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FUCK ME, my dream self is a fucking idiot, fuck him, fuck everything.

How's the magical tattoo removal business around here? I can't wait for the drunk Russian asshole in my dreams to take care of this shit for me. I'm getting shit all out of order, I dreamt about getting this stupid fucking tattoo a few months ago and I'm only just now fucking getting it. I hate this place.

It was only a matter of time, I suppose, from how people talk here before it started. I woke up this morning with a dream. One of those your life is different dreams. This is the third one I've had in as many days, and I didn't know what to expect first, so I kept my mouth shut, but... here I am.

I have been dreaming of being ten instead of sixteen, and of being recruited by a wizard to become the champion of magic. Which is freaky, and really kind of odd. Who recruits a ten-year-old to become a superhero, even if they get to transform into an adult body when they are being super? That takes some seriously weird vibes right there.

But young me loves the life and fights all kinds of weird bad guys. It's a little creepy, and cheesy, too. But also fun, in a way.

Dream holidays are so different. Here we are in summer but in my dreams, it's been Thanksgiving, which Jesse and her family came to visit me. Kinda wish she was here in the real world, would make going through these dreams a little easier. Since no one dreams the same as me apparently.

Anyways, it's Christmas now and the girls and I are out having a nice time raising money for rent because you know the starving artist and all that crap and what happens? We get robbed by Santa.

My dreams suck...

Important question. What's your favorite beer?

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.

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).

A new set of dreams suck. This time we escaped that crazy haunted house. Had to crash through a window to do it. Apparently, it's Thanksgiving now. I went to visit dad in jail. That is not a fun feeling to do. And what's less fun is waking up with cuts and bruises from jumping through a window.

These dreams are trying to kill me. If this keeps up, I might just join the club Clint was mentioning the other night.

As I see a lot of us are dreaming again, I feel a bit out of place now. I haven't had dreams in months, and it's become frustrating. Two sets of dreams, both poised at a precipice of unfolding events, and yet...nothing new has come. At the least it would be nice to know how the multiverse came back into being as if nothing had happened. I know I grabbed the Reality Gem and returned to Wakanda the moment everything had started in our original timeline (only this time, no parallel earth was trying to crash into ours) but that is where the dreams ended. I highly doubt that my dream self was capable of resetting the multiverse simply by holding onto the Reality Gem.

As for the other set of dreams, well, I suppose I must now rule my people as King, while protecting Barnes and Rogers until a cure can be found for the former's brainwashing.

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.

There's some weird kind of whiplash that goes along with shifting gears so extremely when it comes to dream settings. I mean, I go from Bed-Stu to ... Middle of Nowhere, Secret Base, SHIELD. Like... just three seconds to catch up would be good.

Also, can someone explain to me why I'm constantly having my mind screwed around with in these damn dreams?

I call bullshit!

You know, finding an abandoned carnival on Halloween is so cliche. But when crazy shit starts to happen... Like zombies of everyone you loved who dies start coming up out the ground, it's natural to get driven into a mental break down. Not to mention dream friends know who I really am. And sucks I can't do a fucking thing to help us because I don't have the power boosters.

But you know what really sucks.. What really killed me... Peter.... Seeing Peter as a fucking zombie, telling me. no calling me a monster. because deep down, he's right. I'm a monster. It's my fault he died... And I'll never forgive myself for that...

not in my dreams and not here for running Peter away.

I don't understand this, but there is a movie poster with me on it.

In addition, when I went to research this, apparently a trailer premiered tonight about said movie about me...

I've been willing to concede that this existence might be part of an infinite number of parallel worlds, but I had not considered this outcome. I'm not quite sure how to process this.



[OOC: Poor T'Challa has just been canon punctured! XD]

So... Dream dad turned himself in to protect me, which doesn't make me feel too great at the moment. Aside from this, I end up taking a job at a fast food place which sucks, I ended up going to Murdock for help. And apparently, now it's Halloween in my dreams.

Crazy.

I usually run an easy 5 miles in the morning, and there is a new family moving in on the normal run. This morning, the guy was standing out there in a wifebeater tank and boxers, looking like he'd been stomped on and he's yelling at some neighbors dog. Great. It's a porchdick.

Can someone who understands fashion better than me tell me why male rompers are a thing? Or why anyone would want to wear one that looks like a pizza? Or a pineapple?

Someone explain to me how dream-Clint gets all the whack jobs, even when he's not on a damn team. Clowns man. Clowns.

I'm so fully and totally over this bullshit. And it always seems to include Barney. I'm considering ex-communicating him just in case.

Seriously. Clowns!

And just to top it off, I wake up completely deaf with a dog licking my damn face. Fun times.

So, not sure who this Richard Reed is, but seems like a cool kid. He managed to fix my bracelet when it went all crazy. Downside? Ended up using one of my power ups when Frank sent some psycho named Kraven after me as well as fighting him next. Also dream dad is pretty badass and stupid at the same time. he jumped off a building knowing I would save like. Wh does that?!

I want one of those lightsabers. Please tell me that someone has picked one up.

I'd buy it from you if you have one to spare.

.....

I see Star Wars outside my window... Not sure if this is awesome or not.. I'm gonna go with Awesome...

OH! I wonder if the Force is with me!!

Yeah, so I woke up in space in my Dreams. In space. On a ship. With some guy I followed home from a club. I guess he's an alien?

I had no idea I was so skanky

My dreams continue to get more interesting and absurd at the same time. Lily now knows my secret. She somehow knew it all along and instead of killing her as I had Angelique, we had sex. Then for whatever strange reason, we decided to don completely white ensembles and dance around my ballroom. We were interrupted by Victor, who did not seem too pleased that Lily and I were together and when she revealed that she knew what she was, to him, he shot her, despite knowing it likely wouldn't kill her. He then shot me and seemed extremely shocked when I didn't die. After Victor left, Lily and I proceeded to continue dancing around and bleeding all over the place.

I'll admit, I feel bad for Victor. He is clearly in love with Lily and was quite distraught at seeing us together.

I have SHIELD after me. I deserve it, but first I have to catch the people responsible.

Jumping out of an airplane is not something I recommend, even with a healing factor.

So Gabby and I took a ship to Madripoor, but the captain sold us out. She was also transporting children. I captured the ship and made sure the children were safe, before I continued to Madripoor. She was lucky I didn't gut her.

But I woke up when I was captured by the last person I wanted to see.

After weeks of dreaming about this power booster device, it has finally bleed through!! This makes me so happy!

Good evening, Valarnet!

Upon attempting to contact our old apartment manager for a reference, I found that my brother and I have apparently been blacklisted at what seems to be all complexes in and around Irvine. I was wondering if anyone here knows of any Dreamer-friendly complexes in or around there? We have no problem replacing or fixing things that are accidentally blown up by Dream bombs damaged due to the events here in the OC. Any and all suggestions and recommendations would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks!

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Goddammit Frank!! Frank dream you is a really fucking asshole and is getting on my last nerve!!!

Anyways with tat said, new dreams came in. Aunt May is awesome for an old lady.. Found out who's controlling the animals. Some hunter named Kraven, who of course was hired by Castle to attack me, just so the stalker can sit at a house roof across my dads and try to catch me unmasked and exposed. Luckily my power up device was malfunctioning..

Still.. Frank you owe me drinks if I'm going to be dreaming about you constantly trying to kick my ass!

I swear these dreams get crazier and crazier by the minute.... Now my dream dads house is over run by snakes and when i tried to escape Im face to face with a panther and an orangutan!

Like seriously, what the hell dreams....

This may be showing my age, or reluctance to deal with certain popular apps, but I have finally given in and started using Spotify.

I may never get anything accomplished again. There's simply too much music I like. I've already created twenty playlists.

I am so hung over... an bruised to no end.....

You know that feeling in the back of your throat... like it's sore or dry... and you just know that a sickness is coming on? Some kind of horrible head cold that'll probably knock you on your ass for several days to a week or so?

Fuck my life.

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

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

Ever stare so long at a computer screen that when you close you're eyes you're still seeing it?

After having repeating dreams I finally get new ones... Not sure if it's a good thing. Just me telling dream dad I don't have my abilities, and thinking I should give up on being Spider- Gwen. Even dream me is lost

If the weather could get nice again so I can go surfing, that'd be great. I feel like I haven't gone surfing in months, but I think it was just after New Year's. After the snow melted.

Also, am I crazy for wanting more dreams? I'm pretty sure I am, but with the way my last dreams ended, I kind of need to know what happens and I haven't had any for a few months.

Guess who gets to go home today!! This gal!

So... My Valentine's Day was going amazing... Spent the morning with the bestie doing a girls brunch. Than that afternoon I treated myself to spa and ice cream. And where did my night end? In the freaking hospital, because some asshole was robbing a jewelry store and stupid me forgetting I don't have my abilities anymore, tried to stop him....

Happy freaking Valentine's day to me....

Tomorrow is Valentines Day, anyone up to doing something?

You know what sucks... Waking up black and blue because the cruises from your dreams decide to bleed through, all thanks to Castle. Fyi Frank, your guy needs a new hobby lol. But least I had a power charger with me so once I took it, I was able to punch him through a glass display window with one hit... In front of my dream friends though...

Next thing I know, I wake up in my room at my dream dads house.

These dreams are going to cause me to drink....

I'm extremely grateful for Joe, for letting me crash at his place this past weekend. A break from the dreams is just what I needed. I'll have to do it again another time.

Now, between fighting Castle again, but this time as not spider-woman is hard and not fun feeling. Though, I could have used the recharge I had but I didn't. Instead I confront Castle on stalking me (which is creepy) and the jerk almost arrest me! On top of that, he knows I'm Spider-woman....

Dreams just keep getting better and better....

My dreams just keep getting better and better.... After trying to relax, i ended up taking a nap and had a few more interesting dreams. All i could remember is that I nearly beat up a homeless man and I was seriously thinking that not being Spider Woman anymore.....

No...No this can't be happening...

So. Who wants to spend New Years Eve with me?

I'm still slightly hung over from this Christmas weekend.... But it was amazing!

You know... Christmas shopping is soooo hard to do when trying to stop a bad Santa from robbing a bank in the middle of the night >.<

Aside fromt hat I am having a Christmas get together for anyone who wants to come!

Ugh.. Just when i think my dreams are finally ending, BAM I get a train wreck of dreams now.... So much is happening in my dreams. Quick summary. My world we have an evil version of one of my friends. The transporter is finally fixed. And apparently my mutation wasn't an accident.

My head hurts....

Chinese can't get here any sooner!!

It's reached the point where I'd be disappointed if there wasn't snow. It's an OC tradition now! Four years and counting.

Am I the only person who wishes we could just fast-forward through December? I'm ready for the "holiday season" to be over and done with already. There should be a boycott option for those of us who don't have the luxury of a big group of family and friends to entertain with the holiday spirit. I can't even go to the gas station without tiny Santas staring at me from too many shelves to count.

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.

Ugh these last two holidays are gonna suck for me... Big time

It's official... I broke my leg.....

So in my dreams Richard Reed is a kid. Not sure who that is since I never meet him in reality. Though Tony Start is still a jerk. I think I've meet him before, his name sounds familiar.