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I think I've hit the end. I haven't had a dream for awhile, and then there they are, back again, and it's reached an end. All those things that we've done have come around full circle. I'm not going to spoil it here for a few of you, but what a ride.

Well, apparently I'm receiving random gifts now. Like the necklace from my dreams Stefan gave me...


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( Dear Diary )

Another dream. I guess at least I got to see a comet.

And here I make my first post on this cesspool of a website as a married man. Quite exciting, no? Thanks to those who came out to the Roger and surrounding private beach last night - we didn't finish our raucous until the wee morning hours, in fact. It was nice to see friends and family who were both here already and those who returned to celebrate with us. The pictures are still a work in progress but I'll show one of the unprofessional variety.

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I'm either quite glad to be married or out of the ceremony clothes, or my bum just got grabbed again.

But at any rate, Regina and I will leave for our honeymoon in a week or so. When we return, I'd like to get cracking with a new temporary assistant at JR Investigations, so, if you're interested in PI work give me a shout. Perhaps if things work out it can become permanent - business is booming, after all.

( Elena's Diary: First Diary Entry (Private to Elena Only) )


Irony be thy name. You end up dreaming of a version of yourself or something and her parents are dead too. I guess I'm always meant to lose them...in any life or whatever.

Well, O.C. I am officially back in town.

Today has been a very lazy day for me. I figured that I deserved a lazy day since I've been studying for upcoming finals like crazy. At least it will all be over soon, then it'll be time for break and I'm actually looking forward to a summer doing a lot of nothing.

My dreams have been a sporadic as of late, nothing really noteworthy to mention on that front, however I did receive two gifts recently. My forehead protector and the robe I began wearing after I joined the Akatsuki. Otherwise, as I said before, nothing really noteworthy has happened in them. Here's to hoping that lasts.

I know I'm not far in the dreams, but you think by now I'd learn not to trust people so easily.

Life in Mystic Falls definitely keeps you on your toes. My relationships are definitely a little bit more on the crazy side there, but then again... Better not go there.

Getting closer to the end of the semester! That's an upside, right? I am up to my ears in papers. Guess I'll be hiding at the library again! Sleep, what sleep? If it keeps me from dreaming, I guess the papers are a perk!

That awkward moment when your engagement ring from the dreams shows up, but you think your boyfriend is proposing.

Kol and I are going to be parents!

Great, so I'm surrounded by a bunch of superheros with strange names in my dream.. Fun.

With all the helping pack and move and unpack, I completely forgot it was April Fool's Day yesterday! Did anyone do any good pranks? Or like, have good pranks done on them? I'm sad I missed it. It's such a fun holiday when it's done right!

Ugh, finals week. I really need to spend more time studying.

On the bright side once it's over I'm on spring break! But no road trip like I originally planned instead I'll be spending the week packing my things... I have too much crap.

Soooo if anyone wants to hang out these next two weeks you'll have to either help me study or pack. (Please help with both :D) Thanks!

So, I should stop saying out loud that it's been a while since I've had a dream, shouldn't I? I finally had another one, definitely left me in a bad mood, which means... distractions! Anyone want to go to the movies?

I've lost my memory in my Dreams. It's strange because I can remember it here, but not there. Dream Me was so frustrated about not remembering, falling for Elena all over again, before she told me she was with Damon... I burned all my journals. I wish I'd left them be. I would like to read them again. Maybe someday.

I found a doll sitting on my coffee table this morning. A dirty, shabby looking doll with this ratty dress and button eyes. I'm assuming it came from my dreams considering the creep factor. What am I supposed to do with a doll?

Heartbreak and magic certainly make an interesting combination. Feels like that's not only what sets things in motion in my Dreams, but keeps them going.

Okay seriously this is getting ridiculous. What sort of sick freak knocks someone out and leaves a threatening note in their teeth!? Ugh! I had to do personal oral surgery this morning and that was not easy or fun.

I want to apologize to everyone who got caught out in the fog during the last week of January. I know some really bad things were out in it. It was a dream thing and it was my fault.

I'm really sorry.

For some reason there is an abandoned factory or warehouse in the middle of the forest in my dreams. Just hanging out, no big thing. And surprisingly, there wasn't some ax wielding masked murderer inside looking to chop my head off. Instead there were these flying things. Again, I know they're called "hummers", just like I knew what the sniffer dogs were called, even though I haven't heard anyone call them that - not that there's anyone around to call them that. Hummer is kind of a stupid name since they don't hum. They buzz like flies. But they do look like a weird cross between a hummingbird and a bat.

They're obnoxious and they dive at me, but they aren't as nasty as the sniffer dogs. Oh, but don't worry, they're here too. I'm getting really good at swinging this pipe around and killing these things. Yay. Good for me.

And I was kind of wrong about there not being anyone around. I came across this guy sitting in front of a huge boulder. Just chilling. If he noticed the dogs and the bat-things, he didn't seem frightened of them and they didn't seem to want to bother him. Just me. Awesome.

The guy gave me a little bit of history about the rock he was sitting in front of, but honestly, I don't remember anything about it. Then he started talking about this weird cult in the area and that he was doing research on it, or something. I don't think this guy is quite right.

New year, new round of weird dreams.

That hole in my bathroom got bigger after Cynthia died. You'd think after that entire experience I'd stay out of it. Nope! I crawl through it again. Instead of going back to the abandoned subway, I wake up lying in the middle of this random walking path in some Forrest somewhere.

At least I'm outside now, but it doesn't seem as if I can leave the forest. There are chainlink fences all over the place. I don't know if their there to keep me in or other things out.

I'm trying to be in the spirit for Grams, but it's just really hard this year.

What I really want for Christmas is way more complicated than any gift card.

I've been tasked with putting together a Christmas music list for our house this Christmas.

I need some recommendations of Christmas music to play while we decorate and open presents and whatever else.

(See, Caroline? I am taking this seriously.)

So magical comas are apparently a thing.

But hey, at least the dreams left me alone until I was done with finals. Three whole weeks without classes to worry about! I’m so celebrating tonight.

I don't want to Dream anymore.

So, more dream stuff. Yay.

That tunnel I was crawling through, I don’t really know what was at the end of it. The next thing I’m aware of I’m sitting on this ridiculously long escalator going down and I have no idea how I got there. I don’t even remember crawling out of the tunnel and there’s no sign of it anywhere either. Even if there was, I don’t think I’d be able to tell. There’s literally nothing on either side of the escalator, except Advanced Darkness. I can’t see shit except what’s in front of me on the escalator. Its like I’m in some kind of surreal post-modern painting.

I get to the bottom of the painfully slow escalator and find myself in an abandoned subway station, only its not supposed to be abandoned. It’s the same station that’s outside my apartment in South Ashfield. I could literally see it from my window. But there’s no one around except this woman named Cynthia.

She is under the impression that she’s dreaming and that I’m a figment of her imagination. Any attempts to tell her otherwise…well, I pretty much fail at trying to tell her otherwise. But she doesn’t seem to mind my fumbling attempts and heavily implies she’ll repay me with some kind of sexual favor if I get her out of there.

Classy. But she thinks she’s in a dream, so maybe she’s a little more adventurous when sleeping? I don’t know. What I do know is that I go along with her because being with an adventures woman who is convinced she’s dreaming is preferred over being alone.

Well, that's one way of waking up from a nap. I think I tried to write a diary entry onto my homework in my sleep.

Guess I'm not the odd duck out anymore. Starting a post with, "I had a dream..." didn't really seem that appropriate. Or called for. But, I had one? That's left me all weird.

And here comes the Christmas music.

I've been dreaming of an apartment. It's apparently important. I dreamed of moving there. I dreamed of living there. No big deal. Pretty normal.

Last week though I dreamed about the apartment and...it was different. It was red. Like rusted up or maybe someone had slaughtered something in it. None of my furniture was where it was supposed to be. A credenza I had in the corner had been shoved over and a record player was where my TV used to be. It was like I was dreaming about a dream about the apartment.

Then this thing crawled out of the wall by the credenza. I would call it a monster, except it was human shaped. Bald, naked and zombie like. It crawled out of my wall and then crawled across the floor towards me, reaching out to grab hold of me and moaning. I can still hear it.

Then last night I dreamed I was trapped in the apartment. It was my apartment...well, the same one I'd been dreaming about before, except the door is chained shut. Not like your usual security chain, like someone actually chained it up from the inside.

I can't get out. I can't get out of the apartment. I've been trapped there for a week. And I don't think anyone has even noticed I'm gone.

Soooooooo~

Should I be worried that at the tender age of nine I am a career criminal? It's for the good of a nation. But I'm shockingly good at outsmarting grown men. Hmm. Should worry about the army's training program.

In other news; my bestie Tifa is having a Halloween party are her place and I'm in charge of party games! What're the best Hallloween party games? Ideas people pleeeeeease!

I forgot how much fun carving pumpkins is. Good way to get out some aggression, too.

So yesterday during a lull my shift at my day job one of the girls who mans the front desk and handles all the appointments asks me if when I wash my hands, if I wet them first before lathering with soap. Then instead of waiting to hear my answer, launches into this diatribe about how she'd been a nursing assistant or something during college and how not wetting your hands before lathering actually keeps your hands dirty. Then after I assured her that yes, I do wet my hands first, told me to pass along the advice and walked off.

That's usually how all of my interactions with my colleagues are. Only not usually about handwashing procedure.

Also...I've had two dreams in a row about an apartment that is mine, but not mine. I have no idea if that's a Thing or not, but I thought I'd mention it.

Oh, good. I was beginning to worry that I'd wake up with maleparts forevermore. That's an experience I don't care to participate in ever again, but does free will really exist here, in its entirety?

Neal, we need to swap clothes. Again.

I feel like I'm drowning in an avalanche of homework. The St Bernard with the little barrel around his neck is going to come by I just know it.

How's everyone else's school year going so far?

I watched the sun rise. I hate not being able to sleep. At least Purgatory was packed.

Moving in with some friends on October 1. I would say I have a ton of packing to do, but... well, I don't have a whole lot of stuff to begin with. Even though I've been amassing a bit more than when I came home from overseas...

More Dreams, though. I'm starting to get used to them. Is that a bit scary?

It feels good to be back at work with helping and healing people.

Contractors will begin the work on Purgatory on Monday. Enzo and I are looking to open the club on Labor Day Weekend.

If anyone is looking for work, we will need waitstaff, bartenders, cooks, a dj or two, security, an events planner, promotions manager, etc. Ads are being placed as well. Let me know if anyone is interested. Interviews will be the second week of August, and training will start the third week.

Anyone out there know anything about replacing windows? I was looking it up on-line to see if I could do it myself and I think I'll need help. I can fix most of the other damage on my own, I think.

The cons of living in a beach house when there is a storm. At least we weren't in the house during the storm. Grateful to my sisters for letting us come hide out at the house.

Well, Gram's back to as normal as she's going to get going through chemo. The attack of the giant spider didn't help, but she's calmed down some.

Me? Not so much.

Hope everyone enjoyed the 4th!

Now that I am done celebrating America I'm off to Europe. Well technically I leave tomorrow but close enough. I've never been before, anyone have places they recommend?

[Filter to friends]
Well I tried the whole relationship thing. That was a fail. Remind me to never do that again. Thanks!

What the hell? Can't a girl get her beauty sleep? Fuck you, fire crackers.

In the Dreams last night, Setsuna came back from Heaven all depressed. He wouldn't talk about it, but I figure his little girlfriend dumped him or something when he went up to rescue her. Leave it to Setsu to get all bent out of shape the over some flatchested little girlie. Oh, and I guess he got a bunch of people killed, but whatever. Either way, kid needs to learn how to let shit go. Being the good friends we are, Kira and I busted down his door and in order to cheer him up, threw him in a fountain.

And then the fucking turdmonkey pulled me in after him. He didn't pull in Kira, the fucking bastard.

Anywhatzit, I woke up fucking drenched this morning. These dreams can be a real pain in the ass sometimes.

Next up on The Mighty Katou's Epic Afterlife Adventure: Me, Kira and Setsuna are going up to Heaven to rescue some peeps and fuck up some Heavenly Army Ass. Whoda thought someone like me would go to Heaven someday. .... Then again, given some of the angels I've met, you ain't gotta be no fucking saint to be there.

So, my brother will be pleased. I finally started dreaming about Mystic Falls.

Two days until my birthday.

I expect a few new bottles arriving that day.

25 again. 25 Forever. I could reuse last years candles, and I can use the same ones next year.

I accidentally brushed against someone at the mall today and I saw something...
The giant spider. I predicted this. How?

Filtered to Caroline and Elena

I feel like I'm going crazy.

My dreams suck - hahahah Yay vampire humor.

So, I killed another bad guy, only to find out that he put a spell on my girl, who suddenly turned into sleeping beauty. Her life is tethered to one of her best friend's. As long as her best friend lives, she sleeps. Oh, and she took the cure for vampirism and became human before that. My grand plan was to join her in this humanity - which I don't think would work - and then spend a normal life with her.

Yeah, the hits just keep right on coming. Over and over and over.

End Rant.

At least school is out for summer.

I can't believe they expected me to throw myself on a pyre because my husband died. Thank God I am as much of a rebel then as I am now. Why would I ever do that? I have a child!

Besides, life is so vast. I don't want to waste a moment and I certainly don't want to die.

Am I the only one that didn't realize finals start this weekend?

I can't even remember the last time I went to a class. Yeah I'm screwed. What happened to my life?