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Whew, practices have been tough. I've been shadowing the girl who's dancing Odette/Odile and learning everything she's learning and it's tough choreography. It should be really beautiful, though. Haven't learned my part as a cygnet yet, but I should be learning it soon.

I haven't been dreaming of the 30's for a while, but I guess the Dreams, or whatever controls them, decided to give me the motorcycle I drove in them. For something that's about 81 years old, this thing is surprisingly as good as new. Kinda can't wait to take it out for a ride.

So apparently in my dreams, Stiles is missing.... So with my abilities developing I'm learning I can hear voices when they want me to hear them I just have to listen. But since I'm still new to this I asked Peter (the one who attacked me) to help me. In exchange I have to listen for his sisters voice somehow.... Finds out Peter is a father and his sister erased his memory of it.

So in my dreams Richard Reed is a kid. Not sure who that is since I never meet him in reality. Though Tony Start is still a jerk. I think I've meet him before, his name sounds familiar.

I've been given the okay to announce this finally, and I gotta tell you folks I'm real damn excited to be able to do so. It's been real hard not to shout it from the rooftops, and I may have pushed a little hard to tell our friends and family a bit early. Now, however, we both feel it's safe to let everyone else know.

Peggy's pregnant, 15 weeks along right now, and I couldn't be happier. Another week until we might be able to find out what the sex of the baby is, but for right now? It doesn't matter to me. I'll be happy either way just as long as Peggy and the baby are both happy and healthy. That's all that matters to me.

So Aphrodite, nothing but tricksy apparently. Dream me got chosen to judge a beauty contest between her, Athena, and Artemis and the winner got honor or something. She gave me this golden apple that was supposed to make any other mortal fall in love with me at first sight with no other effort. Naturally the first one who fell for me was a princess of a kingdom already set to get married to another that was ready to wage war if it didn't happen. Her swooped into save the day of course and you know, this time I'm pretty glad he did. I'd rather not be a trophy on either kingdom's lawn.

Okay, that was what? A two day break? One set of dreams ends, another begins. Not in the Underworld yet, but I just stabbed Kronos (hey dad - that'll probably cause issues later) with a crystal mega-weapon that looks like a dick. No, really, it does. The most phallic damn thing I've ever seen.

Anyway, point is - book your calendars for November 11th, because that's when my new flick, Inferno, appears in theaters. If I like you a lot, I'll even get you passes for the red carpet premiere which of course I'll be attending and looking very dapper at.

With a glamour on. Sigh.

Nothing like dreaming about faking your own death to get you ready for Friday. At this point, I really hope dream-me has a solid plan because this shit is getting out of hand.