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Hard to believe that the last time I made a post on this network was in regards to Killian's ghost leaving boxers on my ceiling fan, right before we decided to voluntarily plunge ourselves to the Underworld and get him back. No one's dead this time around, and we've actually got some happy news to share.

Introducing little miss Meara Robin Jones, the new addition to our household.

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It's her 'I just woke up from a nap, what do you peasants want' face. We finalized her adoption the other day - it's not like I was cleverly hiding a pregnancy or anything. Things were kept under wraps in case it didn't go through, but here she is. Right now it's a bit of a full-house with Hans back in the area cooing over his new goddaughter, but if anyone wants to stop by and say hi (and hi to him, too), you're more than welcome.

Wow, just, wow. Now these hips just don't lie! And I definitely need to master that move at the end!

It seems at last I've joined the dream club. And wouldn't you know, of all things I dreamt of being a panther in the Indian jungle.

I got a question for other domestic types new and old.

Curio cabinets! Just how important are they?

Do people usually just up and vanish around here? Is it a problem connected with the Dreams? If not, I think one of my friends skipped town with no explanation and I'm really just... Baffled.

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.

My top secret plan to acquire a cat while my husband is out of town is complete. He will be utterly surprised and not suspect a thing.

This is Shadow, which is what the shelter named him. And Shadow he will stay until my husband comes up with a better name, because I'm not good at that kind of thing.

He's my fierce little panther and I love him already. He sleeps on my stomach.

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Finally my dream pregnancy is over with. Apparently 3 years in the future I am still playing mom with the twins and taking them to New Orleans. Doesn’t seem like one of my better ideas.

But anyway glad to no longer have to dream about actually being pregnant. That was just too weird and came with the worst symptoms ever.

I can’t decide what was weirder. Having a dead woman’s babies transported into my womb, or the fact that I actually had a baby shower for them where my ex boyfriends attended. Because really who invites ex boyfriends to their baby shower? Hell, who even has a baby shower for kids that aren’t theirs?

Goddesses, it's been forever since I've posted on here - I was preparing to make some advertisements on different networking websites but I figured I'd extend the offers to my favorite corner of the internet.

In preparations and launch off in regards to the American branch of company, I've been drowning in paperwork and clients though I'm finally beginning to see the end of the tunnel. Some staff hired from the beginning didn't pan out (living in a place that has a penchant of throwing demons your way will do that to you) so I'm in need of administrative assistants! And a personal one for myself, actually.

I'm a fairly dream-friendly employer. Days taken off work are not held against you if they're OC-related: from switching bodies to dream injuries and so forth. Benefits are included after a trial period. We've also built a bunker for environmental emergencies, should apocalyptic weather come our way or zombies attack.

I can also work around certain college schedules for you student-folks.

Dreams started over again, from the beginning this time. And Frisk started killing people. I don't know what's going on...why would they kill anyone? Why would they kill their friends? And how do things keep starting over?? This doesn't make any sense. Has anyone else's dreams ever restarted and gone different or...whatever is going on her?

Whoo! My darling niece took me out for my first real run in ages. Though "run" might be a generous term for it. Midna ran while I tried keeping up.

She's got this whole routine planned out to get me back into some kind of shape.

(Though round is technically a shape, thank you)

She swears up and down she could sign me up for one of those pole dancing exercise classes but I don't think anyone needs to see all of this me trying to make his way around a pole, much less a whole group of people.

No, we'll stick with some running and some yoga, see where that gets us.

So my fellow Princess and lifemate is totally the best because look what she got me:

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Isn't he the most precious, ginormous baby?? His name's Link! He's a wolfdog hybrid, from a rescue up in Lake Tahoe. But he looks a lot like the Link in my dreamworld, who appeared as a divine beast meant to help save the Twili kingdom. I basically spent a lot of time riding him and hanging out in his shadow, in imp form, but he's a good kid.

I just wanted to show him off. Nothing new to report, but hey, congrats to all the college people who have finished their exams! Never bothered with the college thing but I'm pretty certified in Arabic now so I'll start volunteering at the Arab Community Center for Economic and Social Services. And to think this time last year I was still on the pole.

Which is actually good exercise, by the way. I've given pole dancing lessons before, highly recommend them.

I suppose between Orson and Midna, joining this was inevitable. It seems to be interesting for lack of a better term. In the spirit of introduction, hello, my name is Rama. I work in wildlife conservation, we've just opened up offices here in Orange County. I'm very much looking forward to getting to know it here.

By the flaming grace of my employer and his unwanted opinion of how I need 'more friends,' I'm going to make some kind of attempt for an intro post. Prepare to be awed.

Hi. I'm Megara. Meg for short. I'm here to browse through the drama. It goes hand in hand with social media, so make sure to link me to the extra juicy scandals. Points for the infamous baby daddy/mama dramas and vindictive divorces.

Thanks, internet. You're so swell.

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 have this feeling my dream life is never going to calm down. Because it turns out there's more things than just werewolves out there.

That awkward moment when your engagement ring from the dreams shows up, but you think your boyfriend is proposing.

Since today was national pet day I couldn't pass this opportunity up.

Peeta and I are now pet owners :)

For those of you who haven't seen him already here's the little guy.

( Sonic )

I really, really, really wish I was old enough to drink.

Does anyone have a completely happy ending, when their dreams come to an end?

It's not as if mine were psychologically scarring by any means. Both sets have ended bittersweetly, where evil (as cliche as it sounds) gets put down, but some things that have been broken along the way don't ever go back to being the same. My first one I caused an irreversible timesplit to save my kingdom and possibly ruined Link's life in one of them. Altering times does not come without its consequences even if it was for the 'bigger picture.'

This second one a link to a sister-realm was shattered. Quite literally, as the link was a mirror that brought you to the land of perpetual twilight. Both worlds have a chance to rebuild after Ganon and his whipped minion wreaked havoc on them. Maybe it won't be the last time I get to see my shadowy blue half there, but at least I have her here.

Doritos crumbs all over my bed as proof of her presence, anyway.

Though I suppose 100% happy sunshine endings aren't completely realistic, are they?

...I'm pretty sure I didn't go to sleep in the shower last night. I distinctly remember getting into bed. And it's weird because I had a dream that...well. I was hiding in the shower because of reasons. And that's where I woke up. In my pajamas. With the water running.

Why do I feel like I'm straight up losing my mind?

Valentine's Day is kind of depressing when you've never had a Valentine to share it with.

Today has begun with a most significant surprise.

If I am to remember the saying right, if I am never to dream again, it would be too soon. After a month of nothing but pleasant darkness, I am exasperated.

And then I come into my office tonight to find this garish clock has appeared.

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I've completely gone off the deep end. I've spent more time than what is likely necessary on my games. Between Fallout 4 and Phantom Pain, and the fact my job is at night, I've probably not seen the sun completely in three weeks. I might be turning into a vampire.

Wait, vampires are real here aren't they? Right... uh... sorry, no vampire-face.

Things my dreamself learned: Avoiding loss/hurt doesn’t work out. I could have told you that Dream!Caroline. Would have saved me a lot of trouble in this world too.

Things I have recently learned: It’s not a good idea to go 24 hours without feeding eating. Probably should have known that one already. Whoops?

Speaking of food. A little over a week till Thanksgiving! I only get a few days off of school but I’m so ready for the break.

It's a little odd to dream through the eyes of my reincarnated self. Who is also apparently descendant of myself? My second dreams don't show an alternate version of my first, but it's a new life in the future, from the time stream that involved stopping Ganon before he was ever to curse the kingdom. Though I may have done more damage than he did with the time split I created--

And right before my coronation as Queen, someone decides to descend on Hyrule with intentions of taking over. I chose to surrender to spare the people, and then came the Twilight. I'm a holed up princess in a tower (because that's not cliche at all!) when this wolf-pup and cute little imp pay me a visit.

Midna, your imp pot belly is precious.

So...I'm thinking of taking up pole dancing?

Thoughts Damian?

I very nearly feel as if I should be offended.

I found it. Didn't think I actually would, but I did. I can't believe it was here.

Now, unfortunately, I don't know where here is... it's all really a haze. I can't be sure I'm really even awake. It's cold, too, and I'm hungry...

I probably should be trying to figure out where I am instead of talking on this thing, I just figured I'd let people know I'm alive.

I should have moved to San Francisco.

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.

the fuuuuuck. this whole dreamshit is on fucking speed right now. nazis, dead bodies everywhere, public shootings, getting a pizza thrown in my face by some dipshit kid that we kidnapped and the spanish maid that has a machine gun disguised as an umbrella that shoots up my favorite watering hole ever.

i hope i kill the bitch.

also there's a grenade launcher on my bed that i didn't obtain illegally, or legally, or at all. it fucking world traveled, so come the fuck on, next spider that emerges from the pacific.

I am now the proud owner of a boomerang, and a slingshot.

I also think I need to see a doctor, my head won't stop pounding, and I keep getting dizzy. Granted, my job doesn't pay medical, so there's that too.

Further, I'm actually intending to start playing through Assassin's Creed: Unity. I know it's supposed to be a broken ass game, but I need something to entertain me in my long, boring ass lonely nights after work.

[Private to Midna]

Was that offer of moving in still up there? Navi sent me an invitation too, in case my coming over was too much of a burden and you were just offering to be nice. Which, is awesome of you, but, I just--look I'm totally not good at this. I just want to make sure everything's cool before I just 'hey, I'm here'.

Also... if it's still cool, when can 'hey I'm here' can be 'here'?

I'm really beginning to dislike my dreams. They're making my head feel foggy, and I can't sleep very long with them, and of course my head hurts everytime I wake u too. What's getting worse, is that now my dreams are starting to feel more, present? Rather than just memories. The other night... the other night's one was really weird.

I won't go into too much detail about it with everyone, of course, but let's just say... it stuck out. It felt different than the usual dreams. Felt more like a ... like a warning.

Meh, whatever, I'll survive.

At any rate, I need to find a roommate at some point. My job's definitely not paying enough for my rent, and I'm beginning to sense I'll be deeply over my head at some point, and will likely end up living in a sewer drain, eating half-eaten, moldy McDonald's cheeseburgers to survive. I wonder if enough free ketchup packets will kill the taste of disease?

This place is like the biggest freaking asshole ever. How is it that 1. I'm officially nocturnal, 2. I can't go out in the daytime without shriveling up and dying (seriously, already tried that one with a fancy ring), and 3. My tribal tattoos just randomly appeared and yet none of my tribe's magic has touched me at all? Like, I can't do shit. Come on, Orange County.

It's reaaaaaally lonely when you have 3959294 hours to kill during the night but luckily I still have my night job. I'm just not dancing anymore, I'm managing the club. Before you ask, no, it's not really all that great to look at tits and asses constantly and I was making more dancing than I am running the place.

( Vlad )

Premonitions are odd things. Last month I felt coldness and dread, flashes of darkness and gold. Nothing cohesive that made sense, because that would be far too simple, wouldn't it?

Now it's anger. Hatred and violence. Red. Knowing I'm not the only one sensitive to foreboding upcoming events, has anyone else felt anything? It's gotten me anxious and jittery and this caffeinated black tea isn't exactly helping.

These dreams give little reprieve, no? I feel I have barely ended one set when a new begins. These new ones seem much like my first, apart from some changes in persons. At the very least, I have some idea of what to expect at the end of them.

I just had the worst possible dream, ever. No bright side to that one. Except that it was just a dream.

Also woke up to this. I think I might be just a little big for it though.

If anyone needs me I'll be at my mom's.

Oh my god. What in the actual hell happened to my reflection?!

How does a reflection just disappear? How do you not have one?! I can't even Google 'why the fuck don't I have a reflection' because that just doesn't happen.



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Okay, I googled it and I'm either a vampire or a ghost. Or I don't exist and am typing this from some existential plane. Still. Really not amusing.

Totally got a wallet's worth of rupees though. Not the Sri Lankan currency, unfortunately, more like various colored gems. So I guess that means overall it's useless, much like having no reflection and my eyeliner looks like crap today.

It's oddly comforting that this spider is doing a mating dance. What's really funny is that it reminds me so much of guys at bars. HEY LADY HEY PRETTY LADY LOOK AT ME LOOK LOOK LOOK

But seriously, this is the cutest spider and I wish spiders liked kisses.

I still have not beaten Batman. I have not beaten Batman, because I have spent the better part of my days trying to hunt down Riddler trophies. What does that mean? That means I get bored, get distracted, and end up playing something else. I get the whole collectible thing, but don't make it necessary. Arrrrgh.

Still, it's fun.

That being said, I'm taking a break from Video Gaming for a bit, so I need something to do. People, shower me with entertainment!

Well isn't this just peachy. Black clouds, frowning at me, nothin' but black clouds. Or whatever, I don't know, it worked for song...

Anyway, what's up with this day? First I wake up from some... interesting dreams to say the least. And then... this?

I have visited the beach at night. The results are thus: people are extremely receptive to strangers if they are accompanied by a handful of mates. I earned several dollars offering to create miniature sand castles for them in the dark, money of which I have since donated. Now, a collective mass has contributed to the less fortunate. I am not certain if this qualifies as 'doing something crazy,' but I thought my task accomplished as one couple threw sand at me, somewhat cruelly, and I recall the adjective used in lieu of other much more unnecessary expletives.

Are we truly living in a world where we must be leery of every suit-wearing lunatic on the beach?

Managed to survive the 4th alright. Since this is the first time in a long time I've been a civilian during the 4th, I wasn't really all that sure how I'd do with fireworks, firecrackers and the errant handgun going off in celebration. Nor was I sure how well I'd do in large crowds of unpredictable people I didn't know.

I am pleased to report that even though the louder fireworks made me jump, there was nothing really triggering about them, which I'm happy about. I loved this holiday as a kid; the parades, the cook-outs and barbecues, the fireworks, everything about it is what makes summer summer for me. Knowing that I can still enjoy fireworks is something of a relief.

Still not sure about the crowds though. I entertained the idea of going out and watching a parade, but couldn't quite get up the nerve. Too many people packed too close together, I guess. I'm going to work on getting over that, because I would like to see a parade, dammit. Its just going to take more practice, more forced going outside to places people gather like....I don't know...shopping malls, I guess? People gather there, right?

I am a little relieved that I wasn't the only one around here a little uneasy about the 4th and all that comes with it. For those who had a good time, I'm glad. For those who chose to avoid it like I did, I hope you came out safe in the end.

It seems now I cannot be in sunlight. Which is unfair, I think, as my first dreams gave me the impression I would be fine with it. I will count the days until winter and nights are longer.

And I have found a familiar face in my dreams, though I had not expected Mina to be the first to appear.

I made a poor decision. I spent way too much money on fireworks, I don't know if I have enough for food for the next couple of days.

Still, fireworks. I'll make do with these. I'm going to launch them off the top of my apartment complex. It's a flat roof up there, so I'm also bringing up some food, table, and chairs. I refuse to believe no one will join me, but there is a good chance I will be quietly launching fireworks into the abyss all by my lonesome.

This might be sad, but I'll enjoy it.

You're all invited though!

[Filtered to Zelda]

I figured out the song!

Finally. and I can't believe I didn't recognize it, it's pretty famous, but without the lyrics it was just stuck there and... damn it.

But whatever, this means you can serenade me to any song now!

[Filter to Navi]

So I've got some time tomorrow before Fireworks and festivities, mind if I swing by and help with whatever you may need help with?

Weird dreams last night. I guess my midnight enchilada nibble didn't agree with me. Whoops?

But flying in dreams is always fun, but the elves, those were new. YOU CAN CALL THEM HYLIAN ALL YOU WANT DREAMS THEY'RE FRICKIN' ELVES.

Hello, crazy forum. Gotta say, it's nice to read about other people flipping the fuck out over a killer spider instead of just being on the outside and seeing its ugly, hairy self plastered on the front of supermarket tabloids. Since I'm here now, tell me what the weirdest shit you've encountered or seen is. So I know what I'm getting into.

My name's Midna. I work at a club in Anaheim, I think some of you have come by before, haven't you? Don't be shy.

By the way, Zelda, Road Kill from the Bandidos says 'yo' to you and the tall drink of water who is missing a sock.

Okay, but consider this....

Fireworks only on one holiday a year.

We could always be more original and pick something else for Labor Day.

THANK.