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Okay Disney, I think you've taken the Star Wars experience thing a little too far this time.

It seems the university is going into lockdown so students and faculty can hopefully shelter themselves from the onslaught of these white armored mystery soldiers.

Well, here goes another excuse to don the Black Panther suit. Thankfully I've decided to take it with me wherever I go just in case something unusual like this occurs.

Any other super heroes going to practice their skill set today? You're more than welcome to join me if you're in the area.


(OOC: Pretend this was posted in the morning!)

First I wake up from a dream and my arm feels like it's on fire, which it's not. It's just that I suddenly have a tattoo I never asked for that I'm going to have to figure out how to explain to my parents.

Then there are people attacking everyone. I never thought I was going to need to fight someone with a large stick until today.

I'm also trying to find a way to make up an excuse for missing school because I don't think "I had to fight Storm Troopers with a stick today" is going to cut it.

I just got shot at by some Stormtroopers as I was leaving the Register! I ducked behind a dumpster and they passed me, but uh... please tell me I'm not the only one seeing this.

For all other literary nerds, today is the day that Alice fell down the rabbit hole and into Wonderland, in 1865. Happy Alice Day.

So, how do you think a bow and arrows would fare against a stormtrooper?

There's something quite charming about a place where the first thing you see is an old, very hyperactive friend being stuck inside the body of your grumpy baby brother.

I was hoping for a wild ride, and this certainly seems like the place to find such a thing. I'm Kitiara, and I've just move to town, partly for business, partly to see what was behind Tasslehoff's completely insane stories (though, I'm getting the impression that these stories are based more in truth than any of his others), and partly to embarrass my baby brother, Raistlin. I do have childhood photos of him, and you can lay your eyes on them for a price.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand, I'm a dude. If I was separated from this a little more than I am, I'd say it was time for some kind of social experiment. See how differently people react to me now that I'm a man instead of a woman.

But I just want to hide.

Is it weird that after a week off from work, I'm excited to head back in to work tomorrow? I'm not generally one of those people who likes to go to work, but it's been really weird to be home every night this week.

I feel like I've caught up on more Netflix than I've watched in like, a year.

I learned something from my latest dream. Vampires flavor the blood they drink. Eichorst brought in one of the cops that delivered me to him, forced the man to guzzle a bottle of schnapps, and then drained him in front of me. He made some silly little comment about loving to enjoy a human cocktail now and then and snapped the man's neck so he wouldn't turn, but left the body in the room with me. I don't know what I was thinking, but I asked him what he was going to do to me.

He said everything.

This doesn't bode well for me. I predict lots of drinking this evening. If these dreams keep up my liver is going to be shot to hell.

Okay, I'm 80% sure I'd like Bucky!Cap way more if he'd stop trying to be Cap!Cap. Waking up with a headache from this bullshit. Someone should've caught the memo about domestic superheroes breeding contempt. Drew and Danvers are all that're keeping me sane. Lets not start on the convoluted mess of my marriage either

Trainwreck aside, I might actually get used to this damn codename change finally.

...has anyone else heard the thing about putting sugar on your burned tongue to relieve the pain? Because I needed coffee so badly this morning I started sipping before it even finished brewing, and my tongue is stinging and numb.

[Private to Clint]
More Dreams last night. You played a major role.

A new dream. A lot has happened. It seems like Eph and I shot Palmer. We didn't stick around to see our handiwork. We made a run for it, but our escape route was blocked and we were caught by the cops. Apparently some of the cops are in The Master's pocket because once we were in a holding cell some of them showed up and hauled me out to a car, saying something about delivering me to the Mayfield Hotel and Eichorst. If I don't escape this is bad for me. This is death or turning bad. As I understand it, sometimes if you turn in your dreams you turn in real life, so I'm actually hoping for the former.

I really need a drink.

Anyone else have to stop what they're doing when a Law & Order: SVU marathon is on? If I'm flipping channels and one of those is on, I will stop no matter what else is on.

Skyped my mum. Today was Mothers Day back home. She's feeling so much better. I sent her some chocolate dipped strawberries via a service.

Have you ever woken up and wanted to punch yourself because your dream self just gave Satan the keys to the candy store and then peaced the fuck out on the soon to erupt insanity?

My dream self has just set up the world to burn.

My dream self is an idiot.

I had no idea that Dreams could hurt so much. People I don't know in this world have made such a huge impact on me. People I certainly hope I Dream about again, but... when they die, are they really dead? I'm going to miss her terribly, but she doesn't really exist. This is so confusing, and it hurts so much. I can't stop crying, and I'm glad I'm not working because I'd be shit behind the bar right now. I don't even know how to deal with a loss like this one.

I just bought two boxes of Girl Scout Cookies outside a supermarket, and the little snot asked me why I wasn't buying more. Shit, for real? I just gave you ten dollars, and you want more from me? Jesus.

Urrgh, Unnngh!

What time is it?! I really need to figure out a better sleep pattern, and you know maybe set up an alarm on my phone for the right time. Need food. Dying. Dry mouth. Water.

The days already half over but it still sucks.

Putting together moving boxes. I feel like I can finally breathe again. Not sure my pops feels the same way, but also not sure I care anymore.

I love my new job. I had enough money to pay rent for February, and pay off some debts I'd accumulated during December and January.

It's going to take a few months of legal red tape, but my lawyer and I think we've found a way to get my trust fund back into my hands. So everything's coming up Hawkeye.

The time has arrived. The opening of Victrola is tomorrow night. Since I am in a generous mood give me your name and I’ll make sure you are on the list.

Hypothetical question.

If you wake up from one of those dreams, sneeze and happen to blow a hole in the wall between your bedroom and bathroom, what do you file that under on the contents insurance?

So yesterday I finally took the plunge and adopted a dog. She's a border collie/lab mix that had been at the shelter for several months, and when I saw her it was -- love at first sight. Her name is Nibbler, after the pet from my dreams, although she doesn't eat nearly as much as he does. She's such a sweetheart.

Mum's getting some anti-fungal drug regimen. I feel bad having to leave and all, but my parents promise they understand. I may have cussed at a pair of nurses in the hall for talking too loudly when my mum was trying to sleep. In my defense it was after midnight. Maybe it's better if I'm back in California.

So after pretty craptastic dreams last night, I woke up to find a bunch of pine needles on my nightstand. In the dreams, Katniss gave them to me to remind me of home since District 7's primary export was lumber. I put the pine needles in a box in my bedside table so I won't lose them.

It's official. I've got to get out of my apartment. I was hoping that I could hack it, but I'm running low enough on funds that I need to find a new place to life.

Anyone know of a safe, clean, cheap place that's available for rent?

Now that my dreams are over I decided to take the PI exam to see how much information crossed over.

Turns out a lot. I didn't quite beat my dream score but I did get a ninety-three which is oddly the score my dad lied to me about getting when he took it.

So, that just happened. I went to bed last night feeling normal, and woke up this morning feeling odd. At first I thought I was just getting sick, until I got to the coffee shop and tried to order coffee, only to have no one understand me. Turns out I was was suddenly speaking Russian.

I don't know Russian. Or I didn't anyway.

Okay, who the hell just gives other people's stuff away? I mean, sure, dead and all, but c'mon man.

Don't know how much stock to put in that death thing in this place, but jeez, giving away a mans bow? That's low, even for Cap and his well meaning.

I'm pretty sure this samurai thing isn't gonna stick.

I got the job. Bartending job. Still not doing Christmas this year, but now I've got paychecks to look forward to. Might not have to move. Fingers crossed.

My dream co-workers have apparently taken an interest in my love life. One of them kept trying to set me up with random guys at this retro bar, and then called me picky when I didn't want anything to do with any of them. They just weren't my type, but apparently I'm a sucker for guys that 'lack' confidence and say champagne wrong.

Note to self, pity sex is not the way to go and never date a dude that calls himself The Zapper.

I'm not getting anyone Christmas presents this year. It's just the way things are. If you want to celebrate with me, buy me a beer.

Job interview tomorrow. Wish me luck.

You know when an unexpected romance is really unexpected? Like when you're falling for someone and they're falling for you and you've both tried to kill one another? This kind of thing would never happen in the real world, right?

Now this is a rather pleasant birthday surprise.

I suppose now that I've stolen Wiccan's power regained some measure of my own power in my dreams, these things happen. Though I'm still not entirely myself there. Not that there's much sense in complaining, really.

I may even be prompted to go out and celebrate.

I had a lovely dream that I hacked the emergency broadcast system and had a wonderful talk with my tall man friend about my amazing father. You've got to love a dream that combines three beautiful things into one amalgamation.

So, what's everyone's Christmas jam? Mine's got to be this one.

I should write a book about my dreams and title it "100 Times I Almost Died". Of course my attempt to get even with that asshole backfired on me. Wealthy people and their bodyguards. The bastard, his name is Palmer, instructed his right hand man to kill me and my tall man friend. Luckily, right hand man's conscience got the best of him and he just let us go. To be honest, with literal monsters roaming about outside it would have been disappointing to go because of some guy with a gun.

Alright, Valar! Gimme your best recipes for stuffing! Bonus if they're foolproof.

I'm looking to make this two person Thanksgiving meal amazing.

Any ideas on how I can tell my father I don't want to spend Thanksgiving with him and his gold-digging wife?

There's something really irking about being killed by a team mate.

Twice.

Apparently my dream-half is a little more forgiving than I feel like I would be. Seriously, twice. What the hell. Plus side, existence. That seems like it would be a good thing.

Okay so...

I have dreams, of a dream life. But in the dream life... I have dreams of another dream life. So, I have the equivalent of two fake lives in my head right now and this super weird feeling that something bad is going to happen. Like it can get much worse.

I mean, really. I almost said yes to marrying a flying monkey. What even...

Plus side, I actually have a moderately respectable gamer score. Score one for raising the kid in at least one life.

My Dreams are so weird. So weird. I can't even ... I was buried under a bunch of rubble during a battle, and managed to use explosive arrowheads to blow some debris out of the way, and then dig my way out the rest of the way. With Eli. That's confusing. I hate being a teenager again. It's.. hormonal and disgusting.

The rest was just playing at the Avengers Mansion. Thor's a lot hotter in person, by the way.

Two things.

One, dating team-mates is bad. It's a bad bad idea and it should not be done. Voice of reason and experience here. Bad idea.

Second, why you die over there... that stops things in the dreams right? No more dreams?

A bloody bow and arrow with a horn. What am I supposed to do with this?

No classes and no work yesterday makes today feel like a MonTuesday. I don't want to get uppppp. Too many dreams.

Okay, these dreams have just officially ruined a childhood favourite for me.

Urgh. I hate jungles. I hate camping. I hate coconuts.

Screw it, I hate Neverland.

What’s my prize for solving a murder? Someone taping me in the privacy of my boyfriend’s dorm room and releasing a sex tape of us… where we aren’t even having sex might I add. Solved that one too. At least that was more of a collegey crime.

I’ll take sex tapes over murder any day.

I’m over these dreams though, can they be done now?

( Cut for talk about schoolyard bullying/children getting into fights. Viewable to all )

Soooooo.....is there a number I can call to request new dreams? Because that would be great.

So, not only is evil!dream boyfriend back to normal and not talking to me it has just been decreed that all dhampirs will become guardians at the age of 16. Which is totally bullshit.

So, if that isn't worse - the end of my dreams is a total shit show. Apparently the Queen of the vampires is now dead and apparently it was done with my stake. GUESS WHO IS GOING TO VAMPIRE JAIL AND COULD BE SENTENCED TO DEATH.

FML.

Has anyone successfully been able to keep the dreams separate from their real life?

I thought I could, but thanks to the dreams writing no longer feels... right. Looks like I am taking a break for the time being.