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Is it cool if I just skip the last three weeks of school and show up for graduation? It's not like I'm going to learn anything. I stopped trying before Christmas hols ever arrived.

Think I found something that belongs to you...

( click me )

I had the vampire dream again. This time I was being lured, and then I was turned by the son of Dracula, before I started nomming on that girl.

I don't know if I'm impressed, or a bit miffed, yo. Not Dracula. Son of Dracula. Like Dracula himself couldn't find the time, but it was his son. He was kinda hot too. No wonder I was lured. Something about a virus in my blood too.

The dream was a lot clearer this time. There were more pieces and they played together in an order that made more sense. I woke up and tried to write it down, and when I fell asleep I had a different dream all together. Perhaps my mind is messing with me.

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I need to call my dad, why won't he answer?

I really need more beer

I thought I saw a mermaid in my pool around 4am. Turns out it's just my neighbour who's decided to take a nap there after the midnight bbq instead of going back to her place. Should tip the pool cleaning people. And cook them breakfast. Or something.

Ms Galadriel, we need to talk.

Sorry I disappeared. I've been away for a while. I was busy with some piloting work and it ended up they were filming in another country. I got the call late in the evening and didn't have time to let anyone know. I had to hop a plane really early in the morning. Had a neighbor watching the place and taking care of the little monster.

Ended up that the previous pilot backed out for health reasons. It was really good pay and an assistant on set recommended me to the director and a producer. I guess I lucked out.

I'm back subbing an astronomy class at a local community college for a couple of days. It's good to be home.

Looks like there's some strange things that have been happening?

I guess that means things are normal. For here, anyway.

So maybe this conflagration about dreams isn't rubbish after all. At least, now I have something more substantial to throw into the ring. But believe me, I'm not one to discount something simply because it's strange. Truth is stranger than fiction. And last night's dream was certainly strange.

( I've cut this here, in case any of you are easily upset. I wouldn't mind input from others who think they have any to offer. )



EDIT (A few Hours Later):
The fever has definitely broken, but breathing still requires great force of will. I've had an unusual sense of Zen since I woke. No, maybe that's not the right word. At least, it's not the same feeling as the impending death I've grown accustomed to. Don't get pneumonia, kids.

But I think it's safe to say that recovery isn't wishful thinking any more. That's good, because I'm a miserable patient. I ought to remain under self-imposed quarantine for a few days more, just to gather my strength. I don't think I'm still contagious at this point. But that's okay, because I have something of a project today. I'm not sure I should go into the details, but the sense of purpose I felt in my dream has lingered. There's something I ought to do, something I should have done long ago. There's someone I owe a long talk, and an apology, if only I can track her down.

I'm terrified, actually.

I woke up, sort of on my couch, wondering what the hell I DID last night.

...And then the pounding and the puking started.

How many zombies did I put away last night, because I seriously don't remember ANYTHING.

Since when do convenience stores here care about carding people?

Mental note: ask Arya this weekend how the hell do you post these things so you don't have to ask the eight year old girl next to you for help.

It has just been a really difficult few weeks. Nothing potentially death inducing and no strange dreams from me, which is something I think, when I look at the valarnet and see what everyone's been up to and doing. The only problem in my life was being broken up with, and redevoting myself to science.

I do sort of wonder, even a couple of weeks later what I did, but well, Buffy, you are still awesome and wonderful, even if we are in the friends side of things, and while I wished I could find someone on campus who does not actually know how old I am and would sell me vodka, I have gotten through it reasonably.

Even my family has been actually normal for a change. Still too reliant on the GPS when we go ANYWHERE, with the result that we get lost, and I eventually redirect traffic when they decide to listen to me, but normal, everything else considered.

And very soon, I will have a degree and I have to decide if I am going to continue in school or not. I do not know if I want to spend my life in school when I could be doing things or running lab results, but who will take me with just the lone degree again?

It is something to think about, I guess.

What is going on with the dreams here? Are you having some mass hallucination?

Blood, ketchup, hot sauce? Does it frakking matter? They all stain the same way.

I'm having no luck hunting down that person I said I was searching for. It's as if she's gone off the grid, not that I can say I blame her. But my emails were returned, there's no Facebook, and a few other paths have gone cold. I never took her for the kind to vanish. She was so... well, I guess it doesn't matter. Maybe I'm never supposed to find her, for her own good.

Every time we talk about Jon I feel like our marriage is falling to pieces and I just I need a drink.

I had the oddest dream. Well only odd in that it makes complete sense, but I was Alice.

Not me. Alice. From the books.

It was the lobster chapter, and the one with the garden of live flowers. Quite accurate to the books and realistic beyond any movie I've ever see, and I'm rather obsessed with those books. It was as though I was there. Maybe it means nothing, or maybe I really am Alice. It would explain so much.

Now the dream with the tentacles, that means...what does that mean? Well its better than fire.

help please somebody help me

[Catching sight of the computer, Obi-Wan makes a quick alteration.]

I actually don't have all that many friends around here. But I have a dilemma.

I met a woman online, and its ruining my productivity. And all we do is respond back and forth on this thing.

Oh my goodness, this new social media is quite exciting now I've had the classes to not make a fool of myself here! I've been persuaded to join this network by a friend, and I must say it looks a busy place where one could easily lose oneself if left alone for a long enough period.

So, it seems that I am in good company here, and I will enjoy my time making your acquaintances in the future. I do notice an odd number of people here concerned about their dreams, and while I do not pretend to understand the mind entirely, if anyone would like a listening ear or cup of tea, I would be happy to oblige. Just look up Alfred Pennyworth, and I'll be glad to do my part.

This sudden obsession with dreams here is quite interesting. I've never found it especially common a thing for people to share. Too intimate. But then, I suppose people are more willing to share with strangers than with friends. At any rate, I'm half tempted to leaf through some copy of a dream dictionary and start analyzing.

everyone keeps talking about their dreams

i think it's aliens

I'm trying to not worry too hard about these dreams. I've just been working too hard. Maybe everyone has, or it's this flu that's going around.

I need to stop putting in so many hours, I think. I'm not usually this tired.

Locked to Obi-Wan

Are you all right? I saw the post below after my shift.

I am so, so sorry.

Thirty days to go. My daily mantra has officially become me counting down the days until my child is born. Yes, I am going to be one of those mothers.

( cat video )

( better than gravity defying magic cat )

If this keeps up, I don't think I'm ever going to sleep again.

( Filtered to Shepard and Garrus )