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My entire world has been turned upside down! Kermit and Miss Piggy have broken up. This is awful!

Much too late to be up, much too early to drink. But that's life.

Well, that was a nice barely-a-week break from the dreams. One set ends, another starts. In this one it honestly feels like some bizarre partner swap considering I'm engaged to the woman who, in my first set, was my wife's best friend but in this one she happens to be the sister of her first-set fiance. And my wife is engaged to the man who in that set was her best friend's fiance. Did this make sense? It really doesn't to me.

Then of course there's Dracula, but I'm actually a vampire hunter posing as a librarian in his castle. This will end well.

If I didn't have such a bad feeling about it that I managed to move up my bar exam date by shelling out a couple pints of blood and my life savings, I'd go off to study bonobos in the Congo in their native setting for a break. I was reading an article saying that bonobos, our closet living relatives, are able to produce vocalizations in a wide range of emotional states and situations much like human babies. Human language has deep roots in primate language, but we knew that already.

I just had the worst possible dream, ever. No bright side to that one. Except that it was just a dream.

Also woke up to this. I think I might be just a little big for it though.

If anyone needs me I'll be at my mom's.

You know, the overload of shit would be great if it didn't all happen at once, for fu---

You know what's worse than freaking out over your marriage to someone who doesn't exist?

Burying them.

Jesus could this crap not space itself the hell out?

Oh wow. I think I just had one of those Dreams that everyone talks about. I woke up feeling like I had actually just lived it, and it was pretty weird, so that counts right?

In my dreams, I was a shinigami which I guess is like a grim reaper? So depressing =( I was supposed to bring in the soul of this seventeen-year-old girl who wanted to die but was being protected by a ancestor, and was teamed up with this kid named Asuka. And Asuka kept trying to sabotage us bringing in her soul, and after a little digging I discovered that he was the girl's cousin and he had taken the job as a shinigami so that he could keep protecting her. Which is actually kind of sweet, if I'm being completely honest. So after a fight (I can do magic in my dreams! How cool) I "dropped" her court summons and let him do whatever it was he wanted to do with it (burn it, maybe). So they couldn't bring her in after all, because she found the will to live and we "lost" the summons.

And then they axed my bonus.

Guys, I'm not sure if I'm cut out to be a shinigami. Killing people really isn't my thing. D=

This applies mostly to soldiers or people in high risk professions, but do you ever feel like you just don't know what to do with yourself in peace time?

I've been out of the marines for over a year and I still don't know what to do with myself. And my dreams were...Lets just say I don't think dream me would ever adjust to peace.

My job gives me some excitement but it still doesn't feel right. I want to climb up the walls.

I don't know what was weirder about my dreams last night, the shrinking thing or the big green angry guy or me being all 'oh hey we work well together lets call ourselves the Avengers!'

Avengers. That's so comic booky.

I tried to kill my father while he slept in my dreams. I would have succeeded if it hadn't been for my brother stopping me.

I can't really say I'm surprised though.

I'm sure that there are going to be some people who might find this of interest.

But honestly, fear of the dead rising to life is a fundamental and universal human fear.

Fun Fact: Tony Stark is totally a sentimental pookie in my dreams. He programmed an emergency code word into Jarvis for me to use to make a suit!

It even has room for my tail! Which I have now. ... how the heck do you tell your boyfriend "by the way my tail and knuckle spikes showed up"? I'm thinking of just blaming it on Logan.

I feel kind of guilty fighting with my new muscle mass and body type. And horns. Mostly the horns.

So I retired. I did, however, get asked to train at the gym, so that's good. I won't have to worry about where food's going to come from for a while.

I don't now what will cause nightmares more. The very strange mouths of the martial arts dining family I was nearly engaged to in the dreams, or seeing my father dressed as a french maid.

I may have gotten this shirt today.

As a science enthusiast I couldn't walk past the window without it. I'm suddenly glad I didn't just blow the last of my money on 15 tacos instead of that 15 dollar shirt. It really was nearly a thing that happened.

I'm tired of feeling.
Can a person stop feeling?
Is that a possibility?
Why can't alchemy make it so

[Filter to Winry]
Hey gear head.