Network

I had the most terrible date earlier. Why do I bother to put myself out there?

Oh, hey, I made the Dean's List last semester. I'm sure I can put that on a resume, right? Doreen Green - A student and savior of the world. Got a nice ring to it.

Don't you just hate when a mad man finds out that you and your daughter are his descendants and wants to harvest your organs to prolong his life? Yeah, I do too. Also hate falling asleep on the couch and having dreams cause I always wake up so tense no matter what.

I probably should feel some sort of satisfaction that the guy who shot me a while back is a blithering mess, and yet somehow it doesn't really provide me any comfort. Only more questions, headaches and paperwork. I don't want to do the processing work. I just want to sleep, my Nyquil haze was interrupted for this? I may have moved on but that doesn't mean I'm ready to see this clown again.

Ribs are healin' up nicely, in fact, they're healin' up nice enough I'm gonna try getting back to work.

I'm really beginning to dislike my dreams. They're making my head feel foggy, and I can't sleep very long with them, and of course my head hurts everytime I wake u too. What's getting worse, is that now my dreams are starting to feel more, present? Rather than just memories. The other night... the other night's one was really weird.

I won't go into too much detail about it with everyone, of course, but let's just say... it stuck out. It felt different than the usual dreams. Felt more like a ... like a warning.

Meh, whatever, I'll survive.

At any rate, I need to find a roommate at some point. My job's definitely not paying enough for my rent, and I'm beginning to sense I'll be deeply over my head at some point, and will likely end up living in a sewer drain, eating half-eaten, moldy McDonald's cheeseburgers to survive. I wonder if enough free ketchup packets will kill the taste of disease?

Just as I think i'm staring to figure out what the hell is going on with these dreams, they decide to throw in a new wrench.

I'm not dreaming I'm Director Church anymore. Nope. Now I'm dreaming I'm the A.I. he created...and decided to torture in the name of science.

Jesus Christ.

Can I just be a space marine? Isn't that exciting enough?!

I had another dream early this morning.

I think in them I'm a bad guy.

I'm not sure what to think about that.

I will always stop and watch Back to the Future if it's on TV. I have loved this movie since I was little and know all the lines. I find myself repeating entire scenes.

Stefan, Care, Anna, we should have a marathon.

I suppose the dreams must continue no matter what may be happening in the real world.

The man I'm engaged to in my dreams gave me a diamond as a gift. A large, blue diamond that was worn by King Louis XVI, cut into the shape of a heart and called the Heart of the Ocean. It was a little overwhelming.

When I woke up, I had yet another gift from the dreams. It wasn't the diamond, though I would consider this far more valuable. It made me smile.

[Jack]

You have to see this.

I'd like to announce that Future Industries will be building a race track as an alternative to street racing. It'll be open to everyone with a small fee, and open 24/7. We're planning events, have free-race days, and of course challenges to try to beat me. Good luck with that.

I've been waiting to announce anything because I wanted to make sure all the permit processes went through.

I keep thinking there's something I'm forgetting. I don't know why I think that. I only know I can't keep my head on straight unless I'm directly attending to some kind of business.

Working with my plants helps. It's always good to feel as if I'm doing good for someone else.

Being with my children? That's what keeps me going.

I feel as if I should be doing more than I am for them. I'm hardly enough to be a father much less both father and mother to my two. It's hard. Harder than I ever thought it would be.

All I know is I'm doing the best I can. I can only pray it's enough.

I got my first dream!!! Maybe I shouldn't be glad, since it came in the library and I made a noise falling off my seat waking up and I'm pretty sure the librarian hates me but...

( image under cut -language )

In my dream last night Michael and I were working on the next issue of Rage and clashed a little on the cover art. He thought it was pornographic, but I thought it was supposed to push the envelope. Dreaming about this reminded me about how much I've been wanting to do a comic. Billy was going to help me with the plots part since he was a superhero in his dreams and I was gonna do the art, but now I'm at a loss as to what to write it about cause I don't really know as much about comic books.

Christmas and I don't exactly get along but

So looking up things going on back home and stumble across this. The trick will be figuring out if I can make another trip home work for it. I mean, I have a dress for it thanks to the dreams!

One more week of reshoots coming up and then the movie wraps. I need a vacation.

There are so many places to go, but what to pick?