of this stuff.

Hey, Derek. I know you're not the bad guy now. In the dreams, I mean. Cause obviously you're not the bad guy here in the real world.

I met the Alpha. He looks kind of scrawny to be causing so much trouble.

And I think I'm gonna miss the game. The game where I was first line. Yeah. That kinds of sucks.

I don't think the school office bought my forged note excusing me from school today. Apparently being kidnapped to a weird town with witches trying to suck the life out of kids isn't a believable reason to skip class.

That? That was a wild ride and a half.

I hate these dreams. Why do they have to be so awful? My best friend is dead. And it's all my fault.

In the dream, I made first line on the school's Lacrosse team. Of course my excitement was short lived, because it was the day of the full moon, which meant I had to focus on Scott, and keeping him and everyone else in Beacon Hills safe. That didn't stop me asking him to try and see if Lydia was at all interested in me, but instead he kissed her. Which pissed me off. And made me act out. I chained him to the radiator in his room, but of course he got loose. He's a werewolf, super strength and all. I came up on a bunch of police, and a body on a stretcher and I thought it was my dad...it wasn't, but. Talk about a high adrenaline feeling. These dreams are going to kill me, I swear. I'm going to have a heart attack or something.

I woke up today and there were car keys by the door and the camaro that is in my dreams on the driveway. I have to get it into the shop and do an oil change but it looks like there's nothing wrong with it.

No Stiles. I won't need the duct tape.

I know people think without speaking sometimes, I do it all the time, but there are some times when I hear someone say something and I can't help but wonder if they just...can't think before speaking because they don't have the brain cells. My store has one of those Freestyle Coke machines. Coca-cola red, got their emblem on it all of that. A woman came up to me today and in complete seriousness asked me why our machine doesn't dispense Pepsi. And then didn't get why it couldn't dispense both despite being a Coke machine. Because, her logic, it's all soda.

Okay. True. But they're made by different companies.

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It's been like three weeks since I had a dream. And that dream was scary, but I got the jeep out of it, so that was cool. But like. Why haven't I had any more dreams? I want to know what happens next!

Supposedly I prefer chicken tinga over chicken mole. And my brother doesn't know not to sauce the sauce.

Well, dream version of my brother can be a dick. Okay, or maybe the dream versions of us are a bunch of dicks and brats. Dream me is all about correcting everything Seth says. And huh... seems that the lucky knife in the dreams is one that showed up here.

Dream me also seems to know a lot about... movies, I guess. These dreams are really screwed up. Also, duct tape is not good for injuries. Dream me is an idiot. And dream version of Seth thinks he can be 'fixed.'

Chloe would have liked my dream I just had. I swore SHE was Ladybug. Which is really, really stupid of me unless somehow she magically changes her hair black every time. I swear. Anyway, I tried to snoop a bit and took a picture of her locker and she got me in trouble and I got in trouble for it. Suspended for a week! Needless to say...I'm now added to the list of akumatized victims of Paris.

Lady Wifi! Not a bad name. Exposer of the truth. It was pretty cool that I had powers. Kind of really sucked I used them on my friends. At least I'm not always a villain. I could teleport through wifi devices, lock doors, record, freeze people and things. Luckily Cat Noir and Ladybug saved the day.

[Adrien]
With my new replacement phone I took a few pictures of you in the dreams I mean.

[Pretend its a picture. Too big. Tried making it smaller. It got distorted]

It's pretty fun getting to dress up as princesses for little kids birthdays. I had my first party where I got to be Alice.

Given the kind of dreams I have and I know Alice's daughter, Ally, I find it extremely funny. This one little girl said she hate's princesses and she's only at the party because it's for he best friend. She likes superhero's better. I told her pirates are where it's at.

That weird feeling of being happy for a friend that their career is taking off and hating it at the same time because you know you're going to miss seeing them since it's taking them out of the area for a while. Chloe wasn't the easiest person to get along with sometimes but she was a good friend when I first moved here.

Let’s see. Dream number three. I created jobs for us. PI business. First case is a missing girl. My part in this case? To go undercover. In a sorority. Just where I always wanted to be. Not. Cheering and hugging. And so much pink.

Girls night is code for drinking wayyyyy to much. For sorority girls they could drink. So not the torture fest I was imagining. I left to go snoop around and got caught. They didn’t seem mad though.

Turns out the sorority girls weren’t the killers. Bo went missing and I called Dyson. I knew I was outmatched. This fae was called a Kappa. Some Japanese fae that was completely hollowed out its victims. Gross. Dyson killed it. Weak spot? Tea pot like head. Seriously weird.

These dreams are going to kill me. Like I swear I'm going to have a heart attack. Scott and I were at the school at night, no one else was there except the janitor. Oh, and the Alpha werewolf that's trying to get Scott in his pack. There were no alarms, no locked doors. Like seriously. My real life school? Locked up like a tomb at the end of the day, no one goes in or out after hours.

But there we were, with the Alpha stalking us. It sent Allison a message to meet Scott at the school. She was with Lydia and Jackson, so they came too. And then we were all like sitting ducks. He'd already killed the janitor, and now he was trying to kill us. Or making us think he was trying to kill us. Jackson wanted me to call my dad because he's the sheriff, but I didn't want to and I hit him! I totally sucker punched Jackson Wittmore and lived to tell it.

Well, my dad eventually did show up, but by then the Alpha was long gone. So was the janitor's body. Scott and I realised the Alpha wasn't trying to kill us, he was trying to make Scott kill us. Kill his old pack, his friends, and join the Alpha's pack. In the dream the Alpha tore the battery out of my jeep and threw it through the window of the classroom where Scott and I were taking cover.

But the cool thing? That jeep is here. It was in the drive way the morning. Keys and all!

Dream me is an idiot. The things I do, man. And school. The school dream me goes to is a joke. Seriously. The teachers there do not care what we talk about, or what we do, or if we have a beeping heart rate monitor in class. My best friend and I got detention, because I set him up for a fight. But whatever. We were the only two in detention, supposed to be silent working time, right. We sit there and talk about how Scott has something and he can do things no one else can do and that means he has to do something and...the teacher just tells us we can leave. Early. Because we were talking? I don't get it. But it's weird. My whole dream reality is just a little far fetched.

I thought dying in my dreams was bad, but now I’ve experienced it in real life and I wouldn’t recommend it. It's not something I want to do again. [Filtered away from Elena and Katherine Gilbert] Especially not when it causes my sisters to turn off their humanity to cope with it. At least in the real world neither of them burned our house down like Elena did in the dreams.

With everything that just happened, I'm surprised that there's no damage to the garage. Everything seems to be in one piece.

Welp. That was an interesting dream.

Scott, Allison, and Lydia all skipped school and Jackson was acting weird. Scott wasn't answering his phone, I went to see Lydia. And she was asleep so I answered her phone and there was a video and I think maybe it was the werewolf. Not Scott, obviously. The one that bit him maybe.

Other than that, meh.

These dreams are ridiculous. Like. I don't even know. Scott and I should be dragged by the ear to the guidance counselor at school. Seriously. And then I end up with an injured werewolf in my jeep and we end up at the vet clinic where Scott works and he wants me to cut his arm off. Like seriously, with a bone saw or whatever and I was just about to do it when Scott finally showed up with the antidote because the werewolf had been shot with wolfsbane. And it was kinda wicked awesome cool, but. Seriously? Like really, seriously?

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Hey everyone, I'm Kate. I just moved here, gonna be going to school in the fall. I'm from Texas originally. It's way different here.

I am SO sick and tired of waking up with injuries. Last time it was my head. Seems it wasn't just my head, it was my leg too. The grounder was there in my dreams. He took me back to his cave and just... I woke up in pain and fear. Then again, have a guy come at you with a sword that's hot as hell and see how scared you are. He cauterized the leg wound.

Also, has anyone had a dream where it's like two sets of pictures in one? Kind of like the second screen thing on a television? I had that happen in this dream. Showing me myself and Bellamy when we were younger. Before the guards got a hold of me and locked me up.

Also, using antlers for a crutch? I wouldn't recommend it. I nearly got out of that cave. I did get out of the cave. Bellamy and the others almost got to me, but the grounder got to me first. Guess that's where the chains came from. Since he chained me up in that stupid cave. He just underestimated me. Kind of knocked him out and got the key.

My big brother showed up then, but Finn is pretty bad off. Knife to his chest. I don't like this. Hopefully Clarke can save him.

Also, even though my big brother showed up to save me, we got into it. It wasn't good either. I'm glad that we're not like that HERE, in this place. I couldn't take something like that.

Okay. My dreams are just ridiculous now. Scott and I apparently sit around, at school, in class, discussing his current predicament. Anyone, students and teachers alike, can hear us because we don't seem to make any effort to keep it under wraps. And no one questions a thing. Not even when the medics have a guy on a stretcher and he surges up screaming and I'm all 'this is good, you didn't kill him. Dead guys don't do that' and he's all 'Stiles. I did that.' And out teacher, who had just separated us for talking in class but didn't for one second question the nature of our conversation, didn't bat an eye even though he clearly heard us.

And then we talk about the fact dreams feel real, but they're just dreams. And this was inside my dream. And where I was previously an advocate for Scott playing it safe and not seeing the girl he likes, the second he suggests canceling his date with her I'm the one insisting that he 'can't just cancel' his life. Dream me is a hypocrite, and I don't know what to think about him.

Especially since I apparently don't bother to use the front door at Scott's. When I wanted to see him, I climbed up on the roof and climbed in his bedroom window. His mom almost attacked me with a baseball bat, and the first thing I said was "Do either of you even play baseball?" Like having a bat was the most unnatural thing in the world. Because having my best friend get bit and become a werewolf is completely normal, or something.

These dreams are just weird. But hey. Lydia (And Jackson and Danny and Allison) sat at the lunch table with me and Scott at school. Which was pretty cool. Because dream me has the biggest crush on Lydia.

These dreams are like super intense. Last night, I dreamed about a Lacrosse game, and like. My best friend, the one who's now a werewolf, had no business trying to play even though he made first line, because anger and adrenaline seem to be a trigger for him to wolf out. He doesn't go full wolf, he gets the fangs and the claws and stuff, but. He tried to kill me, he like hunted me in the locker room and I sprayed him with the fire extinguisher to make him stop and he was himself again but he didn't even remember trying to kill me. And I didn't want him to play in the game, but of course he did and he scored the winning goal, but then he had to leave the field and we found the other half of the body we were looking for before, too. It was pretty damn eventful.

[Derek]
Are you having these dreams too? Cause if you are...we need to talk. And if you're not, forget I said anything. Because I know it sounds crazy, but you're in my dreams, and I'm not really sure you're a good guy in them. In fact, I'm pretty sure you're not.

I don't sleep in my dreams.

Sure would be nice if that carried through here.

These dreams are no joke. Where's the pass option?

Success! Maman has decided with everything that happens around here she would feel better if Casper lived inside the house with us and the dogs. So now I just need to take him to the vet to get his shots and a collar and he'll be safe inside from anyone trespassing in our yard. She says his bed will have to be downstairs in the living room but that's fine. He's going to be in the house now.

Oh my god! Alex is going to kill me! She is so not going to be happy when she gets home. My pod showed up. The pod I came to earth in, in my dreams. It's in our living room. I don't know what to do about this. This is not good. Crap! The dreams really needed to give me my pod? Why? I need to figure out what to do with this thing.

I know all about the dreams, I've heard people talk about them on this network, finally I guess I join the club.

I dreamed that I lived on an island, called the Isle. It was horrible, dark, dank, and everything on it was awful. The food was all spoiled, had flies all over it, everything was bitter or just gross. The sad thing about it, everyone who lived there, acted like it was normal.

They thought it was alright to live that way, because they always have lived that way.


The thought of it all just grosses me out.

Things I am learning from my dreams;

• People will just let teenagers go anywhere. Closed museums, abandoned castles, empty fun parks, haunted movie sets. It's all good.
  
• Scooby (and Shaggy) should be exceptionally overweight, fighting diabetes and high blood pressure, or potentially dead from the amount of food eaten in the space of one night.
  
• Some people come up with exceptionally elaborate plans to scare people away in order to obtain family fortunes, escape with money or just plain old fashioned revenge.

The whole thing is a little implausible, but over all we do seem to just stumble on a mystery very easily.

There was a new collar left for Scooby today, the one from the dreams. He seems to really like it at least.