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Figures they'd let me out of the hospital just in time for the heat wave. I'm almost glad they're shipping me off somewhere else soon enough.

Maybe I should have done something about the heat today.

Has everyone heard about the rhino poachers that were eaten by lions in Africa? Now that's what I call karma. Honestly, does anyone feel bad for these guys? I certainly don't. Far as I'm concerned, they got what they deserved.

Guess it's about time I jump on the bandwagon and update y'all on my dreams:

So me and the rat (the talking Raccoon) go to save Peter from Ego, who is a livin' planet and happens to be his father (don't ask, it's a long story I ain't tellin'). After doin' a stupid amount of space jumps, and gettin' into the fray with Ego, it finally looks like we might have a shot at endin' the guy.

'cept our ship blew up in the fight between us and the stupid Sovereign ships that decided to show up. I ain't got no jet pack so I use my Yaka arrow to descend. Cuz y'know, I don't want to exactly fall to my death a couple hundred feet up.

Then Quill (Peter) starts laughin' at me, says I look like Mary Poppins.

Alien me doesn't know who that is.

So I go, "Is he cool?" to which Peter says, "Yeah." And I decided to announce to the goddamn world "I'M MARY POPPINS, Y'ALL."

Yep. Dammit Peter

I'm dreaming these dreams a lot now and it feels like I'm some kind of horror movie. I dreamed that a hole opened up in my bathroom in my apartment. I was pretty desperate to get out, so I crawled through it and the next thing I know I was sitting on this wicked long escalator going down into what I think is subway station. It's completely abandoned except for this woman named Cynthia. She thinks we're in a dream. Her dream. She asks me to help her find the exit and I agree, but before we go even four feet she get's sick and goes into the bathroom. She never comes out and then I'm attacked by these...things. I don't know what they are. They're kind of a cross between a dog and a big cat of some kind with these super long barbed tongues. I kill them with a lead pipe and look for Cynthia, but I can't find her. I do find another hole that takes me back to my apartment. Then Cynthia calls me demanding to know why I left and says if I need tokens she has them.

What the actual hell is going on?!

Despite my year residence in the area, I still cannot understand why everything is so dirty. It's as if people are content with "clean enough". Surely if we spend the same amount of time paying attention to our cleanliness as we do to celebrity gossip, sports, and movies, we would be in a much better situation.

I JUST SAW A MOUSE IN MY APARTMENT

Christ, getting shot is exhausting. Don't put that on your to do list.

Goddamn. What day is it? I'm serious.

Looks like Terran alcohol might take longer to get me drunk off my ass but the hangover's worse than those 700 space jumps we did in the dreams. And that shit was real bad.

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.

So glad this baby came in time for this latest round of target practice. I mean, the old one got fixed just fine, but this fin, gotta admit it's got flair to it.

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Now at least I can kick some orc ass with style.

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

Well look at that. I killed me a giant ass wolf and a sabre tooth in whatever the hell realm that was. Took some of their teeth for souvenirs and they came back with me! Now I just gotta figure out what to make with these things.

[OOC EDIT: I CLEARLY DID NOT READ THE WIKI CLOSE ENOUGH AND DIDN'T REALIZE DINOS WERE EXTINCT IN THIS ERA AND IT WAS ALL BIG MAMMALS. OOPS. I'M RETCONNING HIS POST AND COMMENTS TO SABRETOOTH CATS ETC.]

Well, damn. Got a new dream and boy is it a doozy.

Taserface tossed me and Rocket into the brig after this blue chick convinced him we were more valuable alive considerin' we had large bounties on our heads. Spent about five seconds feeling sorry for myself 'fore Rocket tells me Quill is with Ego. Well I can't have that, considerin' I know what Ego really wants from him. So we hatch a plan to bust out.

Only...we gotta rely on the twig (literally a tiny talkin', walkin' little tree thing) to get my other fin as the one on my noggin' is currently busted. Stupid little guy kept bringin' the wrong stuff like he don't understand a damn thing we're sayin'. I can't even say some of the things he found that weren't my fin. Finally Kraglin, my former crewmate, rolls up with my fin and blubbers some apology about how he didn't mean to start a mutiny. Yeah, well, stupid is as stupid does. Still, I ain't about to kill the only member of my crew left that actually gives a damn about me.

So out we go, struttin' out of the jail cell and down the corridors of my ship and I whistle the hell outta my Yaka arrow. I take out every single one of those bastards. I don't even need to see 'em to get 'em. It was a damned fine light show! I saved the best trick for last: I blew up half my ship - with Taserface in it.

Karma's a bitch, you dumb, ugly bastard.

I will never try that peep joustin' thing again. I'm gonna have nightmares of that sound now. How was I supposed to know them dang things was alive?

Kept the rest as is and now they're chirpin' and bouncin' about. Cute little buggers.

On another note, anybody else seen those nasty bunnies around? The kind that'll tear your face off if you so much as look at 'em?

All right dreams, enough's enough. My backyard and now my front yard is full of pieces of my ship. Looks like a damn junk yard.

I got cited an' need to clean this up. Anyone interested in figurin' out how to assemble this jigsaw puzzle? Preferably someplace else?

Part of why I left Australia was for work, but the other part of it is just how damn creepy kangaroos really can be. Proof of that can be found here. They will just stand there, looking in windows for hours, watching people. And it’s disturbing. Also this happens a lot more with them than the nature documentaries probably want people to think.

(OOC: Second link is slightly nsfw so please be careful when clicking)

So I forgot to share with y'all that I found out what happened next after half my crew was about to mutiny. Someone blasted me from behind and shot out the fin in my head, which is why I woke up with it a while back all busted.

Well, in the dreams when I woke up, I was tied to a chair in my own ship and the half of my crew that turned against me decided to start executin' those who were still loyal to me. By sendin' em out of an airlock into space. Wasn't nothin' I could do about it but watch and feel sorry for myself I'd gotten my crew into this mess. All cuz I was soft on Quill.

Shittiest feeling in the world, watching good men die and being too broken to do much about it. I swear if Taserface were here right now, I wouldn't hesitate to beat the hell outta him and then put him full 'a holes with my Yaka arrow. Makes my blood boil that dumbass took over my crew and did what he done to 'em.

Well. I can add puddles to the list of things I will never look at the same way ever again. Just when I think I've seen everything in my dreams, something new comes along.

Woke up with the world's worst headache. Sure as hell didn't drink that much last night. Found out my fin was all blown up to hell like in the dreams I just got. 'Course I also find out my arrow decided to show up after all the nonsense of the past couple days. I can't use the damn thing now with this fin all busted.

For crap's sake, can this place cut me a damn break?


Also...anyone know how to fix futuristic alien tech?

So uh, anyone happen to see a flyin' arrow anywhere? I was out tryin' to collect a bounty and the damn thing just took off on its own accord. Wouldn't respond to any whistles of mine. Seemed to leave a trail of pink too instead of red, which is strange as hell.

Guess I'm callin' it quits early today.

But if anyone sees it lemme know.

Well it looks like it's that time of the month for dreams posts and such. Been a while for myself, actually.

Looks like after Quill and his crew pulled a fast one on us with that Infinity Stone, me and the boys went our own way and steered clear of the Guardians. Back to thievin' and all that. We were on some R&R planet where I ran into Stakar, the man that saved my life and let me become a Ravager. Turns out I'm still banished cuz of my deal with Ego, deliverin' all his bastard kids from the four corners of the galaxy.Quill was one of 'em, but I just couldn't Jackass had the nerve to tell me I wasn't gettin' no honors at my funeral the way Ravagers get 'em, just cuz he thought what I had done broke the Code. Screw him. I didn't break no code.

Then some golden gal rolls up on us and offers a bounty on the Guardians. Well I ain't about to say no to a million credits, plus I know exactly where they're at cuz I put a tracker on their ship after the war on Xandar. 'cept when we get there, that damn rat raccoon set up all kinds of booby traps and kicked the collective asses of half my men. 'course I hung back with the smarter portion of my crew till we could get to that talkin' rodent ourselves. Wasn't so cocky once I had my Yaka arrow pointed at his head. I end up decidin' not to turn the Guardians over and instead sell the batteries the raccoon stole from the golden chick. Next thing I know my crew gets all uppity and is ready to straight up mutiny.

I don't know what's gonna happen next. All I know is I got some dumb shits on my crew who can't do math and I got "Southern Nights" stuck in my head.

I need a damn vacation from this place. Goin' all Last Days an' stuff on us. I'm gettin' too old for this.

You'd think I'd bitch about turning back into my blue alien self on New Year's but nah. Can't complain.

So. This is the site where people come to talk about what their dreams mean. Dreams don't mean anything. They're caused by high activity of the brain during REM sleep.

But I guess Jim is tired of hearing about mine, so he directed me here. My name's Leonard and I'm having strange dreams. I guess this is the part where you all stand up and chant 'Hi, Leonard'.

I dunno what the hell's up with this place, but I'm thankin' my lucky stars (literally) for this. Few days ago I woke up one mornin' and saw I was human again. No more blue, no need for the image thingie. I keep waking up afraid it'll be gone, but so far so good. Nice being back in my old skin again.

I ain't no meteorologist, but I'm fairly certain it ain't normal for it to snow in California. Certainly not for a week.

Funny thing is, this damn near feels normal considering all the crap this place has put us through past couple months.

Okay, that's the last time I have jalapeno vodka before bed. I'm done. Whatever the hell THAT nightmare was, it won't stop coming back to me. Kind of like how the spicy thai place down the road 'repeats' on me.

Hey, it's Sunday Night at 10pm, what better thing do you have to do than come to a bar?

The answer is nothing, that's what. Nope, I don't want to hear it. Even if you're already at a bar, just get a cab and come to mine. No excuse is worth missing half priced shots of Patron. Oh, are you hungry? Get yourself some chicken wings while you're at it. Shoot some pool. Get a beer, get five and let me call you a cab.

I don't know what we're celebrating yet, but it's a party so come on down. Right, you probably need a name to plug into your google maps. It's called The Inferno, but please don't literally set it on fire. The local Fire Chief probably frowns on that.

Well, that was definitely the weirdest Halloween I ever had. And here I thought I'd just sit on the front porch an' let those trick or treaters think my Ravager getup was a costume. Instead I spent the better part of that evenin' whistling arrows through the heads of some crazy lookin' beasts.

This keeps up I'm gonna need a serious vacation from this place.

Well lucky me, been getting the same dreams for the past few weeks now. Figured if everyone else is posting about theirs, might as well myself.

Looks like that Orb that Quill stole from me had quite the fancy stone in it. Something called an Infinity Stone that could cause all kinds of destruction. Not that dream me cared it seemed. I only went along with that boy's plan to kick Ronan's ass and save the galaxy so I could get the stone in the end and sell it for a lot of money. Still not likin' the part where I beat the hell outta that boy and nearly killed

Fast forward through a pretty epic battle with our Ravager ships and Ronan's Sakaaran army and I'm askin' for that stone like it's no big deal, even after the light show that helped destroy that blue bastard.

Dream me ain't right in the head.

Glad Quill pulled an old trick on me and swapped out the orbs. Left me with a nice little vintage Troll doll. Well played, kid.

Dammit! Somethin' screwy's goin' on today with my arrow, and now seeing all your posts I got confirmation that it ain't just me. Damn near got myself killed - normally that thing comes back to me straight away like a faithful dog, only, this time it nearly got me in my leg. That's on top of it missin' nearly EVERY target I whistled it to. I bet if I threw the damn thing it'd probably manage to come flyin' back at my head.

Knock it off Orange County, you're makin' me look like a damned fool.

Well, at least I get to practice using my Yaka arrow again. Startin' to feel a little like the dreams takin' down a bunch of armored soldiers all at once.

Gotta admit though...I kinda miss my crew and knowin' I got people who got my back nearby. Weird since y'know, they're just dreams and all.

After returning from Prague very recently (and overcoming the jet lag - well, I am still in the process of that, actually!) I highly recommend the city for a visit. Brilliant architecture, good beer, and hearty duck dishes - they do consume a lot of duck there, sort of matching our love for chicken here. Ah, poultry!

I highly recommend a vacation in general - it had been far too long since I've taken one, personally. Now I've returned to start a new job and can't wait to see what will befall us next in this strange universe of ours.

I am also continuing my admittedly slow-going but worthwhile study of the dreaming phenomenon here - please, if you've noticed anything new, have experienced a particularly intriguing quirk as of late, or simply wish to discuss the phenomenon itself, my internet door is always open.

John Jesus H. Christ on a motherfucking bike, this place is fucked. If I could stop switching places with the dude I share a dreamspace with, that'd be cool. It's awkward as shit. Think of the most awkward thing, tell me what it is, and I will tell you that switching places with someone randomly is even more awkward. Fucker didn't even switch with me to get me to the front of the line at the breakfast place for a damn Eggywich, I ended up in the back of the bar which, actually, tequila at 9:00 am sounds pretty good right now.

There's also this cultist named Andrei Ulmeyda and his fanatic followers ain't above killing each other to get all 12 action figures of him (which appeared this morning in my bedroom). Who the hell would kill someone for an action of figure of some fucker with a fro dressed like an astronaut? Nevermind that he literally exploded in front of me and his blood killed everyone in the vicinity.

At least I got a ring that shoots fire. Shit.

So I got me a bit of a problem.

Those dreams? Great for zombie/demon apocalypses. Not so great for the 9 to 5. Got some dream gear in the process, but I also kinda turned into my dream self, blue skin an' all. I can't chase criminals down like this! Anybody else turn into somethin' not human? I gotta figure out what to do ASAP cuz I really don't feel like raiding the makeup aisle in Walmart.

I haven't had any new dreams in awhile. Is that normal? I mean, how often do people usually dream around here? I really want to know what's going to happen. And I wanna know if I'm gonna get my powers. If I'd already had my powers I could have helped with everything that happened last weekend. I still can't believe there were actual zombies and demons and things. It's something that should happen in a horror movie, not real life.

Well ( looky what the dreams decided to drop off )

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.

Well, shit. There goes my pageant winning smile. Damn dreams.


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Well, shit. Either someone spiked the hell out of my drink or, I dunno what.

I thought all y'all were just a bunch of crazies with all this dream talk. Guess not. Looks like I got some dreams of my own. Some crazy nonsense about being this blue alien - smurf blue, like - and my family sold me to some other race of aliens called the Kree. I was some sorta battle slave I guess, then this dude called Stakar upped and freed me and let me join his gang of thugs. Ravagers they call themselves. Buncha' space pirates. Yep, you read that right. Dang space pirates. I'm on the opposite end of the law on this one, seems. And I do a pretty good trade, for a criminal.

And if that ain't weird enough, Petey boy, you're in this dream too. Seems we kidnapped you as a kid from 'Terra' (Earth).

Well, since my first post on this here thing was more personal than a general hello, let me remedy that by saying 'hi' to all you fine OC folk. You certainly have a weird obsession with dreams on this thing, though. Not sure what that's all about.

Anyhow, name's Yondu.

Quill, boy! I know you on this here message board thing. I sure as hell didn’t fly all the way out to this hippie state for the sunshine. One of the boys back home told me you was out here. I got me a new job as a bounty hunter now so you better reply. Don’t think I can’t track your skinny ass down more than I already have.

Also, since this is a public message board, might as well ask: where's the best bar you people got in this place? I'm talkin' about a real bar. Not some frilly joint that serves overpriced fancy looking artisanal shit. I mean a place that's questionable lookin', where a good 'ole bar fight isn't out of place.