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Spending the morning cleaning up someone rave with the floor in the kitchen at the cafe, wasn't fun. Especially when he kept walking around in it swishing his tail. I thought for a moment he was helping, I should have known better.

Little devil!

But it's done, scones are in, cake is frosted, and bagels are already sold out.

Apparently "Dad Rock" Is no longer things like Aerosmith or Bon Jovi. I just found out that Blink 182 is now considered "Dad Rock" and I don't know how I feel about it.

On one hand, I'm not that old.

On the other hand, my daughters do know every word of "I Miss You" by heart and sing along when it comes on my playlist in the car. So. There's some truth there.

So I moved back to my parents’ today since the semester ended and I was just unpacking and it’s the weirdest thing, none of my socks are there. I know I packed then cause I checked to make sure I didn’t leave anything behind. But what’s even stranger is that any socks I had here at home are also missing. Is there a sock thief going around?

I did a sweep of the area earlier to get an idea of just how many areas the droids were located and it's honestly not a lot, but there are a lot of droids. I took out a few tanks from the sky cause those are probably the ones we really need to worry about. The B1s, the ones honestly aren't that hard to take down. Yesterday BB8 managed to distract a few to give me a chance to pick em off with the Bowcaster I got. That thing is pretty awesome. I can see why it's Chewie's weapon of choice.

I really wish Rey and Finn were here cause I think they could have had a good time taking down some of these guys.

Oh, hey everyone, just a general PSA:

Stay out of the battlefields. The skinny droids are dangerous only in numbers. Individually, they dumb as rocks and easy to fool and destroy. They really aren't well made. There's just a lot of them in the battlefields.

It's the ones that roll that you have to be concerned about. They have shields and canons and they move fast in rolling form. Be careful with them.

I'm making good progress on writing out the stories I'd made up for the twins and revising and polishing them. I still haven't found an artist yet to illustrate them. I know if I don't find anyone, the publisher will probably find someone they like for it, but I'd rather ask here first if any one here is either an artist who would like to work on a children's book, or if anyone knows anyone who would like to work on a children's book?

You know, there are some days I question being a surgeon and other days I don't. I prefer it over being a cop, though. No offense to my parents.

As someone who was diagnosed with adhd as a child and is currently in medschool, you would think I would remember that simulants have the opposite effect on me than they do most people. And yet here I am, waking up after falling asleep from drinking the coffee I made to help me study for exams.

I never thought that parenthood would consist of telling my kids pouring catnip into the water bowl so our cat can have tea time was a bad idea, but that was my day today.

So, parents of Orange County, what is your moment of "nothing prepared me for this weird part of parenthood"?

Been about a week since my last anxiety attack. Having a service dog has really helped. I just wish people would stop slapping the 'emotional support animal' label on companion pets. It gives the true working dogs a bad reputation. My dog is trained to respond to any fluctuation in my mood, and he intervenes and keeps my anxiety from spiking. I need him by my side when I go into new situations, he is literally the only thing keeping me from falling apart at times. I need to be able to take him into a shop, or a restaurant.

I know I'm not cured. I know the panic can still blindside me without notice.

But I feel a lot less on edge. Which can only be good for my wife and my daughter.

One of my brothers is getting married.

I found out from one of the other brothers. The one I actually talk to.

Turns out, I don't think I'm invited.

Which is cool. I don't want to go. I've had enough family time to last a lifetime.

It's still kind of...hurtful, I guess, that he didn't invite me.

But hey, that means I don't have to send a gift.

I'm back not even a week and I'm already hit with a new memory.

It was a nice stint of silence for my brain, but back to the dream grind.

Also, hello, OC.

So I've been an EMT for a couple of months now and I actually enjoy it a lot more than I thought I would at the start. The only part I really dislike, which I would think is the same for doctor's, is when the person we're called for dies. That happened last night and I don't know if it's because I've been talking more about being a Medium lately and I've let my guard down, but I saw the man's ghost just after he passed and it shocked me for a minute since I don't usually see random ghosts. I can usually control it and it's usually people I know that I see or people I've had a connection to.

It reminded me just how much of a shock it is to see them unexpectedly and while I sometimes act like an expert on the subject and like it doesn't affect me, that's clearly not true like I thought.

Well fuck that fucking shit! Just when you think things in Fillory can't get any more fucking fucked they do! I've been tricked into marrying a fucking teenager! The dickhole murdered his older brother, the prince I was supposed to marry and because of fucked up customs I had to marry the spare instead. And then to make matters worse, I find a letter from Quentin telling me that him and Eliot were sent to the past and were now dead and it was up to me to get a key the time key or whatever the fuck key it is to prevent them from dying. How did I get the key, you ask? I had to dig up a fucking corpse! At least it gave me an excuse to get away from my boy husband. God, I hope something eats him.

I don't know which of their classmates told my daughters you could explode peeps in the microwave, but our entire kitchen smells like burnt sugar now. ...At least they had the thought to put a plate under the peeps first, so that's less cleanup than it could have been, still not the way I wanted to start spring break.

I think maybe taking them to see the horses would be a good idea, before they go on search for more candy around the house to turn into science experiments.

Nico let me know he was expecting some packages soon, which. Normal. We both order a lot of stuff online, and he's an artist and always has a steady supply of sketchbooks and canvases so he doesn't run out. So I didn't really think anything of it when I saw the huge box on the porch today.

Until he opened it. And the entire thing is antique or reproduction cookbooks.

I'm not going to lie. I'm scared.

I'm starting to wonder when I'm gonna have another dream. Not that I'm too fussed about it. Aside from hoping Rick gets his act together and that baby survives, I ain't too keen on knowing what happens next.

Well I was right - Mum didn't let me stay home from Petunia and Vernon's wedding in the dreams. Although at least she did make Petunia seat me and James up front with her and Dad. Instead of the very back of the church like Petunia wanted. The worst part of it though came during the reception - someone asked who James was since they'd never seen him before. And instead of just introducing him the way Mum and Dad had - as my boyfriend from boarding school, which is technically true there, Vernon told them that James was some magician. Which honestly is the most insulting thing he could have said.

Not that there's anything wrong with magicians but...James is a wizard in my Dreams. I'm a witch. Vernon knows that there. He was supposed to be part of my family so we told him. Now...I think dreamLily made a bad choice to include Vernon.

These dreams just keep piling it on.

I took the kids from the dojo to train in a junk yard. And then I found out my star pupil is dating my arch nemesis' daughter. So I told him about our teenage rivalry. It sounded a lot like my real life.

When we got home, Miguel's mom invited me to dinner. Talking to her inspired me to give my stepfather back the money I'd borrowed from him. I started to try and write a letter to my son, but there was a commotion outside. Thugs from LaRusso's auto dealership were trashing my car.

They set it on fire, and I took one of their motorcycles and headed to LaRusso's house. I woke up before I got there.

The big take away was that I'm glad I have a better relationship with my kid here. Not much, but. We're getting there.

Well, that was an interesting dream. We went to a planet that seemed to be covered in a mist. The energy readings were off the charts. Rodney assessed it to be powerful enough to allow us to dial Earth and go home through the stargate. Almost as soon as we got there, I got a weird feeling about it all. I took Teyla shopping, and then we went back to my place, an upscale bachelor pad on a lake, complete with a pool and a view to die for. I introduced Teyla to beer, and then a couple of my buddies from the service showed up.

I couldn't put my finger on what was wrong, until I got to the house. I never lived in a house like that, and the Johnny Cash poster I have in Atlantis was there on the wall. And then when Dex and Mitch showed up...Turned out, the mist on that planet is a race of noncorporeal beings with the ability to get inside our heads. They allowed us to think we made contact with earth, and that we could worm hole back to the Milky Way. It was all an illusion.

Apparently whenever that stargate is activated, some of their race is sacrificed for the energy that is used. So in order to keep us from killing them, they provided illusions that were based on our thoughts and what not, and therefore not entirely accurate. I was the first to figure out something was wrong, which hey. Kudos to me.

In the end they accepted our promise not to use their energy to try and get home, because as I told him yeah, we want to go home, but not at the price of all those lives. Besides, we volunteered for the Atlantis Expedition, and I for one am not ready to turn my back on it. Not to go back to Earth, where there isn't all that much to go back to besides like football, pizza, and beer.

Alright, so I've been so busy at the clinic lately that I haven't really done anything fun or spent much time watching tv or anything like that. I had taken the weekend off from the clinic since it was my birthday on Saturday, intending to have a little me time and catch up on some Netflix or other streaming stuff and of course I ended up sleeping most of the weekend. I mean, I'm not complaining, because the sleep was really nice, but I still want to do some catching up on Netflix.

So, I haven't watched anything new recently and my question is, what's good out of the newer shows? I know that a lot of stuff has come out recently, but what does everyone recommend?

The baby doesn't have a name, yet. Rick's kind of gone off the rails, but who can blame him? Lori's dead and we got a little one to feed. Maggie and me went to ransack a day care, found some bottles and formula, and a opossum for the rest of us. I gave the baby her first bottle, called her Li'l Asskicker. It was a weird level of normalcy in the middle of our messed up lives.

While Maggie and me was out, I picked up a Cherokee Rose to lay on Carol's memorial. We ain't found her body, or seen her shuffling around like the undead, but ain't no way she survived that attack. I miss her. I woke up feeling heavy hearted and maybe even a little depressed. Morale's gonna tank if that baby don't make it.

I almost wish after this last Dream that I had been able to go to Petunia's wedding here just so I could find out if he's as much of an ass as Vernon in my Dreams. James and I went to dinner with Petunia and her fiance while we were on holiday from Hogwarts and it was just a nightmare from beginning to end. The men kept trying to impress either each other or us and competing the entire time and then Petunia brought up the magic part of things and the night got even worse somehow. Vernon referred to James and I as freaks and insisting that he and Petunia were clearly superior by virtue of not being able to do 'weird things' and Petunia backed him up. I know that my sister and I there, and here, have our differences but I'd always hoped for some reason that if it came down to it she'd still be in my corner and she wasn't.

As they left the restaurant, she told me that she couldn't have a freak in her wedding party so while I'll still be welcome to attend with a date, I'll be sitting in the pews. And she wasn't sure there'd be room for me with mum and dad with all the rest of the family attending but she'd try to make it happen.

Part of me hopes that I'll be allowed to skip attending this thing in the Dreams but I'm not going to hold my breath. Maybe I'll be surprised and it'll be a nice wedding and Petunia and I will actually get along for the day and Vernon will just have been having a bad night at dinner.

Oh fun. I have my own personal Warden. A big gun assigned to sneak up on me in the dead of night and try to startle me into breaking the laws of magic as per the White Council, so they can bring justice reigning down on me. Because I did break the Laws once, to save my own skin. But that's neither here nor there. Morgan wants me to fail, he wants to roast me.

And it doesn't escape notice he's more than capable of the murders I'm investigating. But then, technically, so am I. So that's not really much to go on. I just really don't like the guy, and he doesn't like me. It's clearly a mutual dislike. Problem is he's in a position of authority over me and one slip up could bring the Council down on me.

I doubt I'd get a slap on the wrist and a Warden looking over my shoulder a second time.

So... I'm starting to really wonder about this damn haunted house. Supposedly there was banging on the wall and I'd thought that it was Shirley doing it. Yet, my big sister wasn't doing any such thing. I really, really hate these dreams. That damn house is creepy enough as it is. Add banging on the walls to shit, that makes it worse.

I've been told I need to be social. So hi. I'm Kristoff, and this is my solid attempt at a social life that isn't just working at the hospital.

I feel almost bad breaking the heart of my neighbors dog. Every day he comes to my door with a ball or a toy for her and they play for a little while before his owners come to pick him up and he gives her a little lick before leaving. Unfortunately the first thing I did after the puppies were weaned and rehomed was get her fixed because I'm not going to breed her. And seeing how bad off she was when they brought her to me because of the unplanned pregnancy that her previous owner let happen? I wasn't going to put my sweet girl through that again.

You know... I'm not entirely sure what is going on but it feels... colder somehow. I'm not sure how, exactly, but it does. I'm going to have to invest in more sweaters.

Also, I'm pretty sure that no one keeps ledgers for bootlegging anymore.

Dream!Theo also seems to be more into reading books than having tea parties with little sisters too.

Took a train to Denver, Colorado to get a car and then drove to Kansas from there.

So DreamJake knows sign language. Which means that is no different from what I, myself, know. But he's been gone from Jericho for five years. Told his best friend that he had been around in the Army, but was only there to see his grandpa.

Well, his mom is better at understanding than the old man. Something about money for a clean start, grandpa gave the old man control over it. But DreamJake didn't stick around, he had to leave to go to San Diego the next day or be there by then, at any rate.

ALSO, OW. DreamMe had his car hit by someone because we both saw some kind of smoke off in the distance.

Car crashes suck. Also, those injuries? Slipped through the dreams. So, even more OW.

Dream!Jake is limping around, found a school bus full of kids. Wherever he was at before all of this? He has some kind of medical training. He did a tracheotomy on a little girl and used straws taped together to help her breathe. Supposedly he learned it in military school.

He did, however, manage to get the bus back to town. Despite the injuries.

[Sheppard]

We might need a hospital.

I swear sometimes the hardest part of my job is people thinking that google is better at my job than I am.

I completely understand that open heart surgery is terrifying but it's a pretty common procedure. Tumeric root is not going to help a leaky heart or three blocked arteries.

I'm not usually one for this social media stuff, but I figure what the hell. I've just moved to town, and I don't know anyone, so here I am. Name's Hopper. Career cop, recently retired after getting shot. Came here from San Fran to start a new chapter of my life.

So. Who wants to show an old dog around town?

A new year is upon us!

That means a new hot yoga classes every Friday night (Sign up quickly or you won't have a place) and Saturday mornings starting on the 15th and regular classes are starting Monday on the 11th.

For the new year comes a speacil! 12-month Membership for 80 dollars! All classes are included, but Membership fees are non-refundable. Please keep that in mind if you decide to take the deal.


I look forward to working with you!

Well I just disproved my theory that I could avoid whatever was coming next in the Dreams by napping in the break room at work. At least I already knew that this development was coming - I started dating James. I just wish I didn't already know how that's going to end for us and could just enjoy getting to watch it.

Although maybe knowing will help when I get there.

The barista accidentally made my coffee wrong and added peppermint shots to it. I didn't realize until I was back at the hospital.

I'm not even mad about it and now I feel like I've been missing out on something. Too bad I didn't try this magical drink before now.

I'll never understand people, I think. If you have only one thing and there are multiple lanes open, including four self checkouts, why would you pick to stand behind the one person that has a full buggy? If he'd come up behind us BEFORE we started ringing, I probably would let him go through to be polite. But the cashier had already started ringing us up when he came up with one jar of salsa and took a look at our overflowing buggy and just went "Really?" Which... I didn't think much of, honestly. Our family has two grown men and two growing kids and we're doing our shopping for the week. We go through a LOT of food! I get it, I wouldn't want to stand behind us either.

But I'd have gone to look for a different line. And instead he just stood there behind us, staring, while he occasionally banged on the counter with his jar of salsa. Which then turned into him letting out these loud grunts that sounded like a dying donkey. I was trying to ignore it because I had the girls with me and I didn't want to make a scene. Well, more of a scene than he was already making.

...Meanwhile Laurel is definitely Amycus' daughter, because she finally turned around and looked at him and said "You're rude!"

And that's when I lost it. Because as much as I was trying to hold onto my composure and ignore his antics, I couldn't after that. Luckily he didn't say anything to her about what she said or to me as I'm laughing like an idiot. I think only because we were done and could make our escape back out into the parking lot before he could say anything. I really hope the cashier got to go on break after she was done with him.

It was fun explaining to my husband at dinner why our daughters kept going "UUUHHHGH" to each other and breaking out into giggles at dinner, though.

Randomly did up some Christmas lights near by for a house that didn't have any after doing ours. It was an old lady who wanted them and didn't have anyone to help her in the first place. She tried to pay, but I refused. Now I have lots of home made gingerbread instead. Probably more than one person can actually handle.

Due to the holidays, I'm extending and adding an extra mediation class at night.

Members get first pick for spots, what's left over is open for visitors or those who pay at every class.

I would like to express, this doesn't have to be a stressful time.

Do what makes you feel good and stay away from what or who doesn't.

Sometimes the holidays will provoke sadness, it's okay! Cry if you need to, hermit away if you need to, just know that it's your right to and find someone you can talk to, if you need to talk. You can even message me if you'd like, I'm hardly ever without my device.


I just want to wish everyone peace, mindfulness, and to know you are not alone, even if you feel like it.

I actually had a customer complain that we don't have 'Black Friday deals' on cocktails. My god, I hate people more and more with each passing day.

I know that this is California, and under normal circimstances she won't need one. But this is also Orange County, and it never hurts to be prepared. Does anyone know where I can get cat sized sweaters? I know they make them for dogs, in fact I think I saw Ziggy hiding when Will mentioned them. But if we have a weird cold snap, my little house goblin will actually need one since she's hairless. And I just want to have them on hand before winter gets here.

I hope everyone had a happy Thanksgiving! I'm happy to say that we did not have as many people coming into the clinic this year with holiday related injuries as we have in the past. Either people are getting smarter when it comes to cooking or they all went to the hospital instead. Of course I hope it's the former. I've never really understood why there are so many more incidents on holidays, but I've definitely seen my fair share of crazy injuries on the holidays both when I worked at the hospital and currently at the clinic. Here's hoping that we see even less injuries over the Christmas holidays.

Well if I'm stuck reliving boarding school in my Dreams at the very least it's a magical one and I've finally reached 7th year in them. Being named Head Girl was a nice surprise, an even bigger surprise was James being named Head Boy. He skipped the step of being named Prefect for our house but that shouldn't surprise anyone who knows him - rules seem to not be an issue for him there. Lucky bastard

Just a friendly reminder that if you don't know how to properly deep fry a turkey, don't. Or if you decide to try, make sure your fire extinguishers are charged.

When Nico went all out last month and filled our entire house with Halloween decorations, he told me that meant I got to take care of Christmas decorating. Even if decorating is his job he literally went to school for, fair is fair.

...So, I ordered this. And now I just need to figure out what color christmas ornament goes best with "all of them".

I've always had intense dreams probably from the drugs but that was...It felt real. Too real. I don't like it.

On the 30th, Crescent Yoga Studio is going to have a masked meet and greet for our members.

It will start at 8pm till 10pm! There will be a food, tables to eat, drink and chat at. You must wear and masked, but you don't have to dress up in costume. However there will be a custom contest!

Let's talk about dream awkwardness.

I'm very in love with my husband, but my dreams have me starting a relationship with one of my best friend in real life.

These Dreams are a special sort of madness once they start aren't they? Just flooded by them...and letters from no one I recognize flooding my house being delivered by Owls. Didn't know anyone used birds to deliver things in modern times anymore. Dream uncle went insane, wouldn't even let me have one. There were hundreds at least. Made us move to some lighthouse island to escape them.

What kind of family starves their adopted son and forces them to live in a cupboard barely the size of a crawl space under the stairs with bloody spiders?

So, I might just forgo my writing for a bit. Most of my writing requires quite a bit of research and I just don't have the drive for that right now. I know there's friends I can ask, but I just can't.

Which means trying to find things to do because walking with this damn thing is painful and I just... need something.

I'm sure I'll find something else to preoccupy my mind. Or use old research, but anything new isn't bound to happen.

I realize being a lawyer you deal with a lot of people out of court, you actually try to settle before you go before a judge.

Sitting at the table for a deposition, the man kept referring me to as a child.


Sir, I'm here to take your statement, I'm the lawyer who is sitting opposite of you, not a child.