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What the actual hell, Danny?!

Ever wake up from a dream really wanting to punch, or at least yell, at someone but you can't because you only know them in the Dreams?

Tips on how to deal with that would be appreciated.

Selfie of Harley in a dog pile with two Hyenas, she looks like she's soaking wet

Tried to give the babies their baths and it didn't go well for me!

But don't worry! I gave 'em some treats!
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I never really consider myself a physical person, like, ever. I mean I hated sports when I was younger, hard to play anything with the coke goggles I used to have to wear (thank fuck for contact lenses) but ever since moving out here I've found that running first thing in the morning actually helps to clear my head.

That and yoga.

It helps that the instructor's nice.

I've just about had it with these Dreams. While it's fun to see myself living in a magical country it's annoying to see how damn stupid the solutions I come up with for the problems I run into there actually are. The girl Tip ran into on the road has now conquered the Emerald City so he ditches all the stuff her army had given him to carry and follows after a soldier to the Palace where he finally sees Jack again, playing some game with the Scarecrow (because that just makes so much sense) and then the soldier fills them in on the fact that the Emerald City has been conquered. And then of course Tip has to chime in with the news that he overheard the girls talking about using the Scarecrow's outsides to make a carpet and his insides to stuff cushions. Because straw cushions just sound like the most comfortable things in the world am I right?

The group of geniuses decide that their best bet is to tie themselves together and escape on the Sawhorse once he's brought out of the Treasury. They're going to go to the Tin Woodman and get help there and as ridiculous as the plan is it works - they get out of there and with the exception of falling in the river after being stabbed by knitting needles they aren't hurt. If there was any doubt remaining in my head as to who I am in these Dreams they were gone when I woke up to a soaked bed and some bloody spots on my arms where I'd been stabbed there. Literally bloody spots. I should probably count myself lucky there weren't wounds when I washed them off.