Network

So for those who were wondering, Dream me managed to bring back those who crossed over into Supernatural Purgatory, even some old friends. Stefan and Enzo can say thank you to me since I drove my car through the window of the grill, taking out a shitload of travelers, making the whole thing possible. While it was kind of a suicide mission, and kind of not since I was coming back through with you, it was a good plan - up until that one snag. There is always that one thing that fucks up everything else.

My saves are Elena, Stefan, Enzo, Alaric, and even Tyler, and that Luke kid. Then the spell stopped. I'm dead. This might be the end.

Can I rewind that and give the hero hair back?

So I found this when I woke up this morning. At first I thought it might have been one of Buffy's, but it was in my room. And looks like the one from my dreams.

Anyone have any expertise in this area? I have never used something like this before, ever. Still trying to figure out what to do with it.

Well crap, I think I've started getting the "dreams" like you weirdos.

Made it back to work on time this morning, but I'm exhausted. Need more coffee.

I think I've finally finished unpacking. Thank God. Dinner is on the way. So I finally decided to check out this network thing.

I'm Zarina and I just moved here from NYC.

Sounds like the food is here!

I think I'm going to have Christina's birthday party the day after Halloween. She wants a tea party theme. So, does anyone want to dress like the Mad Hatter and surprise her?

I really don't get all this pumpkin spice flavored stuff. Internet, explain yourselves!

Also, totally tried out my first test flight today. IT WAS SO AWESOME.

And painful. I needed bandaids.

There really is no rest for the weary.

Just when you think everything's wrapped up in these ridiculous dreams, you end up getting your face ruined and wind up as a drunk in Florida.

I also found a letter on my desk today. In mauve stationary. It's not exactly polite to tell a man you hope he's not too ugly, you know. You know who you are.

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'I am Groot'?

I don't even know what a Groot is, but somehow it seems to be me. Only, I'm not really me, more like a giant, walking, talking tree alien. And when I talk it seems all anyone ever hears is 'I am Groot', or so I'm told.

Well, except for the talking raccoon. He understands everything I say.

Seems I've finally joined the club with this dreamin' stuff.