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I thought dying in my dreams was bad, but now I’ve experienced it in real life and I wouldn’t recommend it. It's not something I want to do again. [Filtered away from Elena and Katherine Gilbert] Especially not when it causes my sisters to turn off their humanity to cope with it. At least in the real world neither of them burned our house down like Elena did in the dreams.

Dear universe, entity, dream overloard,

If you could skip me and my family for like a month? That would be swell. I think there's only so much trauma people can take.

xoxo Davina



Yeah, I know it's not going to work. No one has to tell me that. But it would be superbly awesome if it listened.

Hello all, I'm Alexis Rose an IG model/influencer.

I was wondering if anyone would like for me to endorse their businesses or products via IG.

I have a massive following (More than a million) from New York, England, to La, been going this for years.

I charge a fair amount compared to some. I will come to your business, do tasteful poses, than adversities whatever it is I'm being paid to do.


I've done clubs, suntan lotions, clothes, yoga studios, studios for art, make-up, stores.


If you would be instersted in me doing something like this for you, please reach out to me.

I woke up this morning to the page from the grimoire, like Elijah promised.

I really did not think Elijah was going to keep his word but he did. I know he’s the one they call the honorable one but in my dreams I’m just used to everyone lying to me. He came back with a spell, a spell of unknotting. He said it would require more control than I thought. It took several tries but eventually I did it. I don’t understand why I’m being taught to control magic that I’m going to lose.

The real reason I don't do other social media than here? Other than not having time to update regularly for followers because I keep myself to busy to even sleep of course - I get way too easily entranced watching celebrity twitter meltdowns.

Nothing like waking up with a black eye to know that my day is going to be a pain in the ass. If I get one more fight club or "being a knock-out is not supposed to be a literal term" crack today, I'm gonna be doing the knocking out.

[D]

Slept in today so I didn't get the chance to swing by before work. But you and Chris doing alright?

What the fucking hell?

I apologize if I insulted the dream gods or whatever this is.

So, the apocalypse begins and this plane of survivors is above the nuclear blast. They end up at this fallout shelter called Outpost 3. They get these little fucking cubes to eat and it basically sucks and they play the same song on repeat over and over. You can't go outside or do shit, and suddenly who comes in on a carriage like a year and a half into this - ME! I've been watching, and I'm some sort of leader. Someone shoots my horses at my command. Dudes, this is creepy as fuck.

Now, I'm in trying to interrogate those to take to my 'cooperative' to determine who gets to live and who gets to stay and starve. Some rubberman comes in and is hovering around, bangs my first subject (and I think it's me or some sort of thing I create - which makes no sense) but then I tell him that I wouldn't touch such a pathetic guy. This is so TMI, but this is so fucked up. So then the guy in the rubber suit goes back and they're going at it and he stabs the guy thinking it's me and it's his grandma who ratted on him as disgusting and immoral and needs to die. I get some perverse pleasure seeing these people do their worst. I mean, I stripped a lady to look at her spine, humiliated her and told her she didn't pass my test.

But seriously, I got an apocalypse, an android, survivors, some sort of leadership that I'd like to cancel. I'd like spaceships, or maybe fluffy bunnies in a field. I'm some demon. I know it.

I have a rare day off today and I really don't even know what to do with myself.

More dreams. For starters, took me back to being a little kid playing soccer. The day I met my dream best friend, Vanessa. We both had the same necklace. I definitely don't agree with out pizza choice. Double cheese pepperoni with pineapple and anchovy.

Then there was more back to what seemed to be the present. I don't like this girl Morgan. She's talking about Michael as if he's hers, when I know Vanessa is clearly crushing on him. And when I mentioned Vanessa was going out with him al of a sudden he's such a horrible guy. She just kept making snide remarks. I don't know why Vanessa is so damn nice. She's clearly a bitch. My sister's in my dreams but she's not my sister at all. I don't even know her. I can time travel, my best friend can turn invisible but I just can't believe someone can see into the future?

Oh! And it's pretty cool. I found the watch that I wear in my dreams.

I couldn't resist sharing this picture. I just couldn't.

( Howdy ho, neighboroonies )

And somehow he's still single. I can't for the life of me figure out why with that mustache.

OOC: It's not filtered, it's just cut to save your friends page. Nick said I could do it...

These dreams suck. I'm going to go dig out ice cream and make a sundae and watching something stupid and ridiculous.

Movie or show suggestions? Must be funny and must definitely not be horror or gore.

My dreams reached the end. Well. An ending. Endings are just new beginnings after all.

Like I've finally found my place and it was in me all along.

Also, I've got a water spirit horse.

Anna

There's something you should know about our mother. Not a bad thing! But it's kind of important.

Rapunzel

I'll introduce you to the Nokk. Soon.

I went back to Oz in my dreams. With Mombi gone to the butchers, I tried to hack away at the vines in front of the door so I could get Tip out of the house. But someone was coming up the hill, so I had no choice but to run away. I'll try again next time, but it's like. I'll never get through the vines. Mombi has some kind of spell on them, so I can't get past them. I'll never get Tip out of that house, but I'll never quit trying.

Happy 4th, everyone! It's the best holiday of the year!

I'm going to be taking Chris to the park today for a BBQ and to play some frisbee or catch or something. Anyone's welcome to show up, so long as you bring your own food.

A lot has happened since I've come home. So, I figure that I might as well introduce myself. Some of you know my family, some of you don't. Which is fine.

So, hi. I'm Julian Murphy. Twin brother to John Murphy and brother to Davina.

( death mention )

No one panic about the fog, I'll take care of the fog.

Also if the elements all suddenly go crazy don't panic about that either everything will be fine.

commence both internal and external screaming

Snowing on my birthday. That’s not something I can ever say happens!

Though dreams were not an awesome gift. Snow. Should have stopped with snow.

I don't know if I've joined the ranks of the dreamers ot what, but last night I dreamed about a different place. I lived in Oz.

I lived in a little shack, and across the way there was a house built into the mountain, and that's where my best friend lived, only he wasn't allowed outside. Whenever Mombi would go into town, Tip would throw rocks at my window and I'd come over and try to find a way to get him out of the house.

It felt very real. It still feels very real. I don't know what to make of it.

I think it's hilarious that there is apparently a petition to have Confederate statues in New Orleans replaced with statues of Britney Spears. Could you imagine if that actually happened? That would be the funniest thing ever and considering the way this year has been, I wouldn't be surprised at all.

Man. I had a dream about Johnny Rockets burgers and chili cheese fries and now that’s what I want. So guess that’s what Iunch is. Burgers and chili cheese fries.

Serena? You in?

There must be something in the water because I've jumped on the dream train. I hope it's just an over active imagination because I'm dreaming up some strange, yet strangely realistic stuff.

Like going to prison.

Got invited to a pretty fun Pride celebration last night by a few guys I've done some modeling with here. That was a lot of fun and is getting me excited for the big Pride parade here soon. Definitely going to drag Helen out with me and maybe I'll ask my dad if I can bring some of the kiddos with.

Although, I do have to figure out some good makeup to cover up this rune that decided to appear on my skin after I dreamt about it. Why we have to put this rune on the back of our hand I will never understand, but it is what it is.

Nearly six months I go without a Dream. I thought I was done with the fucking things, but no, now I get to wake up smelling like a goddamn house fire. I think I might've inhaled a fair amount of smoke, too.

God, would it ever be nice if these things would just leave me alone already.

( Private to D )

It’s been awhile since I’ve been home but it’s kind of nice to be home and dropping in on my brother pretty much immediately. Anyway, I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Davina.

Okay, so like, I haven't had any if these stupid dreams. Yeah. Stupid. I hope I never do. I like being me. Shopping spree, anyone? Mother has given me a decent amount of cash to spend.

So hi. I'm new here. New on the network, not the OC. I've lived here my whole life. Lucky me, right?

Summer's just starting and I'm already bored. Anyone got any recommendations? Nothing physical. I don't do sports or anything like that. Books, music, movies, shows to binge, foods to cook. Stuff like that.

We are seriously fighting a fucking losing battle in Fillory. If it's not one thing it's another. Not only is Loria advancing, but magic keeps going out because of fucking Ember. One of our advisors suggests Royal Combat between Eliot and Prince Ess's father; only problem is Eliot has never even held a fucking sword and sword fighting spells take years to master. Years that we don't have. Luckily, Fen actually does something useful and brings Eliot a sword made for a king with a sword fighting spell, also made for a king. So as long as the Well Spring holds out, Eliot might have a chance of winning this thing.

To try and lift Eliot's spirits before combat, I cast a spell that causes me, him and everyone else at White Spire to sing One Day More from Les Misérables. I skip a couple parts that didn't pertain to our situation, but it worked.

[Filtered Away from Eliot]

Before the battle started I asked our advisors if there was a way to fix the Well Spring and they suggested petitioning the fairies for help. So I did. Of course I fucking would, because I want the easy way out. So I have my secret meeting with the fairy ambassador and what do the fairies want in return for fixing the Well Spring? A royal baby. Eliot's royal baby. And yes, I'm that fucking heartless that I agree. Without telling Eliot or Fen.

I need a fucking drink before trying to go back to sleep.

The center is back on track thankfully and the restaurant is too. So now...it’s time to start my next project right? Probably not since I’m already fairly certain my blood is more caffeine than cells and platelets right now from the schedule I’ve been keeping.

[Rapunzel]
So...the architect and I have made a couple small changes to the design. He’s sending you over an updated copy of the blueprints.

I didn't leave my house all weekend and I kind of hate myself for it.

I got one of this stupid Diamond Dotz paintings, which is basically a paint by number but instead of actual paint you put these little colored "gems" on it and it makes it a shiny 3D type painting.

I got totally sucked in. It was terrible, but I'm almost done with it now, but I'm not letting myself touch it until the week is over in case I get sucked into a black hole again.

Heads up for all the veterans out there (and active service) for tomorrow: Lux is gonna have free drinks for any service member that shows up till midnight. Doors open at five. And yes, I'll have a Missing Man table set up too.

Semper Fi and God bless y'all this Memorial Day. Let's remember those who gave their all for this great country.

After the flight I just had, I need a drink.

Anyone want to give a guy recommendations?

So, this is the Orange County I've heard so very much about. California really is a beautiful state, and much warmer than where I've come from. I think I could get used to this.

My name is David Xanatos, and I just arrived in your lovely state this afternoon, among all sorts of rumours of Ewoks and Stormtroopers battling it out in the streets. I've heard of plenty of rumours of strangeness here, though I find them hard to believe. Surely there can't be any truth to the things I've heard.



On a side note, I've decided to host a bit of a party, where I'm hoping I can meet some of the people who've lived here for a while, so I thought the best way to do that would be to invite everyone who reads this. Tomorrow night, at my home in Laguna Beach. I hope I'll see you there.

In my dreams, there's a place called Ahtohallan. It's a river of memories, but frozen. A glacier. It's where the voice that is calling to me is.

In order to get there I had to cross a storm swept sea, which meant fighting the spirit of water. A water horse that nearly drowned me. But I tamed it, and arrived in Ahtohallan and then something inside me shifted. Changed.

Inside the glacier were memories. Mine. My sister's. My family's. Somewhere in these memories is the answer to what happened to my kingdom and the forest and why the spirits are angry.

But that voice? Was my mother telling me the person I was looking for all along was me.

Six months. Nearly six months I go without dreams or noticing anything fucking weird happening, and then D had to go and start using this stupid Network again and now there are fucking space teddy bears running all over the place.

I should have known better.

First the dreams and now there's Ewoks ransacking my car and I think I'm OK with it. Ohhh, I know someone who is gonna have a field day with this.

Tell me fellow OCers, who else isn't even remotely human in their dreams? Bet'cha I got ya beat on how not human you can get.

[Sixer]

You looked outside? 'cause you need to look outside.

So been meanin' to post about this for a bit, but it's taken most of this month just to wrap my head around it all and sort things out - turns out ol' Lucy left his club "Lux" to me when he left town. Signed it over handwritten and everything - with what I'm hopin' is just red ink...

Anyhow, big thank you to Ozma for helpin' me out keepin' the place goin' and keepin' me from accidentally burnin' it to the ground and all.

Dreams...are annoying, but what can I do?

I have became inspired by them, helping with my designs.


At least there's that.


[Models]

I was thinking, how would you all feel about a dinner or a party?

My treat to all of you for helping me out.


Also I've set a date, 5.27.20

Anyone else suddenly turn 7 years old for a week? Or was that just me?

[Max and Isobel]
Thanks for you know... putting up with all that.

Alright, this thing has gone on six days too long. I can safely say that not once in my life have I ever wondered what it would be like to be a woman and I'd really like my own body back now. I would like to be able to go back to work and I'm pretty sure BB-8 has been recording me so that he can show Rey and Finn how amusing he found this the next time either of them comes over.

On a completely different topic, I woke up this morning to find part of my X-Wing in my backyard. I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do with this, but if I got part of it, something tells me I'm gonna get more or it and I'm going to need a place to keep it. I'm also going to need to figure out how to put it together. I can do maintenance on a jet, but I don't know if I can actually put an X-Wing together.

Could there be better circumstances for introductions? Sure, but when fate or what have you has other plans, it's best to just go with it. That said, I'm Bill and I'm usually a few decades older than this fresh baby face.

While I'm here, let me just apologize to any of you who have had to deal with my overly enthusiastic nerdy other half, Stanford Pines. He's full of questions but harmless, I swear. Don't bother telling him he's weird either, it'll have zero effect as he already knows and embraces his weirdness. Just toss a Rubik's cube and he'll get distracted long enough to make an escape.

I kind of wish my sister was here. We could have so much fun and make up for so much... badness! It's so fun being a kid again!

This entire thing stopped being funny two days ago. It's bad enough that I'm forced to relive being younger in my Dreams now in my waking life I have to be a teenager again too? And not even a teenager who's old enough to apparently sign for my own damn packages when they're being delivered. No you cannot speak to my mother - she's in Australia. And even if she wasn't - she didn't order this and it wasn't her credit card.

I don't want to be 14 again.

Ever get a case of itchy feet?

Alice

Got a moment?

In my dreams we did manage to reach the magical forest and find our way in past the impassable fog, but with no way back out until I can fix all of this.

My father once told us a story about the enchanted forest. That we'd built them a dam and we'd come together in peace. He'd been a child, but he said our people and the local people, the Northuldra, had fought, and his father was killed. Most of the Northuldra and some of our own soldiers have been trapped inside the fog for over thirty years. And they each believe the other started it.

But what startled me most was one of the Northuldra recognized our mother's shawl as belonging to one of their families.

Woke up to find my mother's shawl draped across me, and a book about magic she'd been translating propped up against the door.

I'm not sure how I feel about this. About any of it. So many secrets, so many lies and hidden truths. I feel like that defines my entire dream life and it makes me question where I really belong.

This might come as a surprise as an archaeologist who's father was a curator at the British Museum, but I fully support returning cultural treasures to their countries of origin. Perhaps the one good thing to come out of Brexit.

Ideally, treasures would be something shared around the world, as sort of an ongoing collaboration, but they should start at the very least where they belong.

By chance does anyone on the network, model?

I'm an designer and I have to do a small preview of my future line.


Figured I'd ask here before I go to an agency.

Now it's almost Oscar time.

What to wear, what to wear...

( I look damn good in a tux. )

It's not my job in life to parent other people's kids. I've got two, I'm responsible for them. More if you count the ones with fur. But that's all I'm responsible for. So I'm not going to tell other people how they should and shouldn't raise their kids.

However I can silently judge them when we have story time at the library and one kid will not stop talking over the guest because he thinks whatever he's talking about is more important.

With everything else going on in Australia my dumbass brother is going to the hotels and convincing tourists that drop bears are an actual thing. I'm not sure whether to sigh in disgust at him doing this or laugh about it.