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I spent waaaay too much money on all of the Steam things. KOTOR, KOTOR II, ... okay the entire SW collection... and then the Jackbox Party Pack.... and then... other things. Listen, I have a problem okay? I know I do. It's sad and pathetic, and I'm totally cool with it. So much SW though, so much. Fucking thing didn't work right away on my computer though, so I had to adjust a bunch of the god damned settings. That was annoying.

Stupid thing.

I hate things.

Yet I can't stop buying things...

[Private to Doreen]

Wanna come over, play some Star Wars collection stuff, watch a movie, do that kind of stuff?

Well, seems like I've joined the ranks of those who Dream, or I'm just going crazy. Dreamed I was a baby, being taken care of by mutant superheroes, who kept getting attacked by bad guys. We lived in a giant alien spaceship which was parked in Manhattan.

Man, this thing is just plain weird.

You'd think, normally, that with a new year comes a new me! Well, I like the old me so that's not going to change that much, but what the old me does, now that's something that can change. At least a little.

Van Dyne Designs will be doing something a little different this year. Every month in 2016 we'll be running an amateur design contest. There'll be money prizes and at the end of the year we'll put all 12 winning designs into one final contest, with the winner earning a paid internship at my company! It'll be loads of fun!

And one more, unrelated thing.

I want to do a superhero roll call. You know who you are, but I don't!

Happy 2016 from me and Tippy-Toe! (She partied a little too hard and fell asleep around eleven.)

I hope this year is bright and full of good things for all of you.

The next person that comes up and tells me 'See you next year!' is getting a sunflower seed spat in their face.

No ifs ands or buts about it, it's just going to happen.

Also, just got home for Christmas, and my Aunt went ALL out. I mean ALL out. Well her and my friends from back home. They got me cards to all sorts of game stores and tech stores... so I now own a new headset, an Xbox One Elite controller and OTHER amazing, wonderful things.

How are all of you?

Man, I'm so glad my mom is chill, otherwise the four squirrels running around my apartment in little reindeer ear headbands would be weiiiiiiird.

It's official. My life is lame. I just spent the better part of the past weekend creating miniature chainmail out of paperclips... for a certain furry woodland creature.

On the plus side, It turned out awesome.

I've got an entirely new reason to be glad that dying and turning into a ghost in my dreams didn't carry over to here. Had another dream about after I died. I guess I didn't realize I'd actually died so I tried to leave the house and as soon as I stepped out the door I felt like I was...floating away and getting lost.

I love my house, amazing ocean views and all that but I wouldn't want to be trapped stuck inside it. I think I'd probably start to lose it after a while.

[Private to friends]

So Gwen got transferred. I don't know if she told anybody or not. We're going to try and do the long distance thing but I don't think it's going to work. Not for me

[OOC: Michael's a generally friendly guy. If you want your character to be able to see this - feel free. He can always use more friends.]

Well, in my dreams I finally got the guts to change my family's code. It used to be Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent., but now it seems to be Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes.

Now I suppose it's on me to protect everyone who needs protection.

My dreams are pretty tense right now. There's a dark druid we call the Darach running around, performing human sacrifices. They've all been done in groups. Virgins, warriors, healers, philosophers, and lastly guardians. My dad, in an attempt to stop her somehow, offered himself as a sacrifice. I guess it'll be up to me to save him.

So I'm Neena and I'm new to this sort of group. I just got a smartphone and this is apparently one of the sites it recommends.

I'm a bartender. The best thing about where I work is we don't do anything for the holidays. No stupid costumes, no candy on the bar, and the old drunks don't think they're clever when they ask for 'tricks'. Everybody just wants to get wasted and go back to their lives.

While this has been an interesting experience, I really need to get back to my Earth now. Dire things are happening, and without me there to help Reed Richards and the Illuminati all could be lost if I stay any longer.

I don't suppose anyone has a portal handy that can traverse parallel universes?



OOC: T'Challa is now Dream T'Challa thanks to him wearing his dream costume for Halloween, and is fully convinced he ended up on an alternate earth.

So, awhile ago there was a bit of a 'scam', I guess you could call it, where people were getting to 'sign up' to go to Mars all alone, for the rest of their lives. For the longest time I've been thinking if I'd do it or not; at the time, I think I would have, but I'm glad it turned out to be a scam, because now I think I'd regret agreeing to it. Though, I'm sure you could back out at some point.

Curious though, would anyone else do it? The chance of a lifetime, really. To live on another planet, to be the first 'colony' on another planet. To actually be the spearpoint that makes sci-fi so real in a way we may never have thought possible... I'm still curious what I'd do when push came to shove.

I've done it! FINALLY I'VE DONE IT! -Insert evil science laugh here.-

....I found caramel apple candy corn, and now I'm slowly inching closer to my sugar-induced death.

[Peter's singing, distantly, obvious that he doesn't realize his journal's recording]

"This is my fight song! Take back my life song! Prove I'm alright song! My power's turned on. starting right now I'll be strong! I'll play my fight song! I don't rea-- Wait, is this... OH GOD."

[Sound of the mic getting aggressively attacked]

Okay, so uh.... apparently at some point my phone began recording, and submitting... so uh, I'm going to fix that feature. But if you could go ahead and pretend you didn't hear any of that, that'd be great.

Right.

So I'm going to go hide under my desk and not come out until the rapture.

Bored. Me and Tippy are gonna go up in the Squirrel-A-Gig and find a fancy house that doesn't have anyone around it and borrow their pool. Anyone else wanna come with?

My dreams are starting to make more sense. Which is sort of hilarious, because by making more sense they actually make no sense. At all. Ever.

I got busted out of jail by ants. I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried. Then it turns out that the guy who got the ants to break me out of jail is actually super impressive scientist and recluse Hank Pym (big deal in my dreams, seriously, if I wasn't focused on the whole ant thing I might have fangirled a bit). Turns out he wants me to use his suit to get another suit to stop this guy from essential world domination. Ask the Avengers, I say. Screw that, he says.

Oh yeah PS. I guess I'm a part of all you people who dream about the Avengers.

Bored again. We need more giant spider invasions. Anyone got a number for who can arrange that? I'll also accept invasions of fifty-foot women. I've always wanted to climb one of those like a tree.

The hits keep coming. My grandfather was the one who killed the boy who was stalking me, but not to keep me safe or for any reasons you might be thinking of. Unless you're thinking that it was to gain control of my stalker's were-lizard. Then you would be correct.

Good evening, Orange County. I was told that this is the place to be, and while I'm not one for a lot of online stuff I thought I'd give this a shot. I'm Steve Rogers, and I just spent a lot of time at the Children's Hospital of Orange County helping them put up Halloween decorations. Yeah, it's the first of October, but it's all they've been talking about for the last week so I couldn't say no.

Has anyone else gotten any decorations up yet, or are you waiting a little while longer?

IT'S BATMAN DAY. GUYS, IT'S BATMAN DAY. GUYS.... WHO WANTS TO WATCH BATMAN WITH ME?!

Life changing decisions happening here. Okay not really, but I did officially change my major and decided to take up cheer again.

This is going to be a good year. I can feel it.

Ran across a man abusing a dog.

I hope he has medical insurance. Actually, I don't!

Ugh, I'm in a funk. How do you get out of one? How do you make your funk defunct? (Besides puns.)

You know how when you say "Things can't possibly get worse" that things really do get worse? I feel awful for my dream self. I was almost killed by my stalker. You know what his final words to me were? "Allison, if I can't have you, no one can." It's almost cheesy, but somehow manages to be terrifying.

Ok... so uh... pretty sure I just had those dreams. Or some of those ... dreams.

You know it's rather disturbing being an older male, who's lived a bit of life, and to see in your dreams your childhood home, but learning your parents are killed, in a plane crash. The same way they died in real life... really didn't want to relive it.

Okay. So I've been in the OC for a little while now, and I've never really gotten around to introducing myself on this thing. Anyway, I'm Donna Troy. I'm from New York City, and I moved to Newport Beach about a year ago. I own a photography studio, Donna Troy Originals, and I've managed to do pretty well with it since moving out here. But, I could really use some more friends. So...hi, everyone.

Oh, hey, I made the Dean's List last semester. I'm sure I can put that on a resume, right? Doreen Green - A student and savior of the world. Got a nice ring to it.

I had the most terrible date earlier. Why do I bother to put myself out there?

Okay, I'm new to this whole social media thing, so don't laugh too hard if I screw up. I figure it's time to meet some new people, and it was this or okcupid... and I don't think I'm ready to visit that side of the internet just yet.

Where do I start? The name's James, but most people call me Bucky. I just moved to the OC a few months ago-- I'm from Brooklyn, originally. Thought the change in scenery would be nice. I work at the VA doing social work.

Is that enough information? Or too much? I can never tell with blogging.

Oh, good, everyone's better.

Yay.

So this was my day. Wake up, shower, get in front of my mirror to do my thing and reach back to scratch an itch and presto wings.

Hi, Valarnet! A weird Sticks Up Bottoms plague seems to be going on. (Seriously, there is so much aggro around.) If you need a place to lay low and AREN'T afflicted, you can come crash on my couch. Tippy-Toe says it's cool, and so do Teto, Jiji, and Heen.

If this cat leaves one more bloody fucking dead animal on our bed, I'm going to take him out to the bloody freeway and leave him there.

Fun Fact: Tony Stark is totally a sentimental pookie in my dreams. He programmed an emergency code word into Jarvis for me to use to make a suit!

It even has room for my tail! Which I have now. ... how the heck do you tell your boyfriend "by the way my tail and knuckle spikes showed up"? I'm thinking of just blaming it on Logan.

I don't know what was weirder about my dreams last night, the shrinking thing or the big green angry guy or me being all 'oh hey we work well together lets call ourselves the Avengers!'

Avengers. That's so comic booky.

I can't keep this a secret any longer. The proper people to hear this news first have been contacted and seem....excited? I have no idea because I really don't care.

I'm excited to announce that Tom and I are getting married! Surprise!

He was incredibly nervous about the whole thing and it was adorable. We put an offer in on a house, so hopefully we will be hearing about that soon. And I don't think I'm going to start wedding planning for at least a month or two, we haven't even discussed when to get married. We're terrible at this, but whatever, we do things our own way.

Things have been pretty fucked up lately. Hang onto those silver linings when you can.

Well, I've got three new squirrel roommates. We're all sitting on beanbags, watching Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind, crying. Also eating almond butter.

Give me ideas for names!

The sky's kind of pretty in an awful end of the world sort of way. All of the squirrels that could fit into my apartment are here with me, and a couple of crows who I'm told are being really gossipy. Thank god squirrels eat everything, I ran out of nuts hours ago and Tippy-Toe won't let me go outside.

SWEET! In my dreams I get to meet Galactus! He seems so awesome!

Does anyone get music in their dreams, like a theme song?

I see the dreams, and I don't hear it, but I swear I know it word for word.

Does anyone have a personal theme song to share? I really need to get this thing out of my head.

I dreamed there's an entire area hidden in Antarctica called the Savage Land, where dinosaurs still exist.

Before that, I was arrested by a man in a star spangled outfit. I ... cannot really blame him. I may have been a child, but my crimes were many.

Blocked from Logan

Do others feel...abnormally protective of people they have dreamed about?

Ugggggh, it's so hot. I'm just laying in the middle of my living room with Tippy-Toe, eating Otter Pops in my undies with three fans right on me. I'm debating putting a Super Soaker in the freezer to spray at myself when it gets super cold.

I've finally joined the Dream Gift club. It's a blue cloak. Sadly not the levitating cloak, but I think it'll come in time.

I wonder if the rest of my costume will show up eventually, too.

I'm finally free from school for a while and there's shenanigans going on? Who's gonna go punch it, I want in.

If anyone is ever in need of torture ideas, I've recently come to discover - thanks in part to my dreams - that getting a knotted rope swung at your balls is vastly unpleasant.

At least I've got this fantastic Omega watch to compensate for the dull ache that lingers.

SHE'S HERE SHE'S HERE SHE'S HERE

I FELL ASLEEP AND WOKE UP AND SHE WAS ON MY PILLOW

Social workers say I should be more social. Max. My name is Max.

As far as evil plans go, an Inebriation Ray isn't ... awful, I guess? You tried, AIM. You tried.

Also, why do I keep teaming up with Wade? And why do I miss him?