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Apr. 23rd, 2021


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So it's my turn to share the happy news - Izzy and I are going to be expanding Cheshire Confectionaries to include catering services through our website. I know from past experience that it'll make keeping track of things a lot easier for me at least. Plus Cheshire can't mess with the orders that way since they'll be stored on the computer and not just written down somewhere.

Apr. 7th, 2021


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Ain't none of my dreams been pretty, but this last one was interesting. I told Carl the story about how my mom died, set herself on fire smoking in bed. He told me he shot his mom, ended it before she turned. We got cornered by a lone walker, put it down and it had a knife stuck in its throat. Turned out it was Carol's knife. I sulked off alone, feeling bad for my friend who deserved better, right, and I kicked in a door, and there she was/ Alive, barely. Ain't sure how she survived, but she's a hell of a fighter. I carried her back to where we're living, but that's when I woke up.

Mar. 29th, 2021


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Well at least I have one actual friend in my Dreams even without my mother's support for my desires though. Mary Ann, my confidante there and one of the maids, helped me get to my room and out of my flour covered dress without running into my mother since we both know that she'll fly into a rage if she sees me that way. While getting me ready she and I get to share some of the gossip that we've overheard around the house and around the town too - like that the King is planning to introduce his new jester at the ball tonight. And that there's going to be an empty storefront on Main by the end of that month which will be perfect for our pastry shop.

DreamMe knows that I'll have to act quickly to get the store before someone else and before Mother finds out what I'm up too since no heir of Rock Turtle Cove has ever owned or run a business and she's not intending for me to be the first. Since the theme of the party is black and white, I'd planned on a simple sort of white ball gown - which honestly I fell in love with here when I woke up to my wardrobe having crossed over - but Mother shows up at my room and insists that I wear her choice, a low cut red dress that is too just a little too small and the corset has to be cinched far too tight for my comfort in order for me to wear it. My mother's response when I tell her I can't breathe because of how tight it is "You shouldn't take seconds on desserts and you'll just have to go without dinner tonight". I just know that when the next Dream hits if it's that party it's going to be utter hell for me.

Mar. 26th, 2021


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I'm starting to wonder when I'm gonna have another dream. Not that I'm too fussed about it. Aside from hoping Rick gets his act together and that baby survives, I ain't too keen on knowing what happens next.

Mar. 23rd, 2021


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Sometimes I find myself stopping at thinking how bizarre it is to live in a place like The Institute. For anyone not familiar with it; it sometimes reminds me of dorms you sometimes see in British movies or tv shows. You know how all those old Universities have these big, old stone buildings as their dorms? Well it's kind of like that and considering only four of us live here, it feels even bigger sometimes. In my dream world, Institutes usually house a large number of Shadowhunters, but even in my dreams there aren't a lot of Shadowhunters that live in the New York Institute. It's also a little weird since I don't live there, in my dreams. I'm still at the Shadowhunter University, which is an even bigger and older and draftier version of old British dorms.

Speaking of which, I really hope I have another dream soon. I've said it before, but I really want to know if I survive the ascension and become a Shadowhunter. It's killing me, not knowing.

Mar. 22nd, 2021


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Some poor sap challenged me to a drinkin' contest. Bastard probably needs to go to a hospital.

Mar. 2nd, 2021


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The baby doesn't have a name, yet. Rick's kind of gone off the rails, but who can blame him? Lori's dead and we got a little one to feed. Maggie and me went to ransack a day care, found some bottles and formula, and a opossum for the rest of us. I gave the baby her first bottle, called her Li'l Asskicker. It was a weird level of normalcy in the middle of our messed up lives.

While Maggie and me was out, I picked up a Cherokee Rose to lay on Carol's memorial. We ain't found her body, or seen her shuffling around like the undead, but ain't no way she survived that attack. I miss her. I woke up feeling heavy hearted and maybe even a little depressed. Morale's gonna tank if that baby don't make it.

Feb. 10th, 2021


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By the Angel the Institute feels emptier without Izzy here So...either Simon or I are going to have to learn how to cook. I'm voting him.

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So I've had some more dreams and they...weren't good. I'm in my early 30s now, and I was trying to solve a series of bombings in Neptune. I figured out who it was and we saved a lot of people but I couldn't save Logan. He died in a car bomb that was meant for me. And to top it all off, we'd just gotten married an hour ago.

Then it was a year later and I was talking to Logan's therapist and leaving Neptune for a case.

Feb. 3rd, 2021


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Turns out the prison wasn't secure like we thought. We got over run, and took some losses. T-Dog and Carol didn't make it. Lori went into labor. Ain't sure what happened there, but Maggie and Carl came out with the baby. And for everyone who's following along, we found some crutches for Herschel. He and Beth found a place to wait out the attack, and survived.

[Julian Randol Murphy]
How do you feel about managing the restaurant today? Feel like I need to take a personal day.

Jan. 26th, 2021


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I think it's a sign of growth or something that dream me is taking to living in the prison.

Meanwhile, the restaurant is doing great. Dreams aside, I'm glad I opened the location in the OC.

Jan. 17th, 2021


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I knew them prisoners we found was gonna be trouble. Rick made a deal, half their food stash and we'd help them clear out a cell block. First thing, they broke ranks and surged at a pack of walkers. Somehow survived, next time one of 'em got bit. The leader, me and Rick already talked about keeping eyes on him, attacked the guy. Moving on, asshole tried to get Rick killed by shoving a walker at him.

He won't too happy to see Rick didn't get bit, and the two had a standoff. Rick...machete'd his head. One of the other prisoners took off, Rick went after him. Me and T-Dog stayed with the other two. Rick came back alone, and we took the two surviving prisoners to their new cell block.

Meanwhile, Glenn and the girls was trying to keep Hershel alive. He stopped breathing, Lori did CPR and he survived, woke up, ain't turned. So at least there's that. Ain't sure he's gonna be all right, but at least he ain't a walker.

I got a feeling life in the prison ain't gonna be sunshine and roses.

Jan. 5th, 2021


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More Alec drama. No truck or phone all because of being a demonstrator. Supposedly the old man wanted us to take care of a broken fence, but dream me is determined to keep calling him a traitor saying he can do things himself.

In other words, we're back to not giving me a lot.

Jan. 2nd, 2021


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Had another action packed dream. We ransacked a house, but there was walkers outside, so we couldn't stay. It's been like that for a while. We try to find a place to hole up but it's not long before we gotta move on. So Rick and me was out hunting and we saw a prison. Perfect place, right? With the fences and such.

We cleared the yard and spent the night there. And then we cleared out closer to the building and worked out way inside. Everyone claimed a cell in Block C, cause it was clear. I slept in the perch, ain't sleeping in no cage. Next day we were gonna clear out more, but we got surrounded, and Hershel got bit and we managed to hole up in the cafeteria. Rick cut Hershel's leg off since we know the bite infects, but it's the dying that causes a man to turn. So maybe we can save his life.

Ain't sure how he's gonna survive without one of his legs, but I reckon we'll deal with that if he survives at all. And then, shocker of all shockers, there were people in the cafeteria. Prisoners, probably. ZThey wasn't turned. So...that's interesting. But that was the end of the dream, that's when I woke up.

Dec. 26th, 2020


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Looks like I'm going to have to get a license to drive a motorcycle. Nice of the dreams to gift me with the bike, and the vest to make me feel like a real biker. A half dozen handmade bolts for the crossbow were also in my room this morning, and a pair of shoe laces. Sounds odd, I know. but I use them in the dreams to tie the bottom of my pants so they're not flapping around and makes it harder for the walkers to grab hold of me or something. So it makes a lot of sense really. The part that doesn't make sense is how these things are real outside of the dreams.

Dec. 6th, 2020


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Obviously, dream me isn't fond of Alec big time. There were chores that needed to be done, horse stalls, and he was going to leave. Alec stopped him momentarily. Talking about how it's unlike him to not do chores.

Well, shit. Dream me isn't exactly... a good kid. Hats, bandana for a mask. That doesn't scream good kid. Fuck. I'm sure he's part of some riot group. Damaging corporate buildings and shit. He's an anarchist.

Seems like dad found out about what dream me did, so when I got back he got touchy about it. Dream me is determined to make Liber8 move. Pretty sure if not for mom seeing him shove me up against the wall, the man would've hit me. Though, I was trying to get him to hit me too. Looks like we had a farm of our own, that would've been mine if we hadn't of moved.

Also, Alec was the one that ratted me out to the old man. And... I decided that I was done with him from that moment on, before walking away out of the stables.

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Last night's dream showed me that Shane did in fact intend to kill Rick, Rick killed him though. And then the bastard turned, without getting bit, same as the kid with the broken neck. Guess the gunshots attracted walkers, and the farm got over run. We all ended up scattered. We lost Jimmy and Patricia, but the rest of us met up at the highway where we'd left supplies for Sofia before we knew she was lost. Found a place to hole up for the night, but wasn't nobody gonna relax enough to sleep out in the open, after all that.

No idea what the future holds, but least we found our way back to each other. Our group is broken, sure, but we're together. Maybe we still got a shot.

Nov. 19th, 2020


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I'd hoped certain events would happen differently in my dreams this time, but it looks like the broad strokes still remain the same. Got through the haunted trainyard and they're trying to blow up the pillar holding the plate over the sector up.

Midgard is built on two levels; one level are plates where the middle class and rich people live, the areas below are the slums with everyone else. The company that owns Midgard is planning on dropping one of the plates onto the slums and then blaming my group for it.

We might still be able to stop it but the last time we couldn't. I keep hoping that because these new dreams are so different, maybe this will change.

Maybe it's a fool's hope.

Nov. 5th, 2020


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Not really my thing, but figure might as well. If I don't then my niece and best friend might actually tease the shit out of me over it.

So, hello. I'm Frank Castle. Nice to meet you.

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These dreams are going to drive me to drink. The kid I tortured in the last one? Seemed like he slipped the cuffs and went on the run. Only he had help. Shane, the wild card in our group, took him out and killed him. Snapped his neck. And he turned. Without getting bit. I got no explanation for that. Shane led us on a wild goose chase to find the prisoner, knowing full well he was dead. Glenn and me, we were tracking the kid. When we found him, it didn't take long to figure it out. Shane was luring Rick out alone so he could kill him. We heard the gun shot, and that's when I woke up.

If Rick's dead, our group will fall apart. Hershel let us move into the farm house, but we're all doomed if Shane tries to take over.

Oct. 4th, 2020


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I have a feeling that dream me? He doesn't like his brother very much. I'm curious on the why, but at the same time not.

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Dream me is turning out to be a right prick.

Sep. 11th, 2020


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I got a motorcycle dog carrier for Bernie, he seemed to really love it, even got him some stylish goggles to protect his eyes.

I might spoil him too much, but he deserves it, trust me.


Only now he's seen a dog in a sidecar and he's not loving the carrier as much, because now he wants to be beside me to see everything and not my back.

Sep. 7th, 2020


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Honestly, whenever I think my dreams can't possibly get any worse, they do. We decided that we're going to try and take out Negan and the Saviors on our own so we tried to recruit another community that we had recently found out about. We figured they would join us mostly because Negan had already terrorized them by killing all the men in their community, but their leader refused. We took their guns though, because Negan had taken most of ours. We promised to bring them back.

Then of course, when it came time to put our plan into action we were betrayed by another group we had recruited and Rick and his son were almost killed by Negan, but luckily, at the last minute Maggie and I and the rest of Hilltop as well as King Ezekiel and The Kingdom showed up and we helped run Negan and the Saviors out of Alexandria. Of course there were some casualties and our ultimate plan failed, but we survived. I just know that Negan is going to retaliate even harder now. And I still don't trust Gregory. He'll sell us out in second if it means saving himself.

I honestly don't see this fight ending for awhile. I can only pray that we don't lose anyone else either to Negan or the walkers. But what are the odds of that happening?

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Now that the final papers have been signed and filed I can announce that Yondu signed ownership of Lux over to me. It just made the most sense with him having some more pressing issues needing his attention right now since I already know the staff and how he was running things since Lucifer gave it to him. God when am I ever going to sleep

Don't worry regulars - I'm not going to be making any major changes to the place. Why fix it if it isn't broken right? About the only thing I know for sure that I'll be needing to do is hire some new staff. Not just for there but that's the immediate start dates

Sep. 5th, 2020


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Well, that's interesting. Looks like my dream self works for a man named Nathan Ford. Wasn't there someone who mentioned him a bit ago?

Either way, it's a bit messed up. My dream self has an interesting way to live.

Sep. 4th, 2020


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I am happy to announce that after that dreadful experience last month several years of going back and forth, I finally decided to buy a boat.

A photo )

I've named her The Temeraire, and the irony of naming her for a dragon that I had originally named for the ship is not lost on me.

I've spent the last couple weeks making sure she's seaworthy and decorating the cabin to my liking, and I think that she's finally ready to hoist the sails and head for open water.

[Pidge]
What do you say? Would you care to be her first passenger and take a morning/afternoon sail with me?

[Clara]
Are you free this evening? I was hoping you might take supper with me on her. She's outfitted with a kitchenette that I've not yet had the chance to use.

Sep. 2nd, 2020


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I guess my alter ego has taken the loss of Sofia pretty hard. Refused to go into town with Lori, blew up at Carol. It's like, I don't know. Losing that little girl was a hard blow to all of us, but I put so much into trying to find her, I nearly died trying to find her. And to have it end the way it did, I guess it's not unexpected that I'd lash out. But dreaming it? Seeing myself act that way? It was awkward.

Sep. 1st, 2020


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One, certain Grounders suck. Like a LOT. Two, being shot with an arrow hurts like a bitch. Three, my big brother is starting to see reason. And four, well... see number two. So needless to say, shit ton of pain but Bellamy sent me off with him to stay safe and so he could help.

Aug. 9th, 2020


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Waking up with injuries is not my ideal morning. Nikita at least patched me up again. Stitches. I was a guardian. In charge of keeping these black boxes protected. and a killer I don’t like dream me. I don’t like what I found out he’s done. At least dream me feels the same way.

So weird things showing up from the dreams is a thing?

Aug. 7th, 2020


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Since I haven't introduced myself yet, might as well. I'm Eliot Spencer. Grew up here in the OC, ran off to take care of business, and now I'm back home. I'm a restaurant owner and head chef at The Silent Dragon. I figured it was about time that I had a place here in the OC too.

Aug. 6th, 2020


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So dream me knows how to make split loads. Making one bullet into two. So, that's defintiely interesting. Pretty sure that I'm freezing Finn out or something. By what he says, when dream me gets pissed she finds a project to do. It keeps her hands busy so she doesn't punch someone. Then, of course, she was going to leave the camp all together but got stopped by Bellamy.

Ended up not leaving and making walkies. From whatever was on the drop ship and the Exodus ship.

Had a lapse in judgement that involved him.

Also, idiots and burning down things they shouldn't. And people not coming back, which means going off to search for them. That's three people that are missing from this damn camp now. We know what happened to Clarke and Finn. Not so much to Monty.

Aug. 2nd, 2020


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At least my latest dream was anticlimactic.

We buried Sofia, and I sat around whittling some bolts out of branches.

Feels like a reprieve, and I have a feeling it's gonna be short lived.

Jul. 25th, 2020


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We found the little girl, Sofia.

The dream started out with Glenn telling us there's walkers in the barn on the property where we're staying. That ain't good, obviously. Shane wanted to storm the barn then and there. Rick talked his ass down. Few of us decided to go out and look for Sofia. I had a little rage fit at Sofia's mother, called her a stupid bitch when he questioned why I keep looking for her little girl.

Told her truth is, I got nothing else to do, but that ain't it. Truth is, really, there wasn't nobody looking out for me when I was a kid. I just wanted to find this girl and bring her home. Ended up going out on foot with the mom, Carol. We saw a Cherokee Rose by the water, and as much as I wanted to believe that was a sign, I knew it wasn't.

Little while later, Rick and Hershel show up with a couple of walkers with like dog catchers around their necks, leading them to the barn. Figure Hershel's trying to bring Rick around to his way of thinking, that them walkers are just sick people. 'Course Shane insists on bursting that bubble saying no sick person could withstand being shot and still come at you, and he shot the walker on Hershel's noose a bunch of times before he shot it in the head.

Shane opened the barn doors, freeing the walkers, and we all took up our guns and put them down. One after another, there much have been twenty or more. And when it got quiet, there was a wheezing coming from inside the barn, there was one more walker, and when it stumbled out...

Pretty sure you all know where I'm going with this. We found Sofia. Right there under our noses the whole damn time we've been at Hershel's farm. Long enough for Carl to recover. She was in the barn the whole time. Poor girl never had a chance.

Jul. 22nd, 2020


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For anyone who's following the saga of my dreams, still ain't found the girl, but I found her doll. Not sure what that means in the grand scheme of things, but I'm hoping it means I'm on the right track and will find her alive and well, hiding out somewhere. I'm pretty sure it means she's bit and I'll find her turned.

Jul. 14th, 2020


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Still ain't haven't found the little girl, Sofia, in the dreams. Went looking for her in the middle of the night, in the woods. Found some poor sap who opted out, hanged himself. Wasted an arrow to put him out of his misery. Wasn't even anything worth scavenging in his camp.

By morning, we moved on, heading up to the farm where Rick was with Carl. I went out again, looking for Sofia. Found a farmhouse, looks like she might have been there. I took a Cherokee Rose back to her mother and tried to give her hope, but fact is I'm not sure how much more hope I've got. I ain't giving up on that girl, but it's been three days now. Her chances ain't looking so good.

Woke up feeling like road kill. So that's fun.

Jul. 8th, 2020


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My dream life just never gets a break. This time, when the group of us was headed back to the highway, some chick rides up on a horse just in time to save Andrea from a walker, and she's looking for Lori, says Rick sent her because the kid's been shot. The boy, Carl. Not the girl we're looking for. So Lori goes off with her, and the rest of us head back to the highway. Group's split up now, and we gotta make a choice. Go to the farmhouse where the chick on the horse took Lori, or stay and keep looking for Sofia. Ain't no easy choice, and me? I'd rather stay and look for that little girl, but I think we're gonna go to the farmhouse a few miles away.

My real life isn't so high adrenaline. The restaurant is doing well, we're making a decent profit. But I got a couple positions I need filled. So. Yeah. Anybody's looking for employment in the restaurant business, I might have something for you.

Jul. 5th, 2020


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I finally know who killed Lilly. I can't say...it was what I was expecting. And I'm not really sure I feel any better now that I know.

Jul. 1st, 2020


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So, in the dreams, the group is moving on, trying to get to Ft Benning. Honestly, I don't have much hope. But at the moment it doesn't matter. We got caught by a hoard, most of them had to hide under cars and hope for the best. The asshole who left my brother cut himself, and I ended up saving his sorry ass by dragging him down and throwing a corpse over him. Not a fun time. Then one of the kids caught a walker's attention and she ended up bolting into the woods and I tried to track her. Apparently dream me is a survivalist or something, because I know my way around hem woods. Didn't find the girl, though, and by mid afternoon a bunch of us headed back to the highway, Rick and Shane and Carl stayed back to have another look around for Sofia. What chance does a 12 year old kid have, alone in the forest that's infested by walkers? It don't look good for her.

Jun. 28th, 2020


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Feels kind of weird to say it, but I've been a couple nights without the dreams, and I like really want to know what's going to happen next. Like where are we gong to go, since the CDC was a dead end? What about my brother? How long can we really survive in that apocalyptic world?

Jun. 20th, 2020


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The CDC was a dead end. There was one guy left. He let us in, gave us food, a place to sleep, hot showers. And then he locked us in, and sentenced us to die. One of the guys went nuts, they think I'm a loose canon but he's out of his mind. Rick talked him down, and Rick got through to the doctor and he let us out with less than five minutes to spare. Turns out the glass at the CDC isn't entirely unbreakable. Rick had a grenade, and that was our way out. We ran, and then we watched the whole place blow sky high. It was pretty damn impressive from my dream perspective, and I guess we all lived to fight another day. I guess I'll see how that works out when I have another dream. I'm still holding out hope that my brother is out there.

Jun. 19th, 2020


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These Dreams are definitely a roller coaster. I laid down for a nap and found myself traveling through a place called the NeverNever with Harry and his friend. It's the quickest way to get to where they're holding our girls at, but of course our shit luck means that we get caught by his fairy godmother. Who despite what the fairytales say is not a kind woman who wants to grant our wishes and make our lives better. She wants to kill us pretty much, I think. Michael, Harry's friend, and I stay behind to fight while he goes to our girls. I really don't know how we survived the fight, unless one of us has a nice fairy godmother looking out for us, but we did and exited into a strip club. Which I'm pretty sure I enjoyed a lot more than he did.

Jun. 12th, 2020


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Anybody out there know how to handle a crossbow?

I could use some lessons I've got a bow.

I had another dream. The camp got over run with walkers, we some people. And Jim got bit. We had to leave him behind when we moved out. One of the families decided not to go with us. There's still too damn many of us to travel quietly, and I really don't like the cops in the group.

Still haven't found my brother, but we made it to the CDC. Supposed to be help and resources there. Just a bunch of dead bodies and walkers. Seems like we're screwed six ways to Sunday. If it were a TV show, I'd expect my brother to come running out of the shadows to save the day, but I don't think it's gonna happen that way.

Jun. 7th, 2020


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So, Johnny pointed me to this thing. Otherwise, I probably would've ignored it like a crazy person. Hello, I'm Raven.

I love watching movies, reading and writing novels. Not that; that has gone anywhere lately. I also work for the local newspaper. Wooohoo me, right? Anyway, I figured I'd say hello. So, this is me saying hello. Anything I haven't divulged, I'm sure Johnny will have fun spewing to everyone. Kidding. He wouldn't do that to me.

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Had another zombie apocalypse dream last night. Didn't find my missing brother, but found proof he's alive.

And the crossbow I use in the dreams was propped up against the wall beside the bed when I woke up.

Jun. 3rd, 2020


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text post: veronica mars


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Trigger warning - mention of rape )

Jun. 2nd, 2020


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I've found the solution to keeping your partner from stealing your clothes, for anyone who needs to know.

An unrepentantly bad sense of humor.

See, Armin will steal all of my hoodies, even my bi pride hoodies when he's 100% gay. The only one he won't touch is my "Bi bi bi" one. Because "Your puns are bad and you should feel bad"

If your partner is the one with the worse sense of humor, then sorry. There's no hope for you or your wardrobe.

May. 22nd, 2020


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Dinner is looking like pizza and this lemon pie that may or may not have weird side effects. Pie is pie.

[Sam]
Something must be in the tequila. I had a very similar dream.

May. 15th, 2020


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So. This is a network of Dreamers. Guess I'm one of you now.

Dreamed up the zombie apocalypse last night. Me and my brother (what?) were part of a group of survivors outside Atlanta (what the what?). I was tracking a deer, my brother went into the city with some of the others. He's a loud mouthed bigot, and he got left behind, handcuffed to a roof. The just left him there, and I? Didn't handle it well.

I didn't grow up with my brother, have had little to no contact with him my whole life. Never felt like brothers, really. He's from my father's first marriage. But in this dream, there was something more familial between us. As intense as the whole zombie apocalypse is, the fear I felt for my brother chained up on that roof was very real.

I'm really glad I have the restaurant grand opening this weekend to distract me.

May. 14th, 2020


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We sometimes leave Food Network on for background noise when we're not watching something in particular at the apartment, and Guys Grocery Games was on while I was working on something, so I was only half listening to start with and this may be my fault for mishearing. But this one guy had this really thick French accent, and I have no idea what he actually said. But my brain interpreted it as "sautee the muppet." And I am about 98% sure that THAT can't be right.