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I'm trying to focus on things I understand. The conference. The hotel. Drinks. The fact that there's a lot of homeless teenagers out there. Like a lot. I can't wrap my head around gremlins. Legit gremlins. One of them flashed me. Actually flashed me. Little trench coat and everything. The hotel trying to shoo him but he just took over the whole bar and drank the whole thing dry.

There is something seriously going on here, and I'm not leaving until I figure it out. I'm just going to have to find a new job.

I'm running under the assumption that it is okay for ravens to pick at a gremlin corpse and have it for breakfast, because that has been the reality of my morning.

All this is silly, and the solution is clearly slaughter. I think one of them tried to eat Schmooples II.

Last night I dreamed I made it aboard Carpathia. I gave a fake name, and managed to avoid Cal and Mother by remaining with the rest of the third class passengers. I suppose once I make it to New York, I'll begin my new life. I'll be poor, but running away and starting over had always been a dream of mine in the dreams. Here too, if I'm completely honest. But I made a promise that I'd never give up, and that I'd survive, so I suppose I will. Even if it does mean that there's no hot water and hardly any caviar.

I have been feeling a little under the weather since my dream swim in the Atlantic however. I might need to take a few days off of work after all.

That was gross. I ran over a gremlin trying to get my bike out...I was going to get breakfast but after that crunch I no longer want to.

Don't forget. New Years Eve at Purgatory. It's definitely the place you want to be when the ball drops.

Almost a new year, and time for a new discovery! Or an old discovery, rather

The Ancient Egyptians discovered the star Algol millenia before modern astronomers did, and tracked it's dimming cycle in one of their calendars. They considered it a threatening phenomenon.

The good news is that our apartment is back to normal. The bad news: there are gremlins in it.

Gremlins.

If it's not one thing, its another with this place.

I gotta say, I'm not usually the sort of guy for clichés, but absence makes the heart grow fonder. I never realized how much I missed California until I came back to it. It almost makes a man wonder why he left in the first place.

Anyway, enough sentimentality. The name's Poe. I'm a Los Angeles boy but I've had my share of Disneyland trips, so I think I have a handle on this Orange County thing.

Fire, anger, hate, rage, everytime I wake up from my dreams it's all I see and feel. It's really, disconcerting. And a lot of fear, so much fear. Enough that I can't shake it through most of the day, and really I have absolutely no idea as to why.

Okay well the dreams ended...

Well...

Not the way I expected. Very, I mean I suppose it was nice and the right thing to do, but... have dreams ever made someone feel kind of... used?