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Maybe it's the dreams influencing me, or maybe I'm getting softer in my old age, but I've just adopted a little one.

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The shelter says his name is Sebastian, but I don't know, that's a little too serious. He always looks like he's a bit stoned, so I've been calling him Bill.

I should have taken a mental health day today.

I woke up feeling like I was drugged and forced to sit through an orientation from hell. Mostly because that's exactly what I dreamed.

[Private to Claire]
Didn't you mention dreaming of a place called Raccoon City?

Premonitions are odd things. Last month I felt coldness and dread, flashes of darkness and gold. Nothing cohesive that made sense, because that would be far too simple, wouldn't it?

Now it's anger. Hatred and violence. Red. Knowing I'm not the only one sensitive to foreboding upcoming events, has anyone else felt anything? It's gotten me anxious and jittery and this caffeinated black tea isn't exactly helping.

Hey, I have a question for the network here.

Which movies have sequels that was as good or better than the first one?

HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

WE TURNED EVIL DREAM!BOYFRIEND BACK INTO A REAL BOY.

I went in to kill him and she saved him. And he hates me for it.

I had the most peculiar dreams last night. I dreamt that children basically come from birds. We can still fly as long as we believe we can and I left my house and flew to a particular garden in England. It takes a while for tiny baby me to realize that I'm not a bird, but I can understand the birds and the fairies that I meet. It's all so very strange and makes absolutely no sense.

And the strangest part was when I woke up there was a large amount of birds on my balcony.

Let's not talk about how I was floating above my bed. Flying is not possible.

I think I'm going to see The Man From U.N.C.L.E. when I have the time. My parents talked about the original version a lot and I kind of want to see the 60's era costumes. Are you guys seeing anything interesting these days?

Someone stopped me today in line for coffee to tell me my hair was nice. I didn't even do anything special to it. Are there just people out there on a secret mission to brighten people's days with random compliments?

I suppose it's rather silly to hope the dreams just end. I don't often hope for much of anything, but I'd put my eggs in that basket anyway.

Now they've all shattered and it's a big, yokey disaster with plenty of egg shells.

I've completely fucked myself over in these dreams.

Well this sure does bring back memories. Maybe I ought to start up one myself. And of you got youngins that like to ride?