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This is a callout post for T'Challa.

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Pretty sure bikini season is over for me forever. But then so are the dreams. Or at least I think they are. I hope they are

Hypothetical question. Say something from the dreams got loose, something that isn't supposed to be here. Something some people might consider a monster. Who would you call about that?

Seriously, has anyone seen a steno running around? It's kind of a cross between a cat and a dog. Except bigger, uglier, hairless.

Second question. Anyone have a cage I can borrow? A big one.

I may have overdone it with the Thin Mints this year. There's still a few hundred boxes in my office.

I can't decide if that's a win or a loss.

I had the strangest dream. My mother and father were there, and my sister, Lila. We lived in this little village called Poteidaia. It was beautiful, peaceful, but I wasn't happy there.

There's something going around. It might be some kind of virus, or magic, I don't know yet, but it's making people fall in love. With each other. Themselves. Objects. Pets. Celebrities.

Pretty much anything they're looking at.

It's like Cupid run amok.

Well with the sun back in place thank goodness, besides the random snow (?) in 80* weather, things appear back to as normal as they get here. Also for concerns about the water, rest assured it has been tested and shows no signs of contamination or poison and is again drinkable/useable.

I adopted a dog, and I'm going to train it to be a service dog for myself. So far, things are going well in the training department. But we've got a long road ahead of us. Especially when he sits there and does things like this.

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I have a new cookie recipe thanks to the Dreams but I don’t think I’m ever going to use it. It’s just not my thing. Here at least. DreamJess is getting ready for Sam to come home when their friend Brody shows up, and despite being dressed for bed she lets him in to hang out for a while. I’ve just given up on understanding the decisions she makes.

I'm not entirely certain who to direct this to, but I received an item from my dreams that needs to be kept from falling into the wrong hands. Is there something in place for items of power like this to be protected? I will also say that it's not a weapon and it's not dangerous.

Know what's worse than being the sudden focus of an obviously bullshit tabloid story? Having said tabloid story brought to your attention by your own students.

Fortunately said students have enough brains in their skulls to know a bullshit story when they read one. Not that that stopped them from spending nearly the entirety of the class laughing and coming up with some (admittedly clever) barbs in my direction.

I'm just hoping the department head has as many brains, not to mention the university board...

...though, all that being said, I choose to take the compliment about my ass for what it is.

Well, start a new set of dreams yet again and somehow St. Cyr is even worse than he's been in the previous four sets. That's just....

So to distract myself from that, I decided to look up potential shows that are coming up to audition for and fell down the rabbit hole of YouTube with the actors who 'originated' both Percy and Chauvelin in the musical version/first set of dreams. It was...definitely an experience.

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Part of me is actually ashamed of myself for not recognizing this before because of Terrence Mann and I should know this as I declared him my voice husband when I was 8, plus the fact I've seen Doug Sills in other shows. However, mostly I just think I'll never be able to look at Chauvelin the same again.

Half the Agency just broke into Let It Snow.

I hate this time of year.



Jemma

Have you had anything weird happen over there?

All checked in and through security, now it's waiting until the plane boards. Kind of strange to realise I haven't been back to England since I first moved here almost three years ago.

Hopefully the labs won't be destroyed in the next two weeks while Cosima and I are out of town.

[Bucky/Clara/Natasha/Twelve]
Obviously if an emergency comes up, I will find a way back. I just really hope it doesn't come to that, we deserve a bloody break

Opening weekend a success besides Armand punching Percy, though I'm fairly certain this is the first time I've seen a few people go for a standing ovation before the end of the first act. Still weird to be acting out my first set of dreams nightly, sometimes twice a day in the span of two and a half hours, though I doubt it will ever not be weird, at least not by the time we wrap production on the 24th. C'est la vie. Such is the life in Orange County.

So, this is where there are supposedly answers about

You know, despite being in the area for a few years now since grad school, I'm surprised it took me this long to hear about this website. So besides all this dream talk, what else do people discuss on here?

You know, kind of thinking I might lose my girlfriend in a bookstore if I'm not careful.

So what's this place like for Halloween? Big parties? Real ghosts that seem to walk around?

I think my dreams are running with the seasons. First I had a dream I saw the end of the world from the year 5 billion. The last had aliens that appeared like ghosts and brought the dead back to life. Scary movie plots if I ever heard em.

With Halloween coming up, I think we all need to be just a teensy bit wary.

Haven't had a year go by in a long time that didn't have some kind of thing happening. There's a reason I don't wear costumes any more.

Clint

Its been awhile, we should get lunch. Among other things.

Did I ever show you my nuclear submarine?

That moment you get to a call back, only to realize that you are auditioning for the part of yourself in the stage version of your life, or well, dreams. Only in Orange County.

Anyone on here have any sort of sway with local law enforcement? There’s a police officer interrogating my boyfriend Penny about his stab wound and we can’t really tell them “It happened in his Dreams and crossed over to here” and not have them think it’s a lie or that one or both of us are insane. Or on some type of drug.

I’m pretty sure they thought I’d done it since there was no one else in the apartment and no evidence of forced entry. Thank God I was on that early morning flight back home when it happened otherwise I’d probably be sitting in an interrogation room instead of the hospital waiting room.

If people want to walk into my lab making absurd claims, they better be able to provide me with peer reviewed scholarly sources when challenged or be prepared to do actual research and then write me an essay on why they're wrong.

Bloody hell. I even tried to given them a way out by offering that they may be conflating issues. But no.

I really wish I could take the week off and spend it on the beach.

But I probably should get back to work, considering how much time I spent in London. The state of my desk is a total disaster.

It's almost adorable that Chauvelin seems to think that the Pimpernel will turn himself in if I were to ask in order to save my life as my execution date has been set. Let alone that he thinks I'd actually ask such a thing, especially after I already claimed to be the Scarlet Pimpernel during a Revolutionary Tribunal so that the real Pimpernel could continue his work.

Dieu.

At any rate, we're in the last leg for Bandstand. Eight performances in four days and with it being Los Angeles Fleet Week now, all performances are free for active and former military.

And there's the catch of my dreams. Being a P.O.W. is not fun, let me tell you.

» as much as I appreciate I can count on you to get evil Gods out of my head
» I'm almost sure it could've been done without causing the concussion

» admit it, you just wanted to hit me.
» hard.

This is going to get so very bad

If anyone saw that meteorite fall earlier, I believe it has a direct correlation with the dead rising. These things are from my dream world, and I'm afraid this is only the beginning. I expect demons and maybe demon lords to come eventually. At the very least, I am expecting Diablo himself to show up.

What all of you need to know is that these things are dangerous, but they can die just like anything else. Weapons of any sort, magic, they will all hurt them and kill them. For those who don't know me, my name is Li-Ming, and I am so sorry my nightmares are spilling over into this world. I don't know how or when the bigger demons will show up, I just know they will. Stay on alert and it is best to not travel alone. These things can show up in hordes without much notice, and they are very dangerous.

Obviously to be be in control, Hydra has to have a complete disregard for science and history and facts. Between that and people suddenly alive who should be dead and before we lose anyone el all based off of memories and being coded as 1s and 0s, I will be quite happy to get out of this bloody Framework world. It's just convincing the rest of the team that they belong in the real world.

I refuse to believe Fitz is this horrible just because I'm not in his life, there has to be something else

Well, my dreams progressed a bit, and I'm fighting on the European front. Not the safest place, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Fighting Nazis is fighting Nazis regardless of where it's being done.

Does anyone know if the dreams stop if we leave the network? I'm willing to try it, if so. I refuse to be held hostage by another version of myself's shitty life anymore.

Three for three now where my brother's life is leveraged against me so that I am to learn the identity of the Scarlet Pimpernel. No matter the differences between the dreams, some things remain annoyingly predictable.

It would be nice if those who supposedly know me so well would know that there are reasons I am taking a particular position with the latest shake up of hierarchy instead of assuming it's for personal reasons or that I am blind to what is going on. Most people do not take a position with the acronym S.A.D.I.S.T. for fun. I get the work we do, but after this long and everything else I have been trusted with before, it's rather insulting to be questioned on said reasoning.

Doing performances in Orange County will never be dull, that much is certain. What with the sounds and lights going out and now having the theatre invaded by.... Star Wars? Because of course it is.

Pretty sure I just found a lightsaber to defend the

It's been a long night in the office, I'll tell you that much. If anyone finds themselves in possession of any unusual tech (weapons, armor, etc.) please turn it in to the Agency for study.

I'm really beginning to hate this time of year.

Waking up to find out that I left the stove on last night? Lovely way to start the morning and proof that I should not be allowed to cook after rehearsals. At least the flame was still blue? Between that and a bottle of stress relieve body lotion falling and breaking, I really hope that it is not a sign of how this day is going to go.

So it'd seem this is where you can meet people? Kind of a lame dating service, if you ask me. Name's James Barnes, but I go by Bucky. Kind of new to the west coast, but I'm kinda digging the vibe here.

I'm down to my last case of Thin Mints.

Is it just me, or does Girl Scout Cookie Season end too soon?

When did it become March?
How long was I

Because one never knows what you may find on the network, I am in search of scientific journal or article recommendations if anyone has some. Preferably from the past month or so.


[Martha and the Doctor]
Thank you.

I wasn't certain at first, but it seems I am having those Dreams people here sometimes talk about.

Apparently my father belonged to a secret brotherhood known as the Assassin Order. He's training my brother and I in the Creed. Or, well, mostly me. My brother seems to prefer wasting his time elsewhere, but me? I am focused and embracing the Creed fully. Also apparently I'm living in the Victorian era, which is really ironic because I've always felt like I was born in the wrong era here.

Bloody hell. Wake up from a coma after a few weeks, and the superheroes have had yet another bloody civil war. I swear.


[Cosima and Martha]
Well. I did survive in my dreams, but that was because I was made into a Deathlok. I have a recording and data files about the program so there might be something, though it was used as a last resort.

What should a man do if he knows he doesn't deserve the life he's been given?

30 weeks today, which means this pregnancy is so close to being over. I'm thrilled. Don't get me wrong, it's not completely horrible, but I can't wait to be back to a normal size and not wobbling around every where.

And since this slipped my brain thanks to the baby - I wanted to let everyone know that Steve and I are engaged. Nothing has really been planned yet due to the pregnancy, but you never know what could happen when I'm sitting around on maternity leave or if I get stuck on bed rest. But it's at least a good start to a new year that will be full of life changes.

New year, new set of dreams which admittedly is not all that surprising since I came back. I must say though, Armand will never let me hear the end of it if he were to learn he's the older sibling in this set, or that he sent me to a convent for schooling.

Though meeting Thomas Jefferson in the dreams will make conversations interesting given the mythos around him here.

Had a great trip back home to see the folks. You know, I haven't been gone for all that long, just what? 8 months since I moved out here? Jesus, it seems like a lot longer than that. Still, it was good to see my parents and my aunt again and a few of my old friends.

Still, kinda nice to be back.

Tonight, more than ever, I wish I could get drunk. I'm honestly dumbstruck at how this has all played out, what it could or will mean for my child, and for all of us in general. What the hell America?

Wow. I can't believe today marks 20 weeks and the halfway point through my pregnancy. That's insane to me.

But on the plus side, we figured out that we are having a little GIRL.

Baby Freedom will have her father wrapped around her finger in no time and learn to kick arse like her mum. I'm just thrilled to know because my parents have been bothering me for ages wanting to know and it makes it easier to buy things. Plus, ya know, horrible with surprises.

I feel a lot like I just fell off the train again I haven't slept in days. Who knew taking a baby around for Halloween would be so exhausting? Viv was a beautiful little bee. I can't complain about her at all. I'm just apparently a lot easier to run down than I expected to be on a happy holiday.

My question now is: if I'm this tired after a day of Halloween parties, what is Christmas going to feel like?

So it seems the dreams have returned once again. Finally some more forward momentum in this new timeline.

The Sokovia Accords have split the Avengers severely, while my dream self seems largely unconcerned about this. My sole focus seems to be to avenge my father's death by getting to Bucky before the rest of them do. While that has failed so far, it seems I've aligned myself with Tony Stark's side of the conflict (despite the fact they temporarily took my Panther suit; thank goodness for diplomatic immunity) if nothing more than as a means to an end.

Now it seems we are in a bit of a brawl at an airport tarmac and I'm finding that I'm fighting Steve Captain America. This is a severe deviation from my other timeline dreams where I was on his side against the Accords (called by a different name).

The only moment of levity seems to have been when Ms. Romanov stopped me at my vehicle when I was about to depart the facility (prior to the airport fight) and one of my Dora Milaje threatened her.

"Move, or be moved." Now that would have been an interesting fight.