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Does anyone dream about Hell? Like ... literal, demons coming to get you and tear your flesh from your bones Hell? Or am I the only lucky one?

My life was sorely lacking in strangeness before moving back here. Funny how I didn't realize until now, but one can only try so long to ignore the state of things.

Further to it all, I had a dream last night that, compared to everything else currently, was really quite normal.

the fuck is this fucking shit fucking what

shit is insane outside and i don't know what the fuck's happening and someone better fucking have something to say to me soon or i'm going to fucking have something to say to them

I can't be the only one that starts dreading Monday on Sunday night. It is like this rain cloud you know that will follow you around. I have a feeling it will be one of those days already.

I think I'm going insane. I had these dreams, these nightmares, about my mother...and I was so hungry. So fucking hungry. When I woke up I ate almost everything in the house...all the leftover chicken and the butter and the frozen bacon I was saving. Raw. And I still felt hungry afterward, and I threw it all up. I couldn't...I couldn't control myself. I don't know what came over me, it was like my blood was on fire.

I'm not really sick, am I? Like...ebola or anything? I feel so low.

Gotta love Valentine's Day. Domestics go up by double, and I get to take in quadruple the recommended dose of caffeine. Yay! And now I get to file paperwork until I can't see straight.

Anyone want to go get breakfast in oh, four hours?

Anyone want to trade dreams? I only have weird Freudian dreams that are really easy to explain away with my childhood. Which they're about. So, yeah. Nothing important here. Just my asshole of an uncle eating people while skinless. Whoop de doo.

Yes, I have a black eye. No, it doesn't hurt. Yes, it'll go away eventually. Stop asking me questions. Jesus.

I need motherfucking pricks to stop tagging pictures of cats as 'kittens'.

Fucking people know the difference between a cat and a kitten come on people this isn't a fucking game

I like animals I need to know what I'm clicking on

Just found out I'm the new bouncer and part-time bartender at JoeyRays. If you don't know it, it's a cool place run by a cool lady called Kasumi. You should definately drink there.

This looks stupid, but I'm bored at work so... Hello. My name is Tiffany.

The City of Orange is proud to present the first annual Wine Walk through the downtown shopping district. Many of the storefronts will have sales, but I'm sure the main attraction will be the vintages.

Hope to see you there.

Apparently I go by Spider-Woman. In my dreams, I mean. That's a ripoff.

Also, anyone around here named Doctor Strange? That guy needs a better name.

Well, eating two day old pizza before dinner didn't bring on the weird dreams.

Anyone else got ideas?

Hi there. My name is Audrey, and I own and run Baxter Bakery. I've been told this is a good place to meet and talk to people. Having a little bit of trouble sleeping tonight, so I thought I'd pop on.

...but now I'm here... what am I supposed to do? Just... talk about my day?

Does anyone else start thinking "if I fall asleep RIGHT NOW, I can conceivably have X hours of sleep." and then just watch the number X go down the longer you stay awake? That's what I'm going through right now.

Anyway, hi.

Right, so now we're all having weird dreams. That's not ... creepy, or anything at all.

I'm having far too much fun in my pick-up rugby team, I may never leave Irvine.

If anyone wants to join us, by the way, we're a very friendly group of lads. Ladies welcome too, of course. We're not overly competitive, we really just play for a bit of fun over at the Irvine campus, since a few of the boys go to school there.

You know, there's something to be said for getting out and being social. Maybe I shouldn't be a hermit after all.

So, what do you kids do for fun around here?

Okay, so. Valarnet.

Problem with this dream thing that just hit me. Happened to meet the woman of them in the one I had this morning. I mean tall, dark and hot for me. All hands, AND she didn't put up with any of my crap through this whole thing we had, and literally put me through the wall. ...After which point we consummated THAT.


The dream thing brought me this goddess, then it decided it was gonna take her away from me when I had to wake up. Completely, patently unfair or what? Kelly? Callie? Damn, I hope I'm going to see you again.

I'm Giles Babcock, I'm new here I guess. I work security, nights. Going to some free classes at the community college, getting my maths. Already got my English.

I'm from Nevada. I've been travelling for a while, but I'm here now. I'm looking to make friends and stuff, right?

I'm Giles Babcock. Lots of people call me Babcock, but I do have a first name. It's Giles. I don't know why I got that name. I looked it up on the wikipedia, but lots of people have that name. But I liked Giles Corey the best. He was pretty cool. He was a guy who got crushed to death. Maybe I was named for him. I don't know, I never asked her. I should've.

I'm not sure where I began with this, but I'm Giles Babcock, and I'm new here.

He's getting married. Somehow, right in front of me, without me really noticing it, Roy's grown up. It feels a lot of the time like he's still the eleven year old who came to live with me when I had no clue what the fuck I was doing and it showed. I mean, we got through those awkward first couple of years, and middle school and everything, but still. It doesn't seem possible that he's actually seriously going to be somebody's husband. I'm happy for them, oh fuck, I'm really happy for them both, but it's like that thing about time going fast is suddenly true.

And my little sister is eighteen and sleeping on my couch until she figures out her next step. That one is even weirder. I just met her a couple months ago, but she's still my little sister who I should be giving, I don't know, unicorns and riding lessons instead of taking clubbing so I can make sure she's not drinking or getting drugs off somebody.

It's really weird with both of them standing there as real, actual adults with adult type stuff going on, and shows me that I'm...old and washed out and kind of incredibly pathetic. Is this how midlife crisises start? Are you allowed to have one of those at 36?

Or is the last couple of years my midlife crisis? Either way, I suddenly feel really old and off my game and everything else. ...I'm confused.

I've finally been able to cook a little something without burning it and having my children throw up. I count that as a plus.

Most of them were sick this past time, and that was.. something. I haven't ever had a house full of sick people like that before.

It's time for me to go into another job though. Something else to investigate. My last investigation will be on the television soon. I hope everyone enjoys it.

Hockey. Is. Back. Okay, I know I'm a little late but this sickness is still wearing off. It's good to actually have something to watch on tv. I mean what is there on to watch on Tuesdays? Someone needs to remedy this.

So fucking tired. I'm glad my captain let me go home after I passed out face first into my chicken chow mein. Suffocation by crappy Chinese would be the worst way to die. Hey, valarnet. Guess I should say hi. (Happy now, Jones?)