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You know being 16 wasn’t so bad. The first time around anyway.

[Nine]
So - you free tonight? I was thinking we could go out. Get a break from your place for a few hours.

I do enjoy the project of a new to me bike. Paired with the sheer number of pies I'm baking and harvest dishes at the Cafe, I'm happily busy, busy, busy. I do love harvest time, some of the comfort foods are the best.

Though, this week, I'm happier getting my hands dirty on the bike.

Training course + not really awake Sigrun = Broken Nose.

Ouch. I should have had that third cup of coffee.

Dreams...

I feel like I slept, but I look like shit. I know what I'm doing now. I'm going to war in a Spitfire. I've got my boys with me and we are heading to Dunkirk ealy in WWII. The Axis has the British and French trapped on the beach, and they are trying to evacuate, but they are sitting ducks, so here we come to save the day. I'm not Mighty Mouse, but I'm good in a plane. Oh, and while I did take a hit that killed my fuel gage, I'm still in the air, ready to defend. Let me see, will I crash in the ocean or sacrifice myself? This is entirely possible.

I'm ready for another round, and maybe a drink.

Gee, thanks Network, I really wanted a smelly sand beast to remind me of all the abuse I endured when I was stuck on that trash planet.

What am I supposed to do with it?

( Cut for picture of cute baby bantha - aka smelly sand beast )

You know what helps clear the head? A two hundred mile motorcycle ride.

From the first, I had known that Temeraire's divine wind - his roar, which has, in the past, broken up air ships built by the French which had been carried over by dragons - was devastating, but I'm afraid that I didn't know entirely how devastating until last night.

An entire French frigate, 44 guns, swallowed by the sea. All hands on still on deck; not a soul could be saved. I'm afraid I dreamed of far too many lost lives last night, on both sides. Morgan was still just a boy.

I'm pleased to announce that I got my wand from my Dreams! I spent most of the day attempting to do dishes by magic, though I think I ended up with more broken plates than clean ones.

And I accidentally turned my favourite mug into a mouse. I managed to turn it back though. Mostly.

Finally had a long overdue meeting with the head of the history department yesterday morning. My “extended vacation” has come to an end and I’ll be back teaching at UC:Irvine this September.

Defending the county and waiting for the next shoe to drop has been fun and all, but I'm really looking forward to getting back in a classroom.

I went back to the gym. With all the OC weirdness, which was actually a lot of fun this go round, I need to get back into shape. I'm gonna have to push my knee a lot, but I've got to do it. It might be easier said than done. If anyone wants to train with me, come on and let's do it.

Crazy idea. We've got a lot of fighters and stuff on here right?

What if we had some kind of tournament?

I promise I'm still here. Even if I don't feel comfortable in the city anymore. For a period of time I got to help people, do plenty of dangerous things, and get myself into trouble. Now I'm not connected to the people I know very well, and I'm sure it's my own fault, and I just want to move to the middle of nowhere. Sometimes I wish I knew how to reconnect. I miss being involved in things.

Also had another dream which may be making me feel like I really am out of place.

Dreams, dreams, and more dreams. Isn't that how this place goes? I do wonder what is going to happen next. I'm vaguely curious. I want to know, how deep in this battle do I get? Do I get to fly a helicopter again? These are the things I inquire about.

Anyone have a truck and is willing to help me go to a lumber yard to buy particle boards so I can board up the consequences of my actions?

Please, I don't want to freeze.

The problems of my previous dreams- namely, how to separate Temeraire and I so the Chinese can whisk him away back to China - seem to be resolved: I will be accompanying Temeraire to China. I cannot say it sits right with me, being taken out of the front lines of one of the deadliest wars in all of history for more than a year (as I must. A one way journey to China, especially on a ship built like the Allegiance, will take upwards of six months, with favourable weather the whole time. We can hardly expect to be so fortuitous), but Temeraire has proven himself vital to the war efforts, and more important still to my dreamself as a companion and a confidante, and so every effort must be made to keep him British. Perhaps I should not be so anxious, however; if history holds true, there will still be eight years of fighting after our return assuming that we're both permitted to return.

If only our diplomat, a Mr. Arthur Hammond, felt the same way in regards to Temeraire. No, he seems keen on allowing the Chinese embassy to do what the will, damn the consequences. We have only just begun our journey to China, and relations are already strained between the British and the Chinese. I can only hope that in the next six months, no one lights a match to this powder keg though I can hardly expect such good luck.

Oh, Dreams, keep on being fun, yeah? This life I lead is incredibly fascinating. The Dreams just make it more so.

Dear Fuckwits:

I asked for teddy bears. I want my arm back. The other robot one, from Earth.

Insincerely yours,

Anakin


Ahsoka is this evil? [ Picture of newly received mechno-no arm ] How do I get this off? I've tried carbide tools AND NONE OF THEM EVEN SCRATCHED THE METAL.

Made it through a week of work. Once I got into the swing of things it seemed it be better.

Now I suppose I should call in my pool and drinks invite to reward myself for not just selling the cafe and running away. Right?

So now I know. I had a vague dream about this, but the second night they fleshed out. I was born in 1920-ish, and my dad was a pilot in the Royal Air Force. He was killed in combat, but he taught me about planes and aviation, a lot like my reality, just years earlier. I also ended up joining the Royal Air Force, and it looks like I am close to World War II.

I'm a pilot - who would have thought. I actually want to know what's going to happen in these dreams though.

Walked into the Cafe today totally intending to get back to it. Had a random panic attack that came out of nowhere because clearly "normal" is too weird after a few weeks on a mountain alone.

I need a new life. Can I start over?

So is this where everyone comes to let out their feelings? I approve!

Time for some fucking alcohol

And the animosity between myself and Jack finally boiled over in the dreams. Have to say, two powerful biotics fighting onboard a space ship isn't the best idea, but she started it by charging into my office, screaming at me and started throwing my furniture at me. Shepard managed to intervene before Jack and I killed each other or punched a hole in the hull of the Normandy.

Can I go back to just being a thief and an escort? Before all the dreams, the powers, the heartbreaks, the skin? That'd be nice.

Edit: I mean it goes without saying but this thread isn't at all safe for work.

Well, those gigantic orc buggers found their way over to the docks and that was amusing. That wood wasn't made to handle big muscled men like that.

I watched them from my little speedboat and thought to myself 'well, we're fucked, might as well enjoy it!'

Actually pretty sad all my new playthings have either been killed or sent back wherever they came from. They were fun, and I won't be walking straight for at least a month.

I just spent the afternoon tossing Orcs around. Not only do I have super strength, but I recently found out that I'm literally invincible! So I figured I could help a little. Oh my god, it was exhilarating! I just wish I had my Supergirl costume. Then I'd feel more like a superhero.

Moved into a bigger place so my pup can run around in the yard. ( He's loving it. )

It occurred to me. I'm such an idiot. Here I am, with a robotic prosthetic arm, and I'm doing nothing but learning how to use it, or get used to it. Depends on which physical therapist I see during my session... Or what I remember from session.

The point is, I should be doing more with it.

New plan: installing motion activated, audio chips that play machine and hydraulic noises when I move my arm and the joints of my hand.

Best plan, I've already thought it out. It's gonna work. My coworkers will love me!

Are there any particularly talented healers on this thing?

Day off was spent in training. Eight hours of it. Tried to catch a nap, caught a Dream instead. Fuck you too, Dream. I was actually tired.

I need to rehab my knee. I don't just want to do the therapy once in awhile. That doesn't do much for it. I really need to work on it. Does anyone have any ideas that are low intensity, high impact?

The children in gas masks were back. If they weren't so creepy I'd feel sorry for it. I did feel sorry for it. At least the Doctor and Jack were there...made it a little less creepy.

Don't worry, it wasn't really a little kid with a gas mask. It was some type of alien robot. Nano genes I think? They were just trying to help but got the wrong information.

For something that started as a scary movie, it turned out to be a happy ending. Everyone lived and the Doctor danced! It was fantastic!

As it turns out, explaining to your colleagues, most of whom are medical professionals, why you were experiencing the symptoms of dream-induced hypothermia is exactly as complicated as one would expect.

And that's not even considering the memories that came with it.

I think I'm gonna head north again for a few days. This place and I are... fuck it. whatever. no one gives a shit

Are you kidding me. I've gone dreamless for months and now dreams? Fuck you, OC.

Oh. Look at that. A lovely gift from my dreams, a delightful double headed axe. How pretty.

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So, of course since my last dream was fun and exciting musical at a bowling alley something bad had to happen in this dream.

My boyfriend died while serving overseas. The Vietnam War truly was a mistake, but of course no one knows that back in the 60's - I will also admit that I cried over it when I woke up. It hurts feeling that much heart break in a dream.

The next night I dreamed of myself running off to New York to see my brother before I go to college and wow, does he have an interesting group of friends. It's like a bohemian colony in this apartment with 5 people in there and they're all so creatively talented. Jude is there too.... I'm curious what's going to happen - there's nothing holding my dream!self back from him now.

Vegas, Baby!

There are those trips that I love. I get to go to Vegas, stay a couple nights, then fly my group home again.

Cards and dice are what's on the menu.

I love early morning flights that have been delayed. I could have slept in, but no such luck there. What they don't know is how many things I had to readjust because their dog-sitter was late. A had to resubmit a flight plan for their dog-sitter. It's going to be that kind of day.

It feels as though it has been a long time since I was last here in California, though I suppose it has been less than a year. Even so, I see lots of new faces on this network and not too many familiar ones so it would only be right for me to introduce myself again.

I am Captain William Laurence of Her Majesty's Royal British Navy, working in California as a Liaison Officer with the U.S. Navy. I am pleased to make your acquaintance.

Hey, remember when I was tiny?( [cut for picture] )

Valentines day can jump straight off a cliff.

Does someone what to explain the last few days to me? Those weren't just earthquakes, or weird feathers, or a falling egg. I'm confused, and I'm not even drunk.

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.

Hazards of working this week in the middle east: how did i get sand in my canteen? seriously how did that even happen?

This is pretty amazing.

I've heard this was the place to meet people. It's probably better than the online dating sites that I am not into. Everyone is about as plastic as they can be, and I'm just not looking like that.

Anyway, I'm Nathan, and I spend a lot of time flying. I fly charter jets, so if you are in need of a sweet ride -

That sounds very wrong. Can we try this again?

Nathan, pilot, former 101st Airborne. It's nice to meet you.