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My brother and his friend dream of magic, swordplay, and dragons. I, on the other hand, get to dream of being eight years old and watching the midwife deliver my little brothers.

If my dreams consist of nothing but rubbing the feet of newborn children all night, I will scream.

I would like to report that the Doll that has been wandering around Orange County acting like me has been found and returned.

Salt, of all things, is the key to getting my shadow out of the doll and back to me. The problem now is figuring out how to get a doll without a moving mouth to eat a packet of salt. We are considering using a salt bath.

If anyone is interested in meeting my little "Mini Me" prior to then, please let me know.

That feeling when you call home to wish your mother a happy mothers day, and then have to listen to an hour and thirty minutes of why you're wasting your life by not pro-creating. Thanks mom, you really made me wanna spawn a child from that.

I'm going to eat donuts and lament my lack of nagging children now.

seriously? that's the dream you choose. that was boring and gross. that boy didn't even know how to kiss. why would you give me that? isn't there something better?

two things

1. that dream was boring.
2. slytherin robes. at least something good happened.

Oh ho, so who wants to get drunk? No, seriously. Hawke and I need taste testers for the specialty cocktails at the tavern we're opening soon - it's called the Hanged Man, and it's a tribute to the one from Kirkwall, which is the shitter of Thedas but if there was any amazing place to go get pissed as your life flushes down the toilet, it was definitely the Hanged Man. We've also designed drinks for our gang, the ones who are here and some who aren't.

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The location's in Anaheim, a quaint medieval-themed pub right near Disneyland. We'd so appreciate your help with letting us know how things taste! Cheers, loves.

PS, I definitely recommend Sparkly Balls and King Alistair. Champion's Cock goes smoothly down the throat as well.

There's something quite charming about a place where the first thing you see is an old, very hyperactive friend being stuck inside the body of your grumpy baby brother.

I was hoping for a wild ride, and this certainly seems like the place to find such a thing. I'm Kitiara, and I've just move to town, partly for business, partly to see what was behind Tasslehoff's completely insane stories (though, I'm getting the impression that these stories are based more in truth than any of his others), and partly to embarrass my baby brother, Raistlin. I do have childhood photos of him, and you can lay your eyes on them for a price.

Is there really no way of stopping these dreams? I don’t wish to see more.

Recent Dream cross over has required that I stay inside while the sun is out. During my time indoors, I rediscovered that I have a Netflix account and have been binge watching mysteries, as of late Murder, She Wrote. Jessica Fletcher has the worst luck ever and should never be invited to parties.

Living with a Kender prank-happy roommate on April Fool's is not what I would define as fun. It's been four days now and I'm still cautious every time I open my bedroom door.

At least the Dreams have finally given me my spellbook.

I'm just so angry I can't
is this even my feeling or is it someone elses?

I have two papers due and a test to study for and I can't focus on a single one. Think I'm officially screwed. Fun.

Hello!

No, that’s too formal.

Hi, guys!

Wow, that’s rude. Not everyone is a guy.

Hey, peeps!

Does anyone say peeps anymore? Okay, Urban Dictionary is telling me they don’t.

I’m Merrill! Good start. This is so exciting. Has anyone else felt like they didn’t fit in before they started having their dreams? I know we couldn’t have known, not really, but this explains so much. I’m not even human! Well, I mean, I am I think?, but I’m not in my dreams. There were so many of us—elves, that is. It was an important gathering of some kind, and it was all very exciting. I set something on fire, too! With my hands! Does anyone keep a diary to record everything they remember? I should really find those scented highlighters.

Oh! We share something about ourselves here, right? I’m a Cryptozoologist. You should visit me at my office! It’s cramped, really, and a mess right now, but I like visitors. If you let me know you’re coming, I could bake something, too. One of my roommates is a chemist, and our kitchen is probably contaminated. You know what! I’ll just buy cookies for us. Would that be all right? Does anyone have any food allergies? This is too long. You’re rambling now, Merrill.

I’ll just be on Tumblr if you need me.

I managed to make it through the weather we’ve had this winter – dream related and otherwise - without catching a cold. So I’m a little annoyed that here it is now March, perfectly sunny and tolerable outside, and I’ve developed a cough.

I don’t need this right now. I’m too busy for a cold.

We have take off!!!!

Don't mind me, I just really needed to get that out.

Finally this dream power thing is paying off!

Naturally it comes right after a rather disturbing dream sequence in which I may develop an aversion to large bodies of water and San Francisco, but at this point the powers seem to be staying and my brain hasn't shut off thanks to a massive drain. Go. Me.

Thank God for Spiderwoman.

Are there any tattoo artists here or does anyone know one? I've been thinking for awhile about getting a tattoo; either the Grey Wardens symbol or mt family's crest. I'm leaning more towards the Wardens though.

I must say that it feels awkward dreaming about pursuing someone that isn't my significant other. i don't very much care for the similarities between my dreams and real life, though.

People disapproving of me; hell, they even gossip behind my back. Although, it's not because of my sexuality...it's mainly due to where I am from. Still, at least, the Inquisitor seems to support my choice to assist the cause. That good-looking bastard...treating me better than most have in my 'life.'

Speaking of the Inquisitor, due to circumstances, I told him about the tension between myself and my father; the man tried to change me using blood magic. All this was brought on when the man tried to get me to unknowingly meet up with him. At least, the Inquisitor was honest with me and helped keep me calm when I just wanted to give my father some choice words.

The Inquisitor seems to be a man after my own heart.

Today I've done what most young things these days call 'adulting,' which include: paying college tuition for the twins in full, finding a new place that doesn't smell like moldy cheese for my family (minus the uncle who brushes his teeth with cocaine every morning), and buying furniture that is 100% new and has never been contaminated with bed bugs to furnish this aforementioned new abode.

We even got housewarming flowers? Or something. Well, more for my mother. Apparently she has a suitor who I've yet to meet who the fuck even is this man but he sent her an impressive white lily arrangement? I don't know what to think about this. She's my mother, she obviously doesn't have to answer to me but I would still like to know who this bloody bloke is. Apparently she met him online, so if any of you fuckers darling people would like to admit to wooing Leandra Hawke, we'll need to sit down and talk so I can threaten the safety of your balls.

My dreams just keep getting better. There was this big battle against an army of Darkspawn. Really nasty creatures that want to kill us all and blight the land. And we lost. But we got rescued by a witch who made her daughter Morrigan go with us when we left to...save the world somehow, I'm sure. Our first stop was this little village named Lothering where we met a rather lovely red-head and freed a Qunari from a cage.

Those poor people though. They were right in the way of the Darkspawn army and they don't really stand a chance.

We set out for a place called Redcliff to try to drum up our own army when I woke up.

To find a gigantic Mabari war hound sleeping at the foot of my bed, and my staff leaning against the wall.

Do these things just happen and Alistair why didn't you warn me!

It's rather exciting mind you.

I think I'll call him Barkspawn.

Somehow I ended up owning a coffee shop in these dreams. Looks like my dreamself has given up on teaching.

Alright, perhaps I shall resign myself to accepting this dream nonsense as being more than nonsense. I had believed the first dream I had was little more than a strange commentary upon my life, twisted by my unconscious mind from that whole incident with the fog. Alas it seems it was not simply commentary but an actual dream of another life, as a second dream has confirmed.

I lived with my mother in a place known as the Korcari Wilds in a place called Ferelden. Apparently I am a mage as in this new dream, my powers manifested themselves, much to my mother's delight t'would seem. Her reaction to my powers was disquieting.

I ordered Valentine's treats for my dogs.

What has my life come to?

Because of a certain "Princess" I now get to spend my Saturday morning on a weird dream obsessed social network? This is supposed to be my dads job not mine.

Well well, what have we here? A social networking site? How truly novel! I suppose tis an appropriate method of communication at times.

I am Morrigan, lest I forget my manners before continuing further, and I am an herbalist. I care little for much interaction with others outside of my work, though it would seem this place is lovely for when I do not wish to physically be around others.

That should suffice for an introduction.

Hypothetical question.

If you wake up from one of those dreams, sneeze and happen to blow a hole in the wall between your bedroom and bathroom, what do you file that under on the contents insurance?

Public announcement: you too can find an abundance of riches if you're willing to stay several weeks underground, inside Dark Spawn infested tunnels, and if you can tolerate being back-stabbed by a dwarf who fits in your arsehole and attempts to leave you for dead, you have it made.

Then there's the part where by the time we resurface, my brother is making strides to become a bloody Templar and no, that doesn't hurt my mage-feelings, why would it? spoiled little prat

I now have a fancy red robe with the family crest on it. I'll wear it anywhere I please, thank you, even at grocery stores and coffee shops. It'll give me the illusion that I'm as wealthy as I've come to be in these blasted dreams. Perhaps I'll have better luck literally digging for treasure? Or stealing someone's gold tooth like someone I know.

The good news is that our apartment is back to normal. The bad news: there are gremlins in it.

Gremlins.

If it's not one thing, its another with this place.

I'm running under the assumption that it is okay for ravens to pick at a gremlin corpse and have it for breakfast, because that has been the reality of my morning.

All this is silly, and the solution is clearly slaughter. I think one of them tried to eat Schmooples II.

My mother made it home for Christmas! She said she just had the urge to come to California!

I have not been this happy in ages!!

There's a glorious, glorious man I met in the dreams last night. Could perhaps benefit from a nose job, he's not all that tall (he's a dwarf), but he can probably talk me out of my own pants and has chest hair so majestically curly I can't take my eyes off it. I'm sure the phrase 'my eyes are up here' applies to him in this situation. He's also the only person I know who names his crossbow and treats it like a lover, but alright.

I've also paid off my servitude after a year for gaining entrance in that charming shithole of a city, and apparently am making strides to get on board with an expedition that takes you underground for treasure. Assuming we don't get killed by dark spawn things and ogres before we get to the loot.

Oh, and get this. One item I get from that wretched place: a cheese wheel caked in a year's worth of mold. No, really. It's a legitimate thing that stayed in a corner of my Uncle's dirt cave for an entire year. I swear it's alive.

Just in time for the holidays. I'm so blessed.

So apparently I have the week off for Thanksgiving courtesy of Stark Industries. Kind of weird, going to a new job for two weeks then getting a week off.

As much as I would like to stay at home and read a newly acquired book, I've been told I need go out and "experience the city".

So, Social Network, what the hell is there around here for fun?

When you meet someone who turns you into a complete blubbering idiot, and you marry them, and they still turn you into a complete blubbering idiot.

After a month of not dreaming it seems as though they are back. I was beginning to think I actually died.

It seems as though the Rosewood police have failed once again. This time with identifying a dead body. I'm not even sure I believe who they are saying the girl is this time around.

It's 1:30 am and I'm wide awake because of the noise I heard across the hall. I'm pretty sure the neighbor who lives in that apartment is certifiable. I came home with dinner Friday night and she was out in the hall. I don't know what she was doing out there, but she was babbling about Friday the 13th and the fact that there as a new moon and how doom would follow or something. The new moon was the 11th.

I couldn't get in my apartment fast enough. This place keeps getting weirder. Is this normal?

I decided to go to The Grove today to do a little shopping and it turned out to be their Christmas tree lighting celebration. It was a nice surprise and very fun. Seth MacFarlane was the MC and there were musical performances and snow and of course Santa before they lit the tree. I'm glad that I decided to go today.

On another note, I got a gift from the dreams this morning. It was the Montilyet Family Crest, which is actually a model of a ship with the crest on top. It's interesting and I'm not entirely sure where to put it, but I'd like to show it off somewhere. I'll have to see where it looks best.

Oh nice, just what I wanted, dreams. The dreams or whatever, thought it'd be nice to send me my dead brother's, in the dreams, armor. Yeah, we recovered it when we went back to Ostagar in the dreams after the massacre and gave Cailan a proper burial, but did I really need to get it here? And why now? I had that dream ages ago. I guess this will just go in my closet next to my Warden armor.

So a little update on the dream front. I'm no longer working for a criminal organization. After my boss stabbed me with his poison hook and then was subsequently defeated by Straw Hat Luffy, Straw Hat saved me and I more or less invited myself onto his crew. He of course had no problems with it, but the rest of the crew was suspicious of me. They, of course have good reason. I was their enemy until just a few days prior. Convincing them to let me stay was surprisingly easy, however. All I had to do was buy off the Navigator with a small bag of jewels I'd taken with me from Baroque Works and charm the Doctor and the Long Nosed Sharpshooter. The Cook...well, all I had to do was be a girl, apparently. He practically fell all over himself to bring me coffee and some cakes.

The Swordsman is another story. He isn't nearly as easy to persuade. He follows his captain's orders, but I can tell he doesn't trust me. He's a tough one to crack.

At any rate, we've come to port called Mock Town and have heard stories about a fascinating place called Sky Island. It, just like its name implies, is in the sky!! Our adventure seeking captain wants nothing more than to go there. While we were in town and Straw Hat, Miss Navigator and the Swordsman were looking for more information (and apparently getting beaten up for some reason), I was able to find a map of the island. It's real! Oh, I can't wait to go there!

Moving from a very large home to a small studio/efficiency apartment is gonna take a lot of adjusting.

At least, I didn't really have a lot of stuff to move.

And it's time to start looking at jobs that don't require my degree...beggars can't be choosers, right? perhaps I will apply at the men's clothing store that one model posted about

Change can be good...

So. Aliens. That's a thing that happens.

Like my dreaming wasn't getting complicated enough, I had to turn into the token damsel between feuding aliens. I feel like if I say it enough, I might start to believe it.

I better not lose my hair from this stupid blast of whatever that was.

Apparently, to make up for turning me into a damsel I get a cat. Who is evil, I think. But still. Cat. At least it's someone to go home to

You ever look at something that happened in your dreams and wonder how it came to that?

Got a new suit in today. I don't look half bad, I don't think.

Of course, I had to kill a rambling faceless Michael Myers-esque thing on the way home from getting it, but I think I managed not to get any schmutz on me.

So I heard something on the radio the other day, a new study of sorts (it lasted two bloody years!), with the results indicating that over 60% of the women surveyed watch porn and of that percentage, 66% are watching it alone - as in, for their own enjoyment, and don't really care to use it to figure out what their partner likes or wants in bed. Mostly just using it as a 'quick road to orgasm' so I say, good on you, ladies.

Most also tend to view it on their Smartphones which I wasn't so sure about but I guess it leaves one hand free, so there you go.

I'm Isabela. I thought talking about porn was a good way to make a splash. Isn't it always?

I think I can admit I'm one of those dreamers people keep talking about. I'm the last of a clan of witches, apparently. One-half of the balance between light and dark. A job I enjoy entirely too much. Something about punishing all those naughty little angels....

I'm not sure why I'd need to divulge any personal information on here as people seem to be doing.

But in any case this seems like a very avid and reliable source of communication, especially if there is an emergency. Speaking of which, Hello, my name is Cullen and I'll be the new acting Captain of the county's fire department.

Please feel free to contact me for an emergency of any kind that does not involve rescuing cats from trees.

I understand that this is the place to come for networking and fun?

That awfully awkward and mildly morbid moment when you've woken up to a longbow you picked up from your ex-lover's dead body in these damned silly little dreams. I suppose every girl could use a souvenir from a relationship gone horribly wrong? Is there any formal etiquette that gives you a guideline to what to do with it? Aside from actually using it, anyway, or hanging it up like a prop above your mantle.

Or allowing your pet to gnaw on it, as Schmooples found that to be socially acceptable.


( Private to Isabela )

I have never taken as much time off of work as I have in the last couple of months. My inner workaholic is losing his mind. It's a wonder that anyone ever manages to get hold a job in this county, with the random truth spells and body swapping and whatnot.

I also have a newfound appreciation for just how annoying catcallers are.

Call me crazy, but I enjoy the preparation for a job interview. I like spending the time picking out my interview outfit; after all, first impressions are the ones that really matter, so I need to make sure I pick the right outfit. I'm contemplating buying something new for this interview though. New shoes for sure. A woman can never have too many pairs of shoes after all.

Oh and I'm Josephine Montilyet. Found this place while doing more research on the company I'm interviewing for.

Alistair! May I bring this set piece home after we are done with it? I think it will make your living room look fantastic.

A very important question has recently crossed my mind, and I just can't help but ask: What do people without cats do with the extra tuna juice when they eat canned tuna?

( Alistair )

And I'm off the market. Giving my next interview is going to be fun.

Well, the one upside to the Blight, I suppose, is that it stopped the Templars for coming after me for a year. Nothing like sweet, sweet freedom in a country ravaged by Darkspawn. Woo.

That being said, I'm not sure if demons or darkspawn would win in an "Ugliest species of Thedas" competition, but I'm leaning toward darkspawn. Ugly brutes, aren't they? (I guess the majority if you can't actually answer that. The answer is "Yes, Anders. Extremely. And smelly, too.")

Seriously. Can these dreams just stop already? I'm sure they're interfering with my usual dreams about beautiful people, cats (of the non-demon variety, thankyouverymuch), and pie.