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I swear, my dreams are so cute. I love the little creatures. The talking cat makes me laugh and gets on my nerves. I know I'm kind of the bad guy in them, but I'm not evil.

I want more of them. I also don't understand my obsession with a yellow, electric mouse, but we keep trying to steal it from my high school best friend. It's weird. I think if I had a choice, I would work at the center that heals the little guys, or I would be designing new clothes.

I could also do without blasting off again. Please and thanks.

Sick day, I'm afraid.

Ahem.

With Valentine's coming up, I feel it's my duty to remind you all that you should probably be treating yourself, or someone you like enough to buy things for (or both).

That said, do yourselves and everyone else a favor and avoid those crappy mystery boxes of chocolate with the weird coconut syrup and poison in them, and instead take yourselves to Just Desserts where everything is good and nothing hurts.

If you tell me a good joke, I'll give you a discount.

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Wow. The last week or so has just been like ... Dreamageddon over here. Just nonstop. But last night I didn't have any, so, I mean, I guess that's it for now? I'm sorta glad, to be honest. It was a lot.

It's all kind of jumbled, but, safe to say that dream-Chuck's life is pretty much never going to be normal ever, and I think he just needs to stop hoping for it. His ex-girlfriend who is the bad guy is actually sort of a good guy. It probably wasn't the best idea, but, he let her escape anyway. You know. For reasons.

Turns out my father - my dream father - is the guy that built the Intersect. I wish the reason for him being absent my whole life was as cool as him being a spy, but. You know. He does manage to get rid of the Intersect in dream-Chuck's head, though! And then dream-Chuck puts it back later. And then the new intersect has physical properties? Like, it's not just, you know, flashing on information anymore but suddenly - Boom! Fighting skills. Super cool.

But. Uh. Bryce? Just as a heads up, I'm sorry. I mean it. You'll understand when it happens.

My mom is so funny sometimes. She spent most of the day texting me pictures of the snow storm in Boston. They got hit pretty bad. For once when they said there was gonna be a storm, there actually was one. I now have pictures of my parents' backyard with over a foot of snow, Leo's car, covered in snow, the front walk as my dad and Leo shoveled and many more. All of these pictures kind of make me miss sledding.

I realized today that next Friday is Valentine's Day and Mickey and I have not made any plans yet. This will be the first time in a long time that I'm not single on Valentine's Day, which will be nice, I have to admit. Just have to make some plans.

Has anyone else wound up with wounds or things like that from their dreams? ( Cut for mention of Gay Bashing - Still viewable to all, but Billy )