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Glad that my powers came in handy this past weekend. Pretty easy to stay out of reach and still do some damage...if all I get from my dreams are these two powers, I'm find with that. I could reenact P!atD's video for "High Hopes" without the special effects or equipment.

It's definitely easier to walk up the side of a building when things are getting crazy to reach people on higher floors.

I must admit that it’s nice to be back home. Although, spending the last two weeks in NYC was pretty great.

Although, I wasn’t expecting to come home and find a stripper pole set up in my bedroom. Looks like my boyfriend’s family is pretty open-minded. No, I’m not complaining about this addition.

Less than a week till I head off to NYC with Jace for Christmas and the New Year. I should start packing...but I was never good at packing.

First Christmas in a while that I won’t be with my dad but we’ve planned to FaceTime.

I’d started to convince myself that the one I’d had was just a fluke, but no such luck. At least this one gave me a little more context of why I was at that club with my cousins. We were apparently after a demon there and working as a team. We had a boy tied to a pillar in a back room with piano wire while I interrogate him, trying to find out information about if there are any other demons working with him. And then he tries to get us to spare him by offering up information on some dude named Valentine, who I’m guessing was trouble there but is dead now,so really demon boy needs to get some better information if he’s going to try to bargain with us for his life.

Izzy wants me to kill the demon because it’s not going to give us any information, but just as I’m about to strike with my blade we get interrupted because there’s some girl watching us. I have no clue how none of us noticed she was in there but when she does make herself known I drop the knife. Which is when I woke up to find it by the bed this morning, and first thing I did was check to make sure it wasn’t damaged. It’s actually a pretty cool knife - looks like it’s made of some type of crystal and yeah it’s sharp as hell, which I learned the hard way. No damage from being dropped there. Something in me is telling me it’s called a seraph blade but I have no clue where that’s coming from.

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[Private to Nine]
How do you feel about tattoos?

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Well my dreams are back again with a vengeance and still picking up right where the last one left off - me on the floor with Gert's dinosaur on top of me. But once they call her off and I get up we find some book called the Abstract which seems to be in some kind of weirdo language but we're going to take it with us anyway because Gert and Alex are both genius' so they're bound to be able to figure out what it means eventually. And we're going to Karolina's house next - officially my dreams are taking me on the world's stupidest scavenger hunt.

Just when I start getting a handle on the only powers I think I have, other powers start to happen.

Kinda wondering how many I have...

You know being 16 wasn’t so bad. The first time around anyway.

[Nine]
So - you free tonight? I was thinking we could go out. Get a break from your place for a few hours.

Alright so my dreams have officially jumped the fucking shark here. Not only are my parents and their friends some kind of supervillains but they’re making DINOSAURS. We go to Gert’s house looking for evidence of our parents being evil but we can’t find any. So we end up in the basement area and in a locked room we find a goddamn RAPTOR that she can control which we find out when the thing tries to EAT ME and she tells it to stop.

I’m over this shit entirely.

Having more dreams...

I think I may be an alien...that would explain some of the weird things that have started to occur. Anyway, all that aside, there was a lot of chaos...my home was attacked and I escaped on a ship with 8 other kids and 9 adults. One of which was assigned to be my Cepan...Sandor, who bares a lot of similarities to my actual adoptive father of the same name. Is this a coincidence?

Then, there's a gap of time missing, cause then I'm older and living in Chicago, where I come across another alien that's been searching for me an my kind...

Since it opened at the beginning of the month, Fangtasia has been doing extremely well. Much better than I had expected for the first month; especially considering the recent invasion. I guess people still need to get drunk when demons attack. I'm thinking of hiring another bartender if business continues like this.

Well I know I’ve officially made it. Tabloids are paying attention to me. Or at least to who I leave clubs with. And no, before anyone asks on my parents behalf: it was not me rebelling against them. Trust me when I say they were the last things on my mind that night.

There's been a lot of talking about dreams, that I've noticed.

I didn't think much of it, but given my recent odd dream, thought that I'd put something out there.
First off, I was at my grandparents house or who I knew to be my grandparents. Pretty standard, playing out in their yard with pets. The pet itself wasn't like a typical dog. They were creatures known as "chimaeras" which had the ability to change their shape. Grow wings, ungrow them, whatever suited its needs. This seemed to be normal as my grandfather was carrying on as normal and it certainly didn't stop me from playing with them.

Secondly, it didn't seem like any place that I've ever seen or been to. Maybe my mind was just on the fritz and making shit up as it went.

I'd say that I need to cut back on drinking but I only drink on weekends, and usually just on Saturday nights.

Ran into someone this past weekend who told me about this site.

I figure it could be a good place to network and advertise my free fitness classes.
Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday from 8:00am-9:00am, over by the Santa Monica pier.
The sand, certainly, adds some difficulty but I promise it's worth it.
Just show up, ready to work out.
There will be modifiers for those who aren't as active.

I, also, do one-on-one personal training. Message me if you're interested.
Oh yeah, I'm Stanley but I prefer to go by Nine.
Lucky_no9 on IG...yes, the abs are real. ;)