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Dreamed about having dinner with my heroic idols, I think some part of me died and went to heaven. They also threatened to tell my parents that I was moonlighting as a hero and effectively grounded our team to tell us that we're not allowed to do hero things anymore, but still.

Xanatos Technologies is pleased to announce that our first stab at smartphone technologies is almost ready for public release. I present to you: The Oracle I.

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Thank you, Valarnet. If you're interested in signing up to beta, or if you have any questions about the phone and it's capacities, please leave a comment below. I am rather proud of what we've managed to accomplish with these phones, and I'm hoping that there's sufficient interest in them.

Dream me did right by going to Spain after kissing both John and Sam, showed up right in time to rescue Seven and Ten (DIDN"T EVEN KNOW THERE WAS A TEN!) while they are attacked by numerous Mogs. I really hate Mogadorians! We won that fight and I get everyone to safety.

I get Marina, Ella, and Crayton (Ella's Cêpan?!) on an airplane to India to look for Number Eight. We think it's him, there was boy rumored to be Vishnu publicly. Several hours later we land in India, and was escorted by a man called Commander Sharma who says he is from Vishnu to the Himalayan mountain range.

While we are driving, guess who got attacked again, but this time it was humans! Commander Sharma describes as forces against "Vishnu" from the government, supplied by rich donors. I wanted to use my legacies to wipe them away, but Crayton convinced me not to, so we fled from having to fight anymore than what was necessary.

Than the asshole commander says we all have to fight different incarnations of Vishnu, done and done. So we meet this kid, I demanded to know if he was eight or not, turns out he was. We talked about the past, about what was happening now, he revealed his abilities, scared me so I elbowed him in the ribs, it was a reflex! Marina has got one hell of a crush on Eight within the short time we've spent with him. We head to his campsite, make plans, and I go to sleep.
( Cut due to how long it ended up being )

And what the hell was that? I’ve got two bullet holes

I swear I must be going crazy. How do I even there is not enough coffee for today.

For anyone who's following the saga of my dreams, still ain't found the girl, but I found her doll. Not sure what that means in the grand scheme of things, but I'm hoping it means I'm on the right track and will find her alive and well, hiding out somewhere. I'm pretty sure it means she's bit and I'll find her turned.

Weirdest thing. I didn't have another dream, at least not a new one. Rehashed some previous ones, I guess, I don't even know. it was weird. But when I woke up, there was a letter from a dream friend's father who in the dreams was like a father to me when I was younger, at least more than my own dad ever was. And there's a key too, and apparently the cabin is real, and it's here, or at least not far from here.

Hey...
You busy?

So somehow I've gotten put in charge of planning Eren's bachelor party since he's marrying his other best friend. I have no clue how to put together a bachelor party and the only guidelines I've been given is 'no strippers' which seems a little unfair since I'm not the one getting married so I should still be able to enjoy right?

Any suggestions for what I could do for this thing?

[CJ and Six]

So...I'm thinking maybe I can just throw the party at the house for him?

Hypothetical Question.

Say you get a diamond in your dreams.

An' this diamond has information hidden on it to access a vast fortune in said dreams.

Would ya attempt to see if that fortune exists here in the waking world?

And then what would you do with all that money?

Asking for a friend.

So spent my off day catching up with managing my businesses in GTA Online after my run. Normal for me between the run and my actual work out, Lace was hanging out with me and Rock. And then I came across something I'd never seen in any of the GTA games I've played before - a bulldozer just off in one of the lots. I had to go see if I could get in it and drive it - the answer is yes, I could - and then I figured out I could move the scoop in game. Pretty sure Lace got a kick out of my thoughts while I was trying to pick people up in the scoop just to see if I could.

Why is it so hard for people to just mind their own business?

Was down on the beach, just relaxing when some dude-bro had to come up to me and question my decision to wear a crop top.

First off, they're comfy as hell.

Secondly, I flipped it on him and asked him why he was so insecure with himself that he needed to come try and police my decisions that have no affect on him whatsoever.

Of course, he tried to start an argument before I pointed out that no one was forcing him to look in my direction, or at me, but that I understood why he did as I was quite a sight to behold. That shut him up before he stalked off.

Honestly, unless we get rid of Negan, things in my dreams are not going to get better. The Saviors showed up ( Blocked from Daryl Dixon ) and they took our doctor, leaving us with a crate of aspirin as a trade. Yeah, that doesn't really seem like the best trade to me. We're better off with our doctor.

After that we realize that Sasha and Rosita are missing, which can't be good at all. Even worse, I'm pretty sure Gregory has made some sort of deal with the Saviors. He basically threatened me when I accused him or deliberately trying to split up our groups to protect himself. I just hope that we're able to stop Negan before it's too late.

One interesting thing that I learned about my dream self in this recent dream was that dream me grew up in group homes, which is somewhat similar to my real life since I spent time in a few foster homes growing up.

Speaking of my real life, I've been working with the stunt team of a new tv show, which has been a lot of fun. I love teaching my classes at the gym, but it's stunts that I really love doing so this has been nice.

I have to say, getting real tired of people in the ER trying to get the better of me and get what they want instead of what they need.