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Dreams suck. Looks like my step-mother got a bit paranoid and everything went down hill from there. Guess I should apologize to my boyfriend for not waking up when he tried to wake me. I'm still not sure how someone wakes up from being dead to begin with.

Though, I have a sharp ass spear as a souvenir from dying now.

Seems like the hospital is where we stayed. Makes sense, actually. Even if I'm kind of isolated from everyone else.

We heard a voice near the entrance. I went to investigate, Axel followed and then so did a bunch of people that had been there. We found a man covered in blood.

There is SO much shit going on in these dreams. Supposedly the feeder isn't a feeder anymore and I'm being blamed for that. Then one of the guys, their wife was taken by those things that wanted me. I was going to give myself over, then John decided he was going to give me to them. But Axel stopped it.

These dreams are giving me a damn headache.

"If I don't come back it's been nice staring at your naked body for three years." (Really, Axel? Or dream!you.)

Yay for sub-basements and crazy adventures to get a generator back on.

We ended up in a shipyard or something. Axel had to go underwater and handing me a gun. Ferals showed up while he was in the water and I killed one of them, and should've been dead.

All dream me wants to do is find her daughter, even if there's the possibility, now, that she could be dead.

Whatever I am. Whatever dream me is, she's something. Even if she doesn't want to be.

[Axel]

This shit is getting crazy on us. Dream me went into the cage with Doc and I offered her my blood. I mean it was dream yous idea. Doc didn't want it or anything, so I bit her. What the hell?!? I don't like this. Not one damn bit.

It’s nice to have a little break. The Cellar will be closed until the 4th so everyone can enjoy the new year with their family and friends. I am looking forward to a little down time and catching up on some shows on my list to binge.

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?

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.

I'm starting to build a regular schedule up for Bell's Bites. Owen, the owner of The Cellar, and I have worked out an arrangement where I'll be parking in the lot for his restaurants open mic nights on Wednesdays and Saturdays. Bell's Bites will be opening up there at 8 pm and closing at 1 am providing food to the performers and patrons while The Cellar handles drinks.

[Emma Frost]

Any idea what days will work best for outside of your building? Maybe Mondays and Thursdays?

[Christy]

What do you say Sunday - you, me and movies and bad food?

[Jeremy Gilbert]

Any chance I could convince you to come hang out one of the nights I'm at The Cellar?

...Well that black box brought nothing good in my dreams. I released information - Division secrets - to the public and chaos. I released footage of a United States government ordered assassinations of a public leader. All to locate the remaining black boxes. I definitely didn’t think about consequences of these actions in these dreams but Nikita says that’s because Division teaches you to ignore those consequences. Division framed a CIA agent for what I released. Now we’re on our way to Chile to rescue the guy.

My plan was to release the footage so that Percy had no choice but to call the Engineer in. The Engineer is the one that built and encrypted these boxes. It worked just not in the best way.

Nikita does not like working with a partner. I don’t like playing by their rules. Our rescue mission goes to tell. Division shows up to murder us but we get saved by getting taken into custody by the US Army. Our day keeps getting better and better. 30,000 feet in the air and Division cleaners waiting for us on the ground. So the only way to avoid the cleaners was to jump out.

At least there were no injuries this time. Looks like I’m off to London to search for the Guardian of the next box.

( Personal Entry )

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.

As of tomorrow, I won't be at the ER anymore. I'll be at the clinic, which I think will be a better fit. But if anyone needs medical care at home from Dream related stuff, let me know. I'm willing to do house calls.

[Owen Elliot]

How are you holding up?

I forgot to post this earlier, but I wanted to put this out there for anyone who might need it.

If you get injured or hurt, please feel free to reach out to me. I have healing powers that may or may not bring someone back from the dead... and I'm happy to help out with anyone on the Network. Especially with recent events I realized I should make sure to put that information out there so I can help in the future.

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?

Dream me? He can stay in the dreams. I'm not entirely sure that I like him very much. At least my brother is my brother in these dreams but... what the fuck?

He's not wrong that calling people things is rude, but that was just. Nope. He can stay firmly in the dreams where he belongs.

Also, OW.

I do not recommend cross country moves. I have a hell of a lot to unpack but I'm done for the night. I'm going to sit on my lawn chair with a beer and catch the game.

Well, that's a little more of the puzzle.

But still so man more questions than answers.

So somehow I've gotten put in charge of planning Eren's bachelor party since he's marrying his other best friend. I have no clue how to put together a bachelor party and the only guidelines I've been given is 'no strippers' which seems a little unfair since I'm not the one getting married so I should still be able to enjoy right?

Any suggestions for what I could do for this thing?

[CJ and Six]

So...I'm thinking maybe I can just throw the party at the house for him?

Hey...
You busy?

Weirdest thing. I didn't have another dream, at least not a new one. Rehashed some previous ones, I guess, I don't even know. it was weird. But when I woke up, there was a letter from a dream friend's father who in the dreams was like a father to me when I was younger, at least more than my own dad ever was. And there's a key too, and apparently the cabin is real, and it's here, or at least not far from here.

And what the hell was that? I’ve got two bullet holes

I swear I must be going crazy. How do I even there is not enough coffee for today.

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.

It's been a long time since I've been home. It's been a long weekend of moving my things into my new place. Take out and beer and I figured I'd check this thing out after someone mentioned it.

So, hey. I'm Owen.

[Vanessa]
This wasn't my idea. Remember that. That being said...I'll be out here for a bit. If you need anything feel free to give me a should.

My niece, Vanessa, is insisting that I do this. So...

I'm Owen and I'm going to be new to the area. Irvine specifically.