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I'm getting married today. There's nothing like being woken up with that thought.

No, I'm not going to run away screaming. I'm ready to do this.

The dreams showed up again, and my girl picked me. The day of our wedding and my dream self finally got the girl. It's going to be a good day! Better see everyone there.

Man, I am gettin' too damn old for this dream shit. There ain't enough old people on this network to complain about stuff with. I'm sittin' here in my office with the biggest cup of coffee I could find, daydreaming about the retirement I could have had.

I did not sign up for this crap. And who the hell am I to go playin' god with someone else's life like that?--

[ Loki of Asgard ]
I see you on my network, stirrin' up trouble and wearing ladypants. When the hell did you start wearing ladypants? The Loki _I_ met had a pair of balls or two. Probably more balls than half the people on my helicarrier, anyway.

You dream about this Avengers crap? Are you gonna start squashing us like ants under a boot? I'm just tryin' to be prepared for the next disaster over here.

Whaaaaaaaaaat?

There's no Tim Horton's here! Am I doing this internet search thing wrong? Every time I put a city in California into this thing it just says 'no results found'.

How am I supposed to survive all of this stuff Tenzin's making me do if I can't even escape and get a double-double!?

Interesting dreams the last few nights (don't we start all posts like this around here?). There was a crying baby, and a school that was like a prison, and some truly horrific solitary confinement. But at least I didn't paint food pictures on the wall, a la a certain Netflix Original Series.

More interesting to note, though, is that I woke up with the lightsaber I had just dreamed about on my bedside table. So I guess special gifts from home (listen to me! From home.) is the newest side effect to regaining these memories. I have to admit, it did feel very natural holding it for real.

First the dreams, then the little...shall we call them "cognitive abilities," and now actual items?? Is there anything else I should be expecting??

That was..not fun. That would be the second 'dream' that's actually injured me. Put me in the hospital this time. No real surprise after what happened in it I guess. We were sent after an anarchist named Vadim. The only way to get to him was from the inside. I was sent under cover as a condemned Musketeer left to hang at the Châtelet for illegal dueling. I befriended him, or so I thought. Vadim was too smart, a master of manipulating people to look in the wrong direction. In this case he wanted to rob the royal treasury and reshape France by killing the King and Queen as he said. But really he wanted us all looking in the wrong direction as he made off with the Queen's jewels.

He caught on that I was a spy for the Musketeers and ended up knocking me out and I'm guessing that's where this remaining headache is from. Anyway, I woke up under ground tied to enough black powder to blow Paris to pieces. I had no weapon to cut myself out so I had to fight the ropes, burns like hell. Nobody knew I was down there, Vadim had made sure I only passed on information he wanted me to. The others were still protecting the royals. My wrists are red from the ropes even now. I managed to put out the explosives and catch up to Vadim, using his own trick against him, and ended up killing him. He still tried to escape, but he didn't get far.

And now doctors orders I'm not allowed much activity and I'm bloody bored.

[Aramis]
Thanks..you know, for everything.

[Filtered to Elizabeth]
Sorry if I scared you. I couldn't find anyone to drive me to hospital. Athos wasn't picking up, he was driving in to work at the time. The internet was the only thing I could think of at the time.

My clothes are doing surprisingly well. In fact they're doing well enough that the company has asked me to think about creating a young girls line.

I said yes of course, but then I realized that I have no idea what young girls wear and what they like. Surely it has to be different from what I used to wear.

I need a night out. With no children. And no cleaning up vomit.

And I need a drink. A lot of them. Stupid memories. Who wants to go out?

After reading about all the summer vacations and graduations and the like on this forum, I've come to realizing that I am getting old much quicker than I'd hoped to.

Huh.

Just realized next week is my birthday.