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Well, if I had ever wondered what Sarah looked like as a man, now I know. There is apparently a trans clone. That was interesting. Very interesting. And slightly disturbing.

The fuck kinda name is Sookie.

At least my sparkling personality is still intact.

The mental illness awareness organization I do a lot of work with, NAMI, is holding an event in Irvine next Saturday - outdoors, at a park, and there will be all sorts of things like a book exchange and food trucks (I think even complimentary massages?). But I'll be there in the 'community support' section, as a mental health care provider, should anyone want to drop by. I see so many people discussing their dreams and I feel as if I should make others aware of the opportunity.

On my own dream front our fortress, Skyhold, recently got assaulted by goats. Gassy goats, too. One let it rip before the other slammed into the wall and I don't even know what's going on anymore. It was almost as baffling as one of my advisers running out of the room naked after losing a game of Wicked Grace (I won't name names).

For anyone wondering about the actual goat thrower, he was made an agent of the Inquisition and dispatched to Tevinter to throw goats there instead.

I must have been reading too many horror movie scripts lately because I had an awful nightmare last night. I woke up mid-scream and scared the bejesus out of my poor roommate.

It was totally perfect horror movie scenario. Tiny child version of myself growing up and being told not to go in the basement. Pathetic babysitter manages to cajole baby me into going going downstairs, which shouldn't happen because apparently baby me sees ghosts of some sort. There's a couple okay ghosts, but there's also a dead man whose ghost is hidden still hanging from his noose. Unfortunately the big bad ghost that I didn't want to see did decide to show up. And she is the creepiest thing on the face of this planet. Blackened skin that is still sizzling from the fire she must have died in. Her skull is intact, but the skin that's supposed to be her face is barely there and then she went for me.

Which is when I woke up. I'm totally chalking this up to my crazy imagination and some bad thai food.

Woke up with my first injury. Ugly bruises around my neck courtesy of Herr Eichorst. Nasty fucker likes to collar and chain up his prey. There's no telling how long he's going to keep me, but the room is creepy. Circular, bright white padded walls, cement floor... Blood stains here and there. Obviously I'm not the first person to visit this room, but I'm presently the only one in it. I guess I should feel special.

I miss the nights when my dreams were dreams and not nightmares.