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Can they just go away now? I don't need to listen to their every little... well, whatever. Some of them are even speaking languages I don't understand.

The emergency vet clinic is an eerie place in the middle of the night. I had to take Patch because she ate an entire bag of chocolate, and chocolate is deadly for dogs. They gave her a shot, and I think she feels like I betrayed her because I let it happen. But so far, she seems to be fine.

Dream me blames Five for Patch's death, and I'm on a revenge mission to kill the idiots who killed her. Of course Klaus provided a distraction, by starting a bar brawl. The only good thing was that sitting in the car with him after, I saw one of the idiots I'm gunning for, and followed him back to a hotel. But they got the jump on me, and managed to shoot me in the arm while they made their get away.

These dreams are a real doozy.

I'm still a little upset that I was trapped in Fillory and everyone else got to go back to Earth and get demons put in their backs. But I guess in the long run it's a good thing. The tattoo that Quentin had to get to seal his in was tragic. I had another dream - the Beast forced Margo, Alice, Quentin and I to try to kill each other through a curse he'd placed on our thrones. It would affect any child of Earth but we were the lucky ones who got to be Kings and Queens after he took over. Way to go us right?

Penny solved the problem though - he poisoned all of us and then brought us back using adrenaline. Our deaths, even temporarily, were enough to satisfy the curse so we stopped trying to murder one another so we were able to get back to figuring out how to defeat the Beast which would have gone off perfectly if Julia hadn't interfered with Alice's attack so instead of killing him he was just wounded and took off with Quentin and Alice following him.

When the battle finally happens, Quentin gets hurt by the Beast and Alice uses the battle magic spell anyway even though she doesn't have enough power which results in her turning into a Niffin and after killing him, which thank God that's done, starts to go after me and Margo but that brilliant idiot Quentin releases his demon to kill NiffinAlice so that we're safe.

I love having Eren home more - and so do the animals. I just miss him surprising me when he comes home from work with a cup of their Cinnamon Bun Coffee.

I could have done without the
It's hard enough to
Why is there


Ever feel the need to do something. You don't know what, or where, just something and the only criteria is that it's not where you are?

I haven't had any new dreams lately. Just the last one keeps repeating. I don't like it. I wish it would stop.

So... I'm starting to really wonder about this damn haunted house. Supposedly there was banging on the wall and I'd thought that it was Shirley doing it. Yet, my big sister wasn't doing any such thing. I really, really hate these dreams. That damn house is creepy enough as it is. Add banging on the walls to shit, that makes it worse.

Whoever they are they've been beating me senseless for 10 hours.

Also, dream me is a kinky son of a bitch. That's just... weird. Dream me is also of the mind that no one will give a shit about me and won't come to get me and/or find me.

Ben's a ghost. I hate Ben being a ghost! There's also a ghost there in the room with me and my torturers. Some Russian lady.

(Dream me is also having a fit that the bad guys are destroying his drugs.)

Ben keeps telling me to be strong.

Also, that sucks! It showed me when I was younger. Dad had left me in a mausoleum or something, in the dark for WAY too long. "Have you mastered your fear of the dead, Number Four?" (This only came about because I was trapped in a damn closet while the bad guys were gone for hours. Pretty sure he's also going through withdrawal but it's mainly the claustrophobia)

Dream me is sober. So, I can see the ghosts better. Talking to a Zoya, who was a victim of my kidnappers.

Their names are Hazel and Ca-Ca.

Shit. Diego, I'm sorry!

Also, WHAT THE HELL WAS IN THAT BRIEFCASE, IT ZAPPED ME... SOMEWHERE! (Also, the lady on the bus was oogling Dream!me, but then again, I was still only in a towel.)

I'm going to assume that the younger me in the dream isn't fond of Luke's 'No Girls Allowed' pictures for the tree house. I'm also pretty sure that she took the last drawing. Which is a bit crazy, but these dreams are crazy.

Searching the garbage bin for dad's stuff, whatever it is.

Also, ew. That was... That is not something to do. Just ew.

Seems like I have a sixth sense in finding my brothers. Found Five in a van. Supposedly I can't be serious.

Now I see why dream me keeps himself drugged up.

HOLY SHIT. DREAM ME HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED! Oh, this isn't going to go over well.

These dreams are absolute bullshit.

First it was the tattoo. Now it's the mask and uniform.

I do not like this Umbrella Academy stuff. At all.

I'm not sure how I feel about these dreams. I really don't like them.

I am REALLY not fond of dream me! Also... a talking chimp? Really?

I was HIDING IN A CLOSET! And holy fuck. I'm pretending to be his dad? Who does that?!?

Dream me really IS crazy. That was a bunch of crazy bullshit for a damn... file. And 20 bucks.


PS Has anyone else ever woken up with a damn tattoo from the dreams?

Turns out my dream persona got kicked out of the police academy. Probably because he's a cocky bastard who likes to act like he knows more than anyone else. But, I also think dream me is a pretty good detective. There's a detective who knows this, and blows me off anyway because apparently we had a thing. And it's over.

After I got arrested, and Eudora Patch let me go, I went to my little boiler room apartment at the gym. Someone was in there, but I knew it was one of my brothers. Luther. The one I like least. He has been harboring a suspicion that I killed our father, but now he knows I was boxing that night, and didn't do it. He and I aren't BFFs by any stretch, but it still hurts when your brother thinks, really believes, that you might have killed your dad.

For the record, my real dad isn't dead. That's only in the dreams.

So in the dreams, the last job should've been the last. I mean... there had been a big payout on that one. Dream version of me was in Berlin when I got a call from Hardison. Some job dealing with a congressman and the military. One specific military personnel who was in rehabilitation due to a blast.

This whole dream thing? It's really showing a lot of shit.

I'm a fighter, hate guns, can disarm someone with no problem, know a lot about the military, can tell what type of gun something is just by the sound of the gunshot, can dismantle a gun with precision, and can speak French. Seems I can throw a rock from a few feet away and break things too. Very specific things, but it's like this deadshot type deal.

Also, everything seems to be distinctive to me. What the hell is that about?

I didn't say anything on Halloween when I had the dream, because HALLOWEEN. But WHAT THE HELL DREAMS?!?

That was an intense dream and I hate it already. More than hate it. Like it's... no.

I'm trying not to get too worried. I know my boys. They wouldn't just run off without saying anything. Johnny definitely wouldn't and Julian lets us know even when he doesn't have to.

I even called the Squirrel to make sure that Julian wasn't at work and nothing. Daryl didn't even show up to work either. Pretty sure the other cooks are worried out of their mind right now too.

Gotta love that California air! Especially at night, but it's the best damn thing I've ever come home to. Other than a pair of punks that are AVOIDING ME! Okay, they're not. They're just going to make me live in this manor all on my lonesome.

So now that it's October, I have to ask, what is everyone's favorite scary movie? Scary. Horror. Halloween themed. Anything like that.

For me, it's the Scream movies, Gremlins and Corpse Bride.

So I've heard my brother, Diego, and a few other friends talk about this place so I figured I'd see what the big deal is. So what is the big deal? It seems like just a message board to me. I'd ask Diego, but he'd probably just make shit up. He's been known to do that.

While I'm doing this, I should introduce myself. I'm Ben Hargreeves and I'm a chef and fun fact, I have six siblings and we all have the same birthday and before you ask, no, we're not septuplets.

First it's get kidnapped to the future and then sent back to the past/present to prevent the future from happening. Now it's....go back to the past and preserve it.... Because it's not like time travel wasn't confusing already.

I could certainly do without being called 'dame' or 'bird', though.

I don't usually remember my dreams, but the one I had last night was super intense. I mean, like it felt real, even though it doesn't make much sense.

That's it. I'm done. I want a vacation from this place. A LONG ONE.

I've been told I should introduce myself. I'm Diego. Grew up here, and now I'm back. There isn't much else to say.