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Planning a wedding is harder than I thought. Maybe just drunkenly getting Elvis to do it was the better idea after all. And we're not even doing anything all that elaborate -- close friends, the family who actually want to come, cake, some dancing... You wouldn't think it would be that difficult to manage.

Miguel insists on making actual invitations, so those of you who are invited will hopefully be getting those in the mail soon. We're still picking a date, but it's probably going to be sometime next month.

For all the complaining, I'm excited to finally have a chance to remember my wedding. Fun as the "got drunk in New York" story is, I think I prefer this.

Last night the Doctor turned into a cactus. That's really all I can describe it as. It was hilarious but at the time, it seemed very serious.

Of course at the end of the dream, I was summoned back to Gallifrey. I think I was dreading it. At least that's how I felt.

This next dream should be interesting, I suppose.

I got the job I wanted. I'm probably going out tonight to celebrate. Any bar or club recommendations?

My dreams are actually really sweet. I kind of feel lucky that way, after reading about all of your terrible dreams on here, I was nervous that it was catching or something. But all things considered, I like mine. I get adopted by ghosts that look a lot like my parents, but since they can't leave the graveyard to get me food, a vampire named Silas helps with that. And I'm loved. It could've ended up a lot worse for me, but someone loved me enough to sing me to sleep every night and watch me in the mornings and make sure that my stomach was full. That's a big deal to me.

My dreams really just make me hug Mum and Dad, honestly.

People are silly. Sometimes it is a good silly, sometimes not. People dart out in traffic and buy unwise things, and make unwise decisions. People laugh, and people sing and dance wildly. People are silly, and I like it.

Death comes for everyone, sooner or later and life is meant to be lived, I think. So being silly, living life, even if unwisely, seems best to me.

Riding my horse is and always has been a calming thing. It allows me time to think, and is restful. And my horse, an old friend, now, is someone I can communicate with without talking, and without much doing. I think it is easy to form such attachments with animals. We are slower to do so with people, but that is a fun thing, too, in time.

I hope everyone else is having a very good evening.

Oh, Hagrid! Oh, Neville. I had the most insane dreams last night.

Dreams are officially trolling me. The silver hair is bad enough in them, I don't want it here!

I swear, if anyone calls me old

I have to admit, it's rather strange that all my siblings would be having these dreams of...alternate lives.