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Mar. 27th, 2015


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I spoke to soon. It got infinitely sillier.

I met with Asquith Senior's nephew, Henry, and made friends with him by saving him from a bar fight. As we got to know each other, it became clear to me that my best chance of getting close to him...

... was to seduce him. Which I was really rather good at. Good enough, at least, that he brought me back to his Honey Shack. Yes, his Honey Shack, so called because Henry keeps bees.

So I sprayed his clothes with lavender to attract the bees to him, and the poor man was stung to death.

I used an army of bee assassins to kill a man.

What will my dreams turn up next?

Mar. 23rd, 2015


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First of all, I'd like to thank one mister Kevin Flynn for hiring me, and say hello to the rest of the ENCOM staff. I'm very pleased to be joining you, and I hope to meet more of you soon! Stop by my office and say hello any time you'd like.

In stranger news, my dream self seems to have advanced from simple opportunity based killing into an actual premeditated murder.

In my latest dream escapades, I followed Lord Asquith D'Ysquith Junior (the one who snubbed me so harshly by letter) and his paramour to a remote little area where they'd gone for a weekend getaway. There I lurked around, following them with a bottle of poison in my pocket, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

When the moment did not present itself, I cut a hole in the pond where they were skating and watched as they fell unwittingly into it, meeting their doom.

What a diabolical plot. I half expected my dream self to sprout a mustache, twirl it, and tie a young lady to the railroad tracks. I'm really not sure this could get sillier.

All in all it was shockingly simple. Soon after, Lord Asquith D'Ysquith (senior) wrote and asked me to come be an accountant at the family firm. So a new job in my dream world, as well.

(And six more people between myself and earldome, for those keeping score.)

Mar. 21st, 2015


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Bit of a follow up to my last momentary discussion: I have managed to give myself a computer, smartphone thing, and one of them tablets. They all connect, or so the guy in the shirt told me at the place. He spoke a ton about a bunch of jargon I had absolutely no idea about, so I'm still pretty sure I only know how to play a bit of solitaire.

I'm definitely going to need a bit of help on this bit.

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I spent most of the night dreaming of being held hostage. First by smugglers who thought I was someone else, then by a completely deranged man who had me strapped to a vest of explosives. I'll give this to my dream life, it's really never boring.

I've grown quite fond of it.

Feb. 22nd, 2015


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All right, things have gotten increasingly complicated, both in real life and in my dreams, since I last posted.

First of all, I seem to have been let go. Or 'downsized', is the term they used. Either way I'm once again unemployed, so if anyone needs a good accountant? (Is Stark hiring?)

Secondly, these dreams are getting dangerous. Not for me, fortunately, but for those in my dreams. If you remember, where last we left off, my cousin the Reverend Lord Ezekial D'Ysquith had refused to help me in my mission to join the family, and then insisted on taking me on a tour of the bell tower.

Well it was quite windy up there and the good Reverend found himself off balance, and I found myself in an interesting position. As he reached desperately for my hand, I thought to myself: ... Why not let him fall?

If I chose not to help him back up onto the tour, he could very easily fall to his death. After all, what had this family ever done for me, other than deny my mother her rightful place, and now me mine? And besides, with Ezekial out of the way, there would be only seven heirs between myself and Earldome.

So I simply... took a step back, and let him fall. Easiest thing in the world.

(Please keep in mind that this was myself in my dreams, and the self typing this does not condone such behaviours. Please do not nudge relatives off bell towers, it's in poor taste.)

When I awoke, I found a box containing letters to and from the D'Ysquith family, which seem to have belonged to my mother. Using these letters and my dreams, I've tried to put together something of a family tree.

Jan. 31st, 2015


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My dreams continue, and my god, these people are awful. The D'Ysquith family, in my dreams. I mean, absolutely the worst sorts of people one could imagine. Oh not murderers or cannibals or anything like that, but really just dreadful.

For instance, I went to take a tour of the family's historical home (and had to pay about a dollar fifty for the privilege, I might add) and was harangued by the current earl, Lord Adalbert. He fussed at me for touching the armor, and went on a tirade about how the poor are an absolute curse on the land. Imagine!

In fact, it seemed as though the ancient portraits themselves were scolding me for having dared defile their home. "Monty Navarro!" they seemed to say, "You don't belong here! Abandon all hope of ever being a D'Ysquith. Your girlfriend will never marry you."

(Though admittedly, that may have been me projecting my own insecurities.)

I tried to talk some sense into a family member I was certain would show me sympathy: an older priest, Lord Reverend Ezekial D'Ysquith. But even he turned a cold shoulder to my plight. Though he did give me a nice tour of the bell tower.

Jan. 25th, 2015


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It seems I've joined the ranks of dreamers in this place. I am -- uncertain how I feel about this.

To begin with, my parents and I were poor. I mean -- we weren't well off in this life, either, but in these dreams it was all rather Dickensian. My mother was a washerwoman and my father was a fisherman (though he died while I was very young). I'm shocked I wasn't a chimney sweep.

After mother's death, a strange woman came to visit me. An old friend of my mother's, it seemed. She claimed that my mother was actually a disinherited heiress to the most wealthy and influential family in London, and that I was eighth in line to be an earl! How fantastic would that be?

I contacted the family to let them know of my existence, and rushed off to tell my apparent paramour. Who is -- lovely, and very beautiful, but also exceedingly aware of her beauty.

She of course laughed me off, as well as what seemed the latest in a long line of marriage proposals. She didn't even touch the chocolates I'd brought her.

To add insult to injury, a member of the family wrote back and told me he'd never heard of my mother, and to never contact them again.

My my, this is all very complicated. I wish my dream self luck in his venture to becoming earl, I suppose.

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Text to Marguerite


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>> I have several things!
>> In order: a US based texting plan that means I can answer your texts now
>> A job
>> Odd dreams

>> How are you?

Jan. 13th, 2015


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Well crap! Apparently yesterday was International Kiss a Ginger Day and I totally missed it!

Dec. 15th, 2014


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You know, when I came to California from London, I was expecting something distinctly warmer than this. Certainly not a blizzard.

But while I'm stuck inside for the day, I might as well give this thing a try. My cousin says it's a good way to meet people in the area.

So hello, my name is Monty Navarro. I've recently moved over from London, and am currently crashing on my cousin's couch. I have no job prospects yet, so if anyone is in need of a business major, I'm available.

Pleasure to meet you all.