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There really is no feeling quite like watching your dream self make decisions that even she knows are going to come back around to bite her in the ass.

And I thought I made bad decisions.

I’m going out of town next week. I need someone to watch Majy, A-Aron, and L’loyd. Feed them, play with them. You can just stay at my place and I’ll pay you.

Magic. Vampires. Boogymen. Has everyone gone mad? Is there some manner of hallucinogenic in the water that I do not know about? Lord knows I certainly do not drink the stuff, but by the sounds of it I probably should give it a try.

One good thing has come from this madness: I have a few fantastic ideas for theme nights at Lux.

I never thought I’d be saying this but - I miss that feeling of my magic being right THERE for me to pull on. I never used it much, or at least not as much as someone I know - who I am absolutely not laughing at while watching him do dishes by hand for the first time in months - but I still got used to that feeling.

Woke up today an' realized real quick I'm human again. Not sure what happened, and not sure how I feel about it. Got used to bein' blue after 2 years. Hell, even the fin is gone so I can't use my arrow :(

This is the most glorious morning I’ve had in a year and a half.

Woke up to no one’s thoughts or feelings in my head but my own. I can’t sense a single person anywhere. All my powers are gone. Thank fucking god!

I took the day off and I’m going to go back to sleep, then probably play video games the rest of the day.

So last month (I think it was last month...) I posted something about my elderly neighbor who likes to be up sawing and hammering at the ass-crack of dawn and who also likes to stand on his porch at night staring off into space.

Some of you thought I should try talking to the old guy, so I did. Turns out he spent most of his life as a furniture maker in Arizona and, according to him, the only time to get that kind of work done and not roast your ass off is before the sun is up. Also, according to him, the evening is when he "does his thinking". Not entirely sure what that means and he hasn't really expanded on that, but he seems like an ok guy who's a bit homesick. His son moved him out here when his wife died and he's not exactly happy about it.

So, yeah, those of you who said I should talk to him, were pretty on the spot.

Well today is the day I turn the big 5-0. Can't believe it. Where the hell does time go? Seems like yesterday I was knee high to a grasshopper in Alabama.

Also can't believe the three chuckleheads I might as well call sons managed to pull off some of the craziest shit I've seen for a 50th:

[There's a picture of a ramp leading to the front door with birthday decorations on it and an electric scooter for old people at the base full of old home pamphlets, also decked out.]

That was not there yesterday.

I hate you sons of bitches 😂

Today, a man from a generation twice removed from me tried talking to me when I had my headphones on. And then, became upset when I asked him to repeat what he'd said because: I HAD HEADPHONES ON.

It's true having the Force means I could technically understand him if I put in the effort. But why do Boomers not get the concept of headphones?

And I have other questions. ( Cut for length )

I was told you're a psychologist.

I'm very grateful that I did not wake up to an invasion of monsters this year on my birthday.

It's the little things this place makes you grateful for.

With the state of things

Anyone ever go and proactively try to find someone from their Dreams?

Did anyone ever succeed?

I had a suitably epic return in my dreams, following a vision to prevent Ragnarok, the destruction of Asgard.

In other words I kicked the ass of Surtur, the satanic ruler of Muspelheim, which is basically a hellscape, and fought a dragon as I escaped.

Now I've his crown hanging on my wall, since that's the closest thing to a trophy room I have here.

I'm pretty sure that's actually his skull.

Pretend Thor is taking a selfie in front of this hanging on the wall

Guess who has their license again!

The worst part of being an alien is there are less than two alcoholic drinks I can safely drink and forget about anything with too much sugar.

Or vegetable based sauces.

I still have Li's recipes but I'm not exactly a good enough cook to really replicate them.

As evidenced by the charred remains of my stove...

It's definitely been a Mondayish Monday. Only good thing about it is it's nearly over.

Has anyone else had a dream that felt really real? I mean, I guess we all have had those dreams where you wake up and you're not sure if the dream was real life or not, but I mean a dream that's really real?

On a related note, I'm really, really not sure if my dreams know how science works. I'm actually a little disappointed in my subconscious right now.

Have you ever wondered Why is Anakin? Do you find yourself asking Why does Anakin?

Now there's a YouTube playlist.

Maybe I should start considering taking the day after the 4th of July off too. I'm way too hungover for this bullshit.

Why do some people think you can turn over a full formal design in one week? Like, I haven't even measured this woman yet, what makes her think I'll have her dress sketched, approved and made in less than 14 days?

I can't stand listening to the Facebook defenders, so you are my venting platform, even if I've never heard of it before.

Like, really. Do people expect bespoke furniture to be ready in a week? This is what you need to put up with when you want one of a kind.

Hello people of the internet!

My name is Rapunzel and I'm new to this corner of the interwebs. I just recently graduated art school and I'm currently living in Santa Ana while working at an animation studio. I'm also working on illustrating a children's book for someone, which has been a lot of fun!

Not sure what else to say to introduce myself. I like tiny animals, being barefoot in the grass, and trying new food. I'm so excited to meet you all :) And I realize this is way too chipper for a Monday morning, but there's a holiday this week, so it's a short week!

I keep having the same recurring dreams. Not DREAM dreams, just regular neurotic dreams. I have no idea how the actual "speak now or forever hold your peace" thing goes if someone actually objects to a wedding in real life, but that's the part I keep dreaming about. It's always someone who wasn't invited to the wedding. Sometimes it's my parents, sometimes it's Am's deadbeat ex, and a couple of times it's been the girl I had a play wedding with in kindergarten when 1. I had no idea I was gay yet and 2. I was five, and there's no way that was legally binding.

All of them are uninvited and, so, really, they have no say.

I guess, really, I'm just nervous they're going to show up anyway, and try to make a scene. My parents or his ex, I mean. I just need reassurance there really isn't anything they can do if they try.

Well I finally saw my dreamself get the punishment he deserved. He got sentenced to Azkaban after the battle. I hope that he rots there. He deserves it.

I like this bar. I keep being bought fruity drinks. Nobodies judging my fruity drink choices. Never been to a Pride event, and yet here we are. I like it.

Pros to summer: Work is busy, the sun is shining, and there are farmer's markets galore.

Cons: Work is busy, I can't get out to the beach as much as I want, and I barely see the sun these days.

I guess I shouldn't complain and should be grateful for everything I do have.

I just really want to get on that board though, feel the sand in my toes ...

At this rate, it'll be August until I have the time I want.

Good thing I love my work.

There wasn't any way I wasn't going to buy this when I came across it online. I feel it serves as a gracious warning for society.

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Since all the other forums seem to be rather boring, thought I'd check this one out.

Can't believe I haven't heard of it given that I grew up in the area.

So, what exactly is this? Give me the tl;dr version.

Well. It finally happened.

I got a gift from my dreams and what do I get?

A mo'fo Zune.

Yeah. That's right. A Zune.

Apparently dream!me is allll about the vintage-ness of life. I mean, hey, it's pre-loaded and has a million cool old songs (okay like 500 but WHO'S COUNTING?!).

I wonder if this means my next dream gift will be like moon boots or maybe some Chia pet...

Anyways, if you're wondering where I am, I'm trying to ebay myself a Zune charger because the universe has a sense of humour.

This commercial airplane concept is fucking cool, but every time they refer to it as the 'Flying-V' I just think of The Mighty Ducks, and then I hear quacking.

Well I’ve always said that the only way I’ll do a biopic is playing either Lord Byron or Oscar Wilde since I am an enormous fan of both of these men. Both for their work and the fact that they lived their lives exactly they wanted, which is something I aspire to myself as anyone who’s met me can tell you is true. We’re going to start shooting the movie in a couple of months here in California and I’ll be playing the one and only Lord Byron. I do wonder what they’re going to do when it comes to the bear though because that's one of my conditions on the project - the bit with the bear has to be there.

Is it wrong to feel more at home in space than on terra firma? Cuz the more time I spend on the Quadrant the more it feels like home. Even if we ain't goin' nowhere except within this system.

Can someone please explain to me what it is about me that just radiates to complete strangers the desire to hear their unsolicited medical advice? I needed to get out of James' place for a bit, and thought grabbing lunch at my favorite bookstore and cafe would be a nice change of pace since I was hungry. Anyway, after I finished eating I decided to order another coffee and read for a bit since it was nice outside, and the next thing I know some asshole plops down in the chair opposite mine and proceeds to lecture me about how reading is bad for you and destroys the mind. And that there are studies proving this is true. I’ve never seen him before in my life and I’m doing my best to to just try and ignore him, thinking he’s just a harmless old man who thinks he knows everything. Nothing to worry about. Nothing out of the ordinary, happens everyday.

Or at least that’s what I was trying to convince myself of until he reached across the table to take my book and starts talking about how he hates seeing a pretty girl like me destroying her brain by reading things she clearly couldn’t even understand because ‘the female mind can’t grasp scientific topics properly in the first place’ and if I’m so set on ruining mine, because I’d tried to keep reading through his tirade after getting my book back, I should pick something I could actually understand. Like a romance novel.

Nothing against romance novels. They’re fun. I have some next to my bed to read when I can’t sleep. But don’t insult my intelligence by implying that they’re the only kind of books I’m capable of understanding because I’m a woman. And as for not being able to understand Science? I think my calm statement of fact regarding my graduating with honors with a Biology degree stunned him. Well either that or the way I explained not only the book I’d been reading but then was able to cite studies that prove reading actually helps brain strength because it helps to prevent atrophy by keeping the brain active.

I hear so many people complaining about their jobs.....makes me feel so lucky to have my store.

Poll: “A Whole New World” is Disney’s most euphemistic song, Y/N.

Lyrics for consideration:

“I can open your eyes
Take you wonder by wonder
Over sideways and under
On a magic carpet ride”

I played Super Mario Bro 3 last night and I now can't get their little game music out of my head. Nothing seems to work to make it go away.

Who wants to go with me to Vegas this weekend?

New Work asked me to start early by going to the Tribology and Aerospace Applications convention. I got an extra ticket. You get to learn about the amazing advances in aeronautical lubricants, applications, and see on site demonstrations.

Lubricants. Lubricants. Lubricants.

I always wanted to call bullshit on that scene in Jurassic Park where the dinosaur turns the handle for that door because no way could they figure that out. Old Lace has proven me wrong on that. She's started opening the door to my bedroom when I'm not moving fast enough to get her breakfast in the morning and sticking her head in to just...I guess see what's taking me so long?

I'm torn between being proud of her for figuring it out and showing how smart she really is and being annoyed over it because not exactly the wake up I want sometimes. And makes it a little awkward when I've got friends over.

My biggest issue with Mother's Day, and Father's Day while I'm thinking about it, is that people want to use it to pretend that even the most hellish parents are some type of saint and they get offended when you don't want to play along with their delusion about your parents. You had amazing parents? Great. Lucky you. I'm happy for you honestly. And maybe a little jealous My parents? My mother threw me out of the house the day I turned 18 because my father told her she either threw me out or he'd throw both of us out and fire her from his company after freezing all of her assets. So don't expect me to get all warm and loving about them just because society has decided to give them some damn holidays.

Just when I think I've finally gotten used to the way normal everyday life is here in California, minus our regular area apocalypses of course, I find out something new that just has me wondering what the hell is actually going on out here. My roommate and I were feeling a bit too lazy to cook tonight so decided to go online and see if there were any new restaurants added to the list that deliver to our complex. And there's a Sno-Cone place that delivers here. In what universe do you need to have a Sno-Cone delivered to your house? Wouldn't it be practically melted by the time it got to you anyway?

Old job done. New job starts in two weeks.

Biggest test of my life starts now: staying out of trouble for two weeks.

Okay what the hell are these things?? Wierdest, loudest damn creatures I ever seen. And I thought Rocket was bad.

First there were a bunch in the yard that Kraglin chased off and then I get to my ship and they're freakin' everywhere! They're makin' nests IN my ship!

I JUST FINISHED PUTTIN' HER TOGETHER.

I thought the dreams had stopped since I haven't had any in a long while, but then I was hit with a week's worth of them. I don't know which is worse...a straight week of them or getting them here and there.

[Derek]
You are the biggest jackass ever in my dreams.

Why did that git have to show up in my Dreams? I should probably be glad that my Dreams are coming in a more linear fashion than my roommate’s did. I have at least a bit more context for what’s going on in them, and that’s a relief. This time I met another person with magic who actually lived near my family, and he finally told me what I was - a witch. I should probably be glad that my Dreamself finally has a word to explain all of the weirdness happening around her when she gets upset, but here I’m just disappointed. I’d already figured that out. I was hoping to learn something new when I got the next Dream because there was such a gap following the last one.

[Screened Away From Minors]

I never realized how many quotes, songs, and things are taken completely out of context for weddings until I started looking up things for my own wedding. Today I saw a wine glass with an Oscar Wilde quote. "Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling".

I get that they probably were talking about getting on one knee and proposing.

But I'm 110% positive that was not what Oscar was referring to.

Just a general PSA to everyone on here who frequents Disney. Just because you see your favorite character’s last guest is finished with their photo session and has left the area - doesn’t mean you just run up there - You need to wait for their handler to call for the next guest and then come up.

Sometimes the character is going on break or they just need a minute. Or the handler isn’t expecting you and thinks you might be a threat. And since they are responsible for their character friends safety...you could end up getting hurt.

I really wish I could have gotten a chance to fight that dragon. Maybe next time one shows up. Because there's probably going to be a next time. I should probably start practicing more ranged combat.

Uh... if you aren't already in work today and your destination is Stark Tower? No. Turn around. Do not approach.

A Dragon is literally camping on my bedroom as we speak. He didn't even take me to dinner first, just- boom, hi, dragon claws. Pretty sure my suits are all on fire right now.

We're not friends. He broke all my nice things.

Welp.

If all these losers are telling the truth, the end is nigh and all that crap.

Eff hoarding or stocking up on stuff. I'm going to take up juggling. That way, when we're rebuilding our society, I can perform tricks for food. Screw foraging! Who has time for that? Not me!

Or maybe I'll learn how to milk a cow. That's a good skill to have, right?

Wow, Orange County, you're already going crazy again, aren't you? On my way to train today I came across *THREE* people with doomsday signs and they were all wearing the same clothes. What the hell, is this some kind of doomsday cult?

Look, the world can't end yet, I have stuff to do.

Like fix the pipes in my apartment. Because yeah... waterbending in your house is a bad idea.

OKay...

But why not just buy the donut truck?