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Guess who saved the day when a demon attacked in my dreams? Me. That's right, I saved us from being brutally killed by a demon. Although Alec didn't look too good. Okay, so I didn't kill the demon, but apparently it wasn't a big fan of sunlight and after I broke a skylight with an arrow, it ran off. I could get used to being the hero.

Does anybody here know how to fix boats?

Well at least now I know where or really what Knowhere is located in. I only had dreams of that whole business with the Collector but now I got the "previously on" dreams.

So who else besides this guy thinks building an entire colony/black market industry inside the head of a dead celestial god is messed up?

So my friend Stefan needs to get laid a date.

He's cute. He's nice. He's kind of a dream stalker, but not much here. He has a car that he's very excited about for some reason. He likes the boardwalk and long walks on the beach. Actually I have no clue about the long walks on the beach but he probably would for the right girl.

So yeah. Date Stefan.

It's official: Looks like I'm one of the dreamers.

I suppose I should appreciate the fact that things seem to be off to a relatively tame start.

I've been in a good mood all day. We won the battle in my dreams, Korra isn't dead, and she's kind of my date to someone's wedding.

There's a lot of work to do, but I hope we'll dance at the wedding get a chance to recuperate before we start rebuilding the city.

Well, I think my dream self has a little crush. Perhaps more than a crush. Oh that was indeed a good turn of events for once. Though shall we see how spectacularly my dream self can ruin that?

Sup. I'm Chloe. Anybody hiring? I'm hella sick of sleeping in the bus station.

Whilst watching Bridezillas, I have to wonder if these women have simply Hulked out and are absolutely unlike how they are normally, or if the men they've found are simply mental.

Am I so odd for wanting to get married in my garden and then have some people over for food? I don't want anything huge and stressful. That sounds like the opposite of fun.

Note to self: Next time I rescue D from terrorists, I should have a plan other than barging in through the front door with my handgun, yelling for everyone to put their hands up. That's a really good way to get six assault rifles pointed at me.

So yeah. In my dreams, D and I got kidnapped by terrorists, and we were supposed to find the lost treasure of El Dorado for them. Then we found it. And it was a bunch of fucking gold fish. Not like koi fish or whatever goldfish actually are, but this extinct species named the Titicaca (hehehe, titicaca) Orestias. It would have been fucking hilarious if I hadn't been so sure we were going to die. But hey, at least I got some fucking newspaper clippings to commemorate the time I got kidnapped by terrorists, whisked away to South America, discovered an extinct species, and then got yelled at by my boss.

Does anyone know how the fuck I'm supposed to explain these handcuff wounds on my wrists to my coworkers?

My dreams seem to be forever on the weird side.

last time I was hacking into government files. Now I'm actually breaking into a top secret government warehouse full of the most insane things on the planet to kidnap a guy. Using electrocuting handcuffs.

But I did manage to save my brother from some strange dimension of nothingness. So...might have been worth it.