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Sorry to those who do the sparkling latte whosits (I'm still not certain what that is, or even what a latte itself is - that's not quite how we drink our coffee in Northern Ireland) but it appears you're going to be up against some stiff competition soon here. I'll bet my next paycheque that my sister will want ten of these.

At any rate, managed to give away the Shears of Destiny - to its somewhat rightful owner, at least. Now I just need to hold a yard sale for all the other junk I've received. Like a heavy black cloak from my Dark One days or a sand dollar from Neverland - they can send or receive holographic messages, which seems quite advanced for a medieval era but magic is always ahead of its time, isn't it? Though it seems kind of moot here anyway, what with the invention of mobile phones now.

HI! ♥ ♥ I'm usagi tsukino!! ♥ ♥ I was told about this place from a super cool person named MISS LINA she was so cool and saved me! ♥ UM i don't know what else to say! how are you all????? ♥_♥ !

Okay fucking seriously, just because it's April Fool's doesn't mean I can get punked in both my dreams and real life. That's definitely cheating. There needs to be a takesy backsie on one of these. Or both. I'd like both to go away.

[Kenzi]

Uh...what the actual fuck? I apparently chose the Dark Fae??? And as if that wasn't enough, the sperm donor that calls himself my father sent me and Lara a wedding gift out of the blue. I'd rather shove it up his ass.

My dreams started again. Not too long after I yelled at Captain America.

They were bad. So I need something happy.

Give me your favorite pictures of puppies.

Good morning, and happy Monday! What an exciting way to start the work week, with news that scientists may have discovered the lost continent of Mauritia! Formerly located in the Indian Ocean, not much is known about it besides, well, where it's located. However, the discovery of embedded zircon crystals that are almost two billion years old, much older than the island of Mauritius where they were discovered, suggest that there's something lurking underneath. Figuring out what happened is vital to understanding what may be in store for good old Mother Earth in the future, in terms of continents potentially breaking up.

But oh, I apologize, I've gotten ahead of myself. Hank McCoy, newest member of this forum and fresh with an account. It's very interesting to read! I don't specialize in the science behind dreaming but reading what a majority of posters have to say certainly fights back against the neurobiological theory of activation-synthesis hypothesis, which suggests that dreams don't mean anything at all, doesn't it?

Well, anyway! I have been told I should get out a little for more enjoyment and/or lighthearted pleasure. Supposedly stopping to get my morning coffee on the way in to the laboratory every day does not count. An online forum is a good way to get people's opinions on what they consider as such!

Apparently it’s not enough for dream!me to basically date every guy in Mystic Falls, she has to get engaged to them all too.

I now have two dream engagement rings. I think I’m gonna sell them to help pay for my actual wedding.

Oh and I also received a wedding book. Yeah, no way am I going down the aisle on a unicorn.

ooc: pretend it's just the book in the photo. I couldn't find one of just that

I really sort of loathe those nights where you just receive a whole dump of dreams in the few hours of sleep you get - from stabbing Jekyll/Hyde to death, to battling a Kraken, to meeting my half-brother (I think I prefer having a sister here in this other hellhole) and then dealing with an Evil Queen and her cleavage, it was certainly a whole bunch of madness typical to good old Storybrooke.

But my four-month-old slept through the night, a good thing, and I went out to a New Years party and came back engaged. So all in all a successful start to 2017, I'd say.

Engagement party details forthcoming, now that the weather seems to be shifting and it's not too bloody cold to host something on the Roger. Perhaps I ought to give official tours or offer pirate adventures or some such, yet I can't help but be protective of the lovely girl.

You know when you try to buy new property, and you're usually worried about stuff like the crime rates or the neighbourhood noise or if they get decent reception? Why is it that my primary concern is whether or not I'll be in the line of destruction should Orange County decide to PMS again?

Random dimension tears on the lawn or sea creatures crawling into your beach front property, that should drive prices down, right?

Do you ever dream yourself doing something and wish you could shake yourself? That's me more often than not when it comes to the dream. Why why why?

In news that doesn't involve dreams, I might have far too many geodes in my room and a floor full of accidental glitter. I mean, I meant to do stuff with glitter, but I didn't mean for it to fall on the floor and spill everywhere. Sorry, Sam.

Of all the ways to spend my birthday, I did not want to spend it saving the girlfriend of a woman I have the hots for. And not only that, but at said party, she shows up with the girlfriend and it was just way awkward. Kenz, you get points for the birthday bash, but sorry for not being in the partying mood much. And then the ex-boyfriend was there with his current girlfriend, even though I kind of do like Ciara now. But still. The whole feeling like a third wheel was way strong. Except for wondering who the frick tall, dark and incredibly handsome was that dropped by and gave me a random birthday present.

Oh, and I'm talking about my dreams, not my actual life here because my life here is pretty damn good. I mean, it can't be any better than being engaged! Lara proposed to me, I said yes, so we're making it official. We haven't set a date yet or anything like that, but we are engaged!

Oh, and another note, I'm looking for a job. Anyone looking to hire a bartender? Preferably at a straight up bar. Clubs and the like would not be a good mix with me as I'm a succubus and you really don't want to deal with that fall out anymore than I do. Believe me.


[Private to Killian]

Okay, I'm ready to talk seriously about finding my birth mother. So, can I buy you a drink and we can talk about it? I don't have much to go on.

I'm gonna go watch myself on the big screen this is kinda kinky.

Ohhhh, super rad. Took a nap, woke up to a crossbow thanks to the Santiago Vault of Weapons (because most of our crap at the crackshack was broken and don't get me started on the bull whip). I also woke up to a cauterized gash on my side, because we had to fight this Big Bad in some old asylum for the criminally insane and riiiight as I said something for comedic relief in a serious situation, I get sliced.

Go figure, right? It also figures that a siren's whistle with an altered frequency can patch you up in a jiffy.

But the Big Bad was dealt with, no one important that we liked died, Bo went Succubus Queen Crazy until I broke the blood pacts but hey she's sort of fixed and the after party was totes cool. Vex is still living with us, and I'm this close to putting acid in his mascara tube for making me stab my teddybear.

Anyway, real life related, I'm so close to evolving my Haunter into a Gengar, and I've swiped like four gyms in between Mysic/Valor wars because Team Instinct, represent. Don't underestimate the Zapdos team, losers.

Even if Zapdos is the ugliest legendary bird.

This is starting to feel like one of those semesters that's never going to end. Luckily I've just got one more final this week.

And then it's time to party. I'm throwing an end of finals party on Friday, and I thought why not invite the whole Network.

Party's at the Lockwood Private Beach at [location]. There'll be kegs, but BYOB anyway.

Gods. As if the proverbial shipwreck couldn't get any worse - but actually, in my dreamspace, there was a shipwreck. It involved a very rare treasure called Eye of the Storm and the unfathomable things my own brother did to grant us passage on a Naval ship. I suppose he felt like he was responsible for giving us a better life, after our father literally sold us into slavery for a rowboat, so desperate people do desperate things. It was certainly a lot better, serving the King by joining the Royal Navy, than being a slave aboard Captain Silver's ship.

But regarding the Underworld nonsense, that's over. I hath risen from the dead there too. Apparently being in good with Zeus is beneficial in a few ways. I can only imagine what's in store for us next.

In other news, I'm rather giddy thanks to the recent appearance of two very important things - the rest of my beloved ship, the Jolly Roger, and the approval of the application for my PI licence. I'm currently studying to take the exam, with the lovely 14-pound study guide and 1,100 practise questions. At least we've come up with a name for our business - JR Investigations. Brilliant, no?

Am still taking applications for a pirate crew. My little sister automatically gets to be the Quartermaster.

Okay, so.

I'm not going to drink. I really, really want to, but instead I'm going to fill my wine glass with fruit punch and pretend I'm drinking, because I'm at that awkward point in the 'THIS COULDA BEEN YOUR REALITY' show in my sleep where all relationships are failing. Either because someone got killed (RIP, Ciara and Nadia), or because there's that heroic thing of 'this isn't working but I'm talking shit to end this in order to protect you' crap. The latter was me, because bros before hos. Sort of. Can't have nice things because we're gearing up to fight a big baddy, sorry lover boy. fkshfsfkj right in the feels

One thing I am going to boast about, though, is how I took a chainsaw to some ancient fae's sacred tree and cut the bitch up until she handed me over Dyson's love - he gave it up to help Bo in a succubus fight with her mom, and apparently it was a thing you can put in a bottle? Go figure. Try to diss my humanity again, you old hag, I'm gonna mow your place down with a tractor. Vroom, vroom.

But I guess that also explains the chainsaw that woke up to. Naps are dangerous, and no longer sacred, but I have a chainsaw. The possibilities are endless.

I woke up this morning and my ears were pointy! Not elf-pointy, but more like kender pointy! Which is less pointy than an elf, but more pointy than a human's! Isn't that exciting?! And I'm pretty sure I can hear even better now!

Hey, network people, I need some help.

For awhile I had this amazing gig as a personal assistant but my boss moved away. I don't know if anything can compare to being a PA for Dracula but I'm glad I can make portals pretty easily because he's one of my favorite people ever so I visit often. ANYWAY, point is, I need a new job? Does anyone know of anything out there?

I have a part-time gig at the amazing Victrola (check it out and come see me dance if you haven't already) but considering I live with a gazillionaire I'd like to try to pull my weight a little more. As far as skills go, I am limber, flexible in all ways, used to teach yoga and manage a strip club, and I also speak Arabic. Oh, and since I have the weird dreams that also means in my other life I was a Princess with shadow people magic.

شكرا which is pronounced 'shukraan' and means 'thank you'!

I've done a lot of and been a part of a lot of weird stuff since signing on to this network. I mean a lot of weird stuff. I was a photographer for a wedding that literally took place in space I've had monsters, ghosts and people stick their hands in my chest on several occasions (I do not understand this obsession). My apartment is officially haunted and I've been turned into a demon horse.

Still, the weirdest thing that I have witnessed by far is my mentor and captain literally rising from the dead.

That's it. I'm done. I have officially seen it all.


Welcome back, Captain.

Alright then, I'm back from the dead and likely in need of extensive therapy. No, literally, I was dead for about a month and trapped in the Underworld - did you know it's essentially a more grotesque, red-tinged version of Orange County? Not certain why it was designed that way but in my dreamworld, Underbrooke was a dedication from Hades to his ladylove. That's sort of weirdly romantic, isn't it? Building purgatory with your lover in mind?

Anyway, my thanks to friends and family who were concerned about my whereabouts. I'm quite looking forward to catching up with those who actually missed me. And I know there are a lot of you who have got girlfriends and such but I'd like to inform you that I've got the prettiest.

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Perhaps I'm a bit biased but after being dead such a face was a sight for sore eyes.

You know what else was a sight for sore eyes? Part of my beautiful, beautiful ship. As a 'welcome back' gift, Orange County decided to present me with what looks like the bottom portion of the Jolly Roger. It is my most fervent hope that this place stops yanking my chain in a not fun way and just lets me have my first love so I can assemble a crew and sail off.

That being said, am taking applications for a crew now anyway.

Suspension of disbelief is needed for about two minutes.

So; does anyone on this crack pot place know or is a brain surgeon who will not ask strange questions beyond 'how much can you pay me'?

The mental illness awareness organization I do a lot of work with, NAMI, is holding an event in Irvine next Saturday - outdoors, at a park, and there will be all sorts of things like a book exchange and food trucks (I think even complimentary massages?). But I'll be there in the 'community support' section, as a mental health care provider, should anyone want to drop by. I see so many people discussing their dreams and I feel as if I should make others aware of the opportunity.

On my own dream front our fortress, Skyhold, recently got assaulted by goats. Gassy goats, too. One let it rip before the other slammed into the wall and I don't even know what's going on anymore. It was almost as baffling as one of my advisers running out of the room naked after losing a game of Wicked Grace (I won't name names).

For anyone wondering about the actual goat thrower, he was made an agent of the Inquisition and dispatched to Tevinter to throw goats there instead.

I'm the definition of excite for our Ireland trip. I've never been to another continent, I'm getting my green beer, and it'll be cool to go somewhere in which blood rain and evil monkeys are totally not the norm. I'm probably not going to bring any of you losers anything because I'll be too drunk to remember, but if I do, it'll be keychains in bulk. Don't ever say I don't get anyone anything nice.

I also managed to fit half my wardrobe in this suitcase thanks to those...weird, air-sucky sealer bags. Science, bitch, and I need options if I'm not in the comfort of my own home for fashion variety.

In other news, I'm "murder Fae bait." Fae might literally want to eat me. I don't know why I keep hanging around these people, I really don't. I'm literally something they can put in a stew and slurp up. But this fae, you could legit kill with herbicide because she was ~one with the Earth~ or some crap like that. Thanks, Bobo, getting strangled by vines or eaten was not a way I wanted to die.

Well, it's official. I must be right around the corner from old age - I'm going to be a godfather and am knitting a baby blanket. What's the next step, I wonder? Creamed corn? Wearing my trousers up to my chin?

At any rate, dreams continue to be absolutely mad and possess absolutely no sense. We're in Camelot, yes, bloody Camelot with all the Arthurian legends - only Arthur is some crazed lunatic and Merlin is a rather attractive wizard, my god, if I wasn't so besotted with a certain blonde Savior I'd probably want to disappear and make some magic for awhile.

Anyway, our Scooby Doo gang is off to retrieve a broken piece of Excalibur (with Zelena in tow, honestly, if she wasn't baking a bun in the oven I'd be all for dropping her off a cliff) and my lady left with Merlin to retrieve something called the Flame of Prometheus. I hope they're not up to anything naughty because I'd be quite sad I didn't get to join in.

I'll be looking forward to the break from this horseshit during my upcoming UK/Ireland holiday (requests for souvenirs accepted, I suppose). Someone please try to talk my sister out of green beer - the poor lass thinks that's actually a thing for St. Patrick's Day.

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.

Jumping in on this network. Seems difficult but I'm going to give it a try anyway.

Hi, I'm Maxwell Trevelyan, will take most variations of either name. I'm not really new to the area but I'm new to the forum - and just bought a house to fix up in Anaheim, so I guess that means I'm staying for awhile. Sometimes I travel for work but I'm originally from Seattle, so that means I'm sort of missing the constant rainclouds.

I've also got my office situated in Anaheim - I'm a counselor, therapist, not a shrink, and while I have a couch in my office I don't really insist people lie down on it. I prefer to sit face to face and talk.

What else? Should I ask about coffee shops, the local ones? Always up for finding new caffeine suppliers.

90% of the people in Canadian Dreamland are pretentious twats, and the only good thing about being considered the 'weak human sidekick' is that while everyone's head is up their own sphincters, my BS meter is going way off and I'm onto all of those shady jerkholes. Takes a con to know a con. Bitch. and who is this 'novelty whore' swooping in on my bff line can bo and dyson stop making out in front of everyone thanks TRICK I'M ONTO YOU

There was also this sad part about having made heart eyes at this really dorky and having him die? I hope that doesn't set the tone for future relationships, but that was...depressing, or whatever. I finally got something nifty from all this stuff though. A sword. Which is 10x better than getting dream!poisoned by contaminated foot soup.

And, peeps? The next time killer birds that talk too much swarm the area, all you need is a can of hairspray and a lighter. Try it sometime. It's fun.

Since my inquiry for baked goods was well answered the last time, I thought I'd try again. I need something sparkly for my Valentine, where does one get...baked goods that are glittery? I assume there is such a thing, yes?

On the dream front, it's been a whole metric tonne of things. Snow queens and spells where we all hated each other and the newly-formed Triumvirate of Evil (that didn't stay a threesome for very long, mind you), and dragons and alternate lives - good god. But in terms of 'gifts,' I also hope someone on this network is a botanist of some kind. I've a sort of strange plant that should be studied and contained it killed my brother, since it can be dangerous - well, the thorns are, I should say. Then again, no one should be getting themselves scratched with poisonous thorns unless you're Charming and stupidly manage it somehow.

My Dream adventures continue. My Dream Self survived being electrocuted by that...that...terrible man who dared call himself a god and - as I suspected he would - our captain defeated him gloriously. Saved the entire island while he was at it, as well, although that wasn't really his goal. We rewarded ourselves by taking Skypea's treasure. Well, the Straw Hats did. While they were doing that, my dream self finally found the poneglyph she had been searching for. Like the one in Alabasta, this one didn't give us any information about the Lost History, but we did discover that famous pirate Gol D. Roger had been to Skypea once. I find that very interesting.

We then left Skypea with the entire population chasing us, as you do, and returned to the Blue Sea where we were almost immediately roped into some ridiculous games by some ridiculous pirates. The Davy Back Fight in which the losers have to give up crew members to the winners. Its like being Shanghaied, but without being drugged first.

In other dream-related news, I think I have my Devil Fruit powers now. Good in the fact that I will always have enough hands to carry things and have eyes and ears wherever I want, bad in that I can no longer go swimming.

PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT, PEEPS: Don't ever go to someone's house and help yourself to their soup. It might have a contaminated human foot in it, and it won't be until after you've helped yourself to a serving that you find out. Minus 100 points when your insides bleed out of your face due to said contamination.

I haven't dreamt about the superduper awesome cure that could potentially save my life, but I did dream about threatening a nurse at needle point and escaping off to the graveyard like some emo kid. My nurse here is actually a murse and he's hot. If I didn't look and feel as gross as I do, I might have touched his butt.

maybe.

a little bit.

okay, a lot a bit.

OF COURSE MY DREAMS START OUT WITH ME GETTING ROOFIED. I know roofies, I still feel kinda roofied, what the eff.

Also some underground fightclub about picking sides when it comes to these weirdo supernatural peeps, I don't know. But Bo Dennis, thanks for making sure that creep didn't get weird on me.

There goes my hopes for dreaming about being a mermaid or a unicorn, I guess. Or a Disney Princess. I would have made a boss ass Disney Princess.

The one night I sleep soundly, I feel like I've had my skull unscrewed and a metric tonne of rubbish has been dumped in. We escaped Neverland (awful place, let's hope I never set foot on that island again), Pan met his demise, Crocodile slayed and Crocodile returned, now we're back in Storybrooke after time traveling, crashing a ball, and the last thing I saw before waking up was Swan trying to shoot a giant snow creature. With a gun.

It didn't go well. The thing sprouted spikes. Then of course after all of that migraine-inducing nonsense we went to go watch Netflix, which makes perfect sense.

How the hell could no one leave that cesspool of a town and yet Netflix is streamed in?

At any rate, it's early but I've got an interview for a job down at the docks that is actually legal, I'm setting a good example. A perfect combination of heavy work and customer service. Perfect amount of exhaust fumes and paper dust breathed in. I'm quite looking forward to it.

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.

My mother made it home for Christmas! She said she just had the urge to come to California!

I have not been this happy in ages!!

Er

So this is a bit weird a request, and I'm sorry if I'm not posting this in the right place. I'm here for a conference for the next two weeks during Christmas of all and I'm trying to find something to do. Unfortunately, it's snowing outside so all the standard California stuff seems to be out for the moment. Does anyone have some ideas for something fun to do?

Hi! My name is Sakura and I just moved here with my dad! 米＾－＾米 I am new and heard here was good to meet new people and i would like that very much. .｡ﾟ+..｡ﾟ(〃▽〃)+.｡ﾟ+..｡ﾟ It is nice very to make your akway a kea meet you. Thank you!

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In my dreams I went back to the subway to get Cynthia and I found that I could go back and forth between that world and my apartment pretty much at will through the portal holes around the subway station and the hole in my bathroom. Navigating the subway station is a pain in the ass, though. I have a map (somehow) and it helps a little bit. Sort of. Probably would help more if we weren't being chased all over the place.

First off its those damn sniffer dogs. They just kind of wander around making weird yipping noises and when they see us, they attack. But at least I can fight those (I do, Cynthia doesn't). I can't fight the ghosts that are flying around and moaning in my ears. Whenever they get too close I feel sick, my head hurts and I can't seem to move fast enough.

And I have all these puzzles I have to figure out. Like finding some kind of handle for the conductor car of one of the trains in order to get some crummy subway token. I keep hoping I'll solve the next puzzle and we can leave. I'm starting to think that's not going to be the case.

Also, I woke up this morning and found a red book in my living room:

( Red Scrap Book (SFW, veiwable by all) )

This book is in my dream apartment and everytime I come back to the apartment I go and look through it for some reason. I'm not really sure why I do that either.

so i'm supposed to talk about my dreams, yes? alright here we go. i woke up missing a hand, it was a bit awkward.

there is absolutely nothing to do during the day when you're laid up in a hospital bed, drugged, and not wearing much beneath the thin gown. it's also bloody freezing.

i've taken to learning new medical terms and using them in conversations multiple times, counting how many. today's is sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia which is really the term for an ice cream headache. the nurses are quite impressed.

and now i'm giving up on typing one-handed so

forgot where i was going with that anyway

FUCK. YES.

I am building a damn snow fort and anyone who wants to help is welcome. UCI Quad, be there or be somewhere else. Whatever. I'm not your damn mother.

Okay, so.

This is basically like Facebook, right? Cryptic angst-filled posts, random updates about what you found in the grocery store, the occasional article discussion about science, relationship status changes, sometimes cat.gifs? Hopefully cat.gifs? But probably less stalkerish and less filtered selfies to judge.

Whatevz. I'm Kenzi, I run a website called Titillations for all your freaky-deaky needs. Yes, those are used undergarments on there. No, don't ask me where my wares come from. My vendors are private. But the descriptions are 100% true. All transactions are done with complete confidentiality. I only judge a little.

What's your music jam at the moment, internet? I'm On A Boat describes me pretty well right now. If your ears bleed at the dropping of naughty words, don't click.

So this past week has been boring.

Yo. Someone suggested I sign up here after they watched me bike this afternoon. Something about finding other people with a similar mind set.

Is anyone missing a puppy?

My partner and I found her tied up in an alley while we were making our rounds.

I sincerely hope that this puppy was just stolen by some asshole, and not actually raised by assholes who couldn't deal with a large dog.

And there goes the stock.

Reliving a more twisted version of high school in my dreams isn't exactly my idea of a good time. Who wants to go back to high school, really?

I see dead people.

No, I'm not just quoting that child from the Sixth Sense. I'm actually seeing ghosts.

I dreamt that I could see ghosts, but I didn't really think anything of it. I certainly didn't think that it would bleed into this this world. Waking up to a ghost looming over your bed is not a good way to start the day.

I'm going insane. I need help. I am so over this shadow kissed bullshit

The last few days, I've woken up with my fridge open and Sir Pounce-a-lot's dinner lying half eaten on the floor. I've just assumed that I hadn't been closing the fridge properly.

But I think I'm in the process of watching him attempt to get it open himself. I will keep this riveting tale of the Cat that Could updated as details emerge.

... I don't know what I'm going to do if he has figured out how to open the fridge.

Sir Pounce-a-lot is such a smart kitty. The smartest kitty in the whole wide world.

EDIT: Yes. Sir Pounce has indeed figured out how to open the fridge. Knickerweasles.

EDIT #2: ( Photographic proof )

((OOC: In the interest of consistency, please ignore the black cat in the last photo, and pretend the kitchen is much smaller. ... For anyone who isn't already aware, Sir Pounce-a-lot is played by my kitty, Yue, and this is totally an excuse to show off my cat.))

Dear Chevy,

That was fucked up. You don't mess with the Super Bowl.

Not cool.

Katy Perry was an excellent choice for the half-time show.

And Missy Elliot's alive? Thought she fell off the face of the planet.

I think I've gone a bit

Does the word 'Brakebills' mean anything to anyone on this network? Or 'Fillory'? I asked before, but some time has passed, I thought I might check again.

I have the day off tomorrow. I'm not really sure what to do with it. Do the laundry I should do or just relax.

[Kenzi]

So you should come by for dinner. Catch up.

[Jess]

I'm reaching out to Kenzi to see about catching up.