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Woke up with a new piece of furniture in the house that I definitely did not buy. Some old wardrobe full of journals apparently written by me. As in...hundreds of them, all marked with a year on the side. I guess dream-me really loved to keep track of everything.

There were photos and newspaper clippings and family papers even tucked in some of them. It's pretty unreal to hold a picture of me that isn't from a time I even lived through.

Things are going well. I'm actually having a great holiday season so far. I don't think I could want anything to go any better. It's, lovely. I have a job that while I hate working, I actually enjoy it. (okay that's only because I can yell at people and be somewhat lazy all day). I live with some pretty awesome people, spoil a cat daily, threaten to give Gin's favorite socks to the ferrets, and get to lay about too.

and training? I really, really, REALLY love it.

Mm. I can't wait for Christmas.

So. Anybody know of a good restaurant that delivers? The last three days of mine were spent at the hospital with one of our kids. They're okay now, but I think I might kill someone for a burger and a beer.

Once in a while I do miss the seasons changing, even though London gets more gray, slushy Xmases than white ones. It has been cool here, but the forecasters say it won't last. The number of citizens walking around in winter coats amuses me.

[Filtered away from Elena]

This year I have to do some Christmas shopping. Usually I'm a one stop shopper, you know, bottles for every occasion.

So now I have to pick out something that is absolutely perfect. I don't even know. It's foreign ground. No wonder people get so crazy this time of year.

I can't believe it is almost Christmas. All day the music show was playing Elvis Christmas Carols. All Elvis, all day long. It reminded me of Vegas.

Anyway, what is everyone doing for the holidays?

[Izzy and Alec]
I think we should have a Christmas party. We could have some friends over. It would be fun.

Oh. Um.

Hello.

My therapist - therapists - people - they say that it's good to make friends, so here I am? Well. No, not really, I'm at home, there I am, and there you are, whoever you are.

I'm Fillmore.

I need a good place to drink. I can't drink at home and I really need to.

There was a fucking sword in my closet. The same one I have in my dreams. The same symbol engraved into it. It's so heavy I can barely lift it, but when I dream about it I can wield it as easily as I can lift an umbrella...And I woke up in pain.

So, there's been a project in the backyard I've been working on for the past...while. It's been pretty difficult between setting up the new shop, Cas being gorgeous, and other crap that comes up, and not only that but hiding it from my husband. But it's finally done and I got to reveal it to him today.

( Cut for image. Totally work safe. )

So now he has his own quiet place to read and if he doesn't want anyone joining him, he can just fold up the ladder (you can't tell in the pic, but there's strategically placed hinges) and enjoy tea or whatever by himself. It's all cushions and beanbags and bookshelves inside.

I'd call it an early christmas present, but this is more just something I promised him even when he didn't think I was being serious.

But shit, not to be all sappy (more sappy) and crap, but I'm a better man because he's in my life and sometimes the people you love need to be shown that you love them, not just told. (over and over again.)

Shut up.

How could I have forgotten how great California is? I went to college here in California, which seems like ages ago now but I didn't really appreciate how great everything is here. In fact I think I spent most of my time between classes playing pool and video games or doing whatever other nerdy thing we could think of. If I had known that I was going to spend the next few years wintering in New York and other places with snow I think I would have spent all my time outside just soaking up all the nice weather.

Anyway, hello everyone. I'm Bryce. I'm new to the OC and am the new computer science and software division manager of the Aliso Viejo branch of SFD Technologies. But please, don't hold my incredibly nerdy job against me, I swear I only speak Klingon when provoked. If anyone has any recommendations when it comes to places to eat or see or things I absolutely need to do, nerdy or not, I'd really appreciate it.

I can't believe people would say things like that about my father. Our church isn't a cult. No one is there against their will.

My father is a God-fearing man who's trying to make the world a better place. How could there be anything wrong with that?

Songbird?

The more I have these dreams, the more I want to scoop up dream Me and bring her here. She's so headstrong and independent and forward thinking, there's really nothing there for her in the 1950s. Blackmailing crime lords isn't exactly something that's going to help her in the long run, I wish she'd see that.

It's like I'm watching a car wreck in slow motion. The part with Mickey Cohen was interesting, but oh, dream Jeannie, you're going to end up hurt or worse.

Edit; If you die in your dreams, nothing happens when you're awake... right?

I spent all night last night typing up a brief and most of today in court fighting with a client (long story). So I figured I'd reward myself with a cigar, some lemon gelato, and a nap. It's the little things, right?

So I dream I'm in some weird kung fu movie or something - I was Scholar Ling, being trained by Master Li who ended up being the emperor's long lost supposedly dead brother, Sun Li the Glorious Strategist.

If that isn't some racist, fake dim sum bullshit, I don't know what is. The fuck, brain.

All right, folks. 'Tis the season for doing ridiculously fun stuff in the name of a good cause! And on that note, I'm delighted to inform you all that the studio I work at is doing a series of drop-in workshops, all by donation only. It's a great chance to help out some local charities for the holidays, and you can see what we've got to offer without paying a full fee!

We've got loads of classes to choose from, too. There's a monologue work shop, improvisation, movement, stage fighting (I may be biased, but take this one!!), and a lot more. You can find the complete list and the schedule at [website]. We'll be doing them from December 7 through to December 21.

So I don't know if I actually had a dream last night or if I just had a regular one. I don't really remember it. I mean, I feel like there was something important about it. Something that I was looking for then I think I met someone, but at the end I just woke up in a random bedroom with one hell of a headache and some bruises then I woke up in my bedroom. Has anyone had dreams like this? I know that The Dreams usually feel real, but I can't even figure out what this felt like. I'm just so confused right now.

I don't often post on here, but I wanted to pay tribute to a great man who has passed away today. I only had the honour of briefly meeting him once, but he had such a wonderful presence, even if I only shook his hand. He was an inspiration to so many, including myself, and I believe the world needs more positivity like he showed every day.

It doesn't take much to brighten someone's day and make a change, spread a little joy, a little hope, and maybe one day we can be the world Madiba dreamed of.

"No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite." Nelson Mandela, The Long Walk To Freedom, 1995.

Oh boy. Presents from my dreams. Really, Fate, you shouldn't have.