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So far, I've been having repeating dreams. I wonder if this means that I won't have any new dreams and I can finally dream something normal?

So...some stuff has happened since I last posted. To all those people who laughed when I asked what goes on around here? I understand...weirdly now. I mean, I was open before? A little on the unbelieving side, but I think most wouldn't believe until they start to be apart of it themselves and, well, there ya go! I hope everyone is safe out there. I heard there's a hostile take over? Or trying to be? Bloody hell.

Which brings me to announcement #2: I have a new job! Thanks to those who recommended Baxter's! Not only do they serve superior everything, but it's a much better environment. If anyone is looking for a safe refuge, Audrey said she usually opens up the bakery for those in need.

[Lina, Pete, Match, Rey, Garcian]
Well, I was hoping to go out for a celebration of a new job, but I'm thinking there are more important things right now. Stay safe out there, yeah? Knowing some of you, you may actually be going out to help.

[The following was posted using the communication systems in Wash's SPARTAN VI helmet]

I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. The black armored mercenaries currently running around the county and the two towers now looming are from my and Carolina's dreams. It took three years, but here we are.

The tower currently hanging out in Irvine is known as the Communications Temple. You may experience difficulty getting messages to others since in my dreams the Temple was used to jam all radio communication. I'm not even sure if this will go through properly, but it's the best option I have to mass warn others. If you are able to read this and get word out to others, please do so.

Carolina and I are checking out the tower now. Hopefully we can take it from the mercenaries and deactivate it.

[Message truncated due to data corruption]

[Signal lost]

( Elena's Diary: Private to Elena )

Rough night. I'm going to need some coffee to make it through homework and job hunting.

Does anyone else want to text me today? My phone is blowing off the hook. (If it had a hook.)

Dear OC: Can you PLEASE let my Storm Trooper armor collect dust? For a little while? I mean damn. I feel like I'm more of a Trooper here than I was in the dreams. I've seen more combat in this thing than I really care to.

ANYHOW.

How's everybody else holding up in the latest wave of crazy? I hope next time we get like, unicorns farting rainbows or something. Anything other than another invasion of soldiers. Or demons. Or zombies.

This place is making me feel more and more like an Avenger. At this point I've had on my Black Panther armor for over a day and have been fighting this flood of mercenaries for hours at a time since yesterday. And it's only been a few weeks since the last incident took place.

Tony, after this, I think a vacation is in order.

That said, if anyone is need of assistance, please let me know.