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Okay so the animals stopped talking but that sound like when the tv is on a channel you don't subscribe to is happening all around us? What the HELL? I mean ,sure, white noise, but you can barely concentrate, especially the parts where the weird sound bits that are like some language start being something you identify.

It's not making the headache, which is going into day five now, any better, that's for sure.

((ooc: This is related to the current Mass Effect Prompt, anyone who wondered and a special direction I'm taking with Roy))

Tate:

Also, you don't deserve me being an ass to you because Ollie chose you as my replacement. My problems are with him, not you, and you have every right to be there and I acknowledge that. I just wish I knew why he was throwing me away again None of this is your fault, man, and I wish you a whole lot of luck. Ollie's weak spot is his left, so you probably want to focus on guarding the shit out of that if he doesn't give you something specific to do. I also don't know if you know much about archery or using it, but I've got a special trick arrow that connects with one that Ollie has. Since you're gonna be working with him. I'd like to give it to you.

First off, Twilight really needs to calm down a bit. I mean, really. Castin' that spell to make every pony all go crazy over some doll? Not sure what she was thinkin'.

And then Nightmare Night! What a groovy night for every pony involved! I'm glad it all worked out in the end--though, it almost always does, thanks to Twilight--and we were all able to have a spooky, scary good time!

These Dreams are kinda fun. Still no Cutie Mark, though.

God, I gotta stop sayin' "pony".

Things feel really bad when Dean and I aren't working together in the dreams. Really bad. People dying kind of bad. But then again, people die left and right in my dreams lately. Last night was a long one. I was avoiding Dean, going by the name Keith for a while. We had to fight Paris Hilton, then a kid turned Cas into a toy, I got to see what Dean would look like in fifty years, the Angel Gabriel stuck us in a television, we got trapped at a Supernatural Convention (where I couldn't seem to get away from Becky) and then Jo and Ellen-- Anyone else here woke up crying from a dream before? I'm not too many to admit it

I think the Dream Me is losing it. I mean, how can anyone withstand the shitstorm that he's been through? All the guilt, all the anger. I don't know how much more of it I can take, and yet he's actually living it.

Sometimes I feel like fighting to do my job in my dreams is a losing battle. Anyone else get that impression?

Jim, I appreciate that you've got this tough guy, thick-skinned, bad boy attitude and demeanor, and it helps you win all the ladies, but really. As your doctor, I advise that you should sit down and let the medical professionals do their part in keeping you healthy and sane. After the shoot-out with that maniac Harrison, I know you needed it.

Also, Joanna has been asking for you.

So many fireworks stands going up left and right. Only the legal stuff, of course, but still. It's pretty exciting. I love playing with gunpowder in different amounts, making different colors, whistles and bangs. I think I may have missed my calling as a pyrotechnic. Is it too late? Is Disneyland hiring?

These strange alien not!zombies do not seem able to talk or to do anything but try to kill. And they are rather insistent on it. Thankfully, good old fashioned destruction still works on them.

Definitely not what I had planned when I headed out for my morning coffee, though. I was hoping for a jelly donut, a croissant and coffee, not a strange blue thing and the havoc it caused.

( Trigger warning for noncon, implied rape. )

I don't know if I can go to work today, I keep throwing up.

After all was said and done, I needed a day or two to rest. Now that I'm feeling a little less like I'll sleep forever and eat everything in sight, I should say hello again. Seeing as the Dreams have deigned to age me up, yet again, and I look rather different.

This is going to make life a little annoying.

Nonetheless, hello, all! Meet your new and improved Nate Summers!

I have been told by the junior officers that this is the place to meet new people. I have been also told by the same junior officers that I should do such things.

The name is Auron, chief of police in Irvine. Pleased to meet you.

This documentary on Netflix is just rubbish!

The so-called expert is just far too excited about the prospect of Bigfoot having mammary glands.

I was back at school in my dreams last night. Perhaps the worst time of my life. Of either of my lives. And though it made me strong, I often wish I was stronger.

Here's my bucket list. It's in progress! I hope you'll all comment and tell me what things you want to do before you die! And what things on my list you've already done! ;)

( Not filtered, just cut to save space! )