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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 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 dream me is maintaining this blackmail the cop thing. I just have a really bad feeling about that. But it's not like I can sit my dream self down and have a chat. All I can do is wait and see how it plays out. Even if I have a feeling it's all going to blow up in my face.

It's been a bit since I had any dreams. Last one dealt with me taking out my enemies. This one? Has me becoming chief of my tribe and them practically worshipping me like a goddess. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

So, has anyone on this network ever heard of a place called Panem? That's where I was in my dream last night. The dream was hyper realistic, like really insanely felt like it was real. I know a lot of people here have crazy dreams, but this was definitely the most real feeling dream I've ever had.

Well, that one was fun. Thought we had an ally. They were just trying to use us for weapons and intel. We met a population of people called the Genii. Cowen is their leader. I have a feeling letting him live was a mistake.

I really wish I was older so I could drink, because these dreams are driving me to the edge.

My dream persona is a swarmy bastard. Attempting to blackmail a cop, because I'm sure that's going to work out for me oh so well.

Well... that dream was a bit of a doozy. Dream!Me rose from the dead, took her axe and killed three of her enemies. THEN she led her companions into victory.

My dream self continued to resist sleep. Started having hallucinations of a tattooed guy in a corn field. The field is a common theme in my dreaming dreams. Not sure what it means. Maybe I should check into the symbolism. Or maybe not. Not sure I want to know.

Anyway, Samson convinced me to take him into town. Almost wrecked the truck because I could barely keep my eyes open. We went to the Templar lodge, or whatever it's called, looking for info. Those guys were as tight lipped as they come. We got exactly nothing, and walked away with a feeling like there was definitely something there. We just didn't find it.

Back at camp, I took an ice bath to try and stay awake. Gabe found me. Somehow he has kept up the ruse of his broken arm. But he carried me to his mother's trailer. And, yeah. Ruthie and me, we got a thing going. And she totally used her influence to make me finally give in to sleep. Even though I resisted, and tried to tell her how bad it is. Not just seeing Scudder. But the corn field, the running, always running.

I never seem to stop running. I know these dreams within dreams are trying to tell me something, but I have no idea what that is. I just wake up exhausted.

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.

Got the dog checked out at the vet. He's deaf and blind, and pretty old, but he's reasonably healthy.

Just need a name for him now. Didn't stick around at my dream dad's place long enough to ask what the pup's name was.

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The lost and found is rather full again at the club sine the holidays are over.

I suggest if you've think you might have lost something while bar hopping, you have to till Friday inquire about it and than it's gone.

My darling wife binge watched Bridgerton and now wants me to go around talking like the main heroic lead, whispering such nonsense as 'I burn for you'. I don't trust I wont find an outfit on my bed in time.

I just got a thank you gift from the local Chinese place for my continued support..apparently paying off my tab helped put the owners kid through college. Not sure if that's good or bad.

My 'brother' in the dreams, the kid called Junior, showed up at my door looking for a place to stay. With his girl. Who looks super familiar to me. Like I can't place it, but there's something. Anyway, we went for a hike, and I took them to a cave. It's a place for Mike to hide if the police zero in on him for that murder he committed. That I'm basically helping him cover up. Yeah. Not real thrilled with that whole storyline, but dream me is determined to help Mike get away with it.

We all went swimming in the lake where the dead kid is buried. Maybe not the smartest move, but it's not like we're gonna dive down to the bottom. The kids have no idea he's there. Mike got a little frisky with the girl, Junior took exception and Mike held him under the water. Would have killed him too, probably if I hadn't stopped him.

After Christmas is always crazy for me. My daughter turned 4 on December 29th, and I highly object to this. Her Uncle Klaus took her to Disneyland for her birthday. I swear that child is the only person alive that can get him to wear a Mickey hat and take pictures with the characters with her.

Then there was New Years. The first time my little one managed to stay up til midnight. We took her out to the driveway and she got to bang pots and pans and yell Happy New Year and under our supervision help set off a few small (legal) fireworks left over from 4th of July.

All three bars did amazing on New Years. Vegas especially killed it with their celebrations.

So now we have relative quiet for awhile. I'm grateful for that.

These dreams are going to drive me to drink.

So you know how before Halloween I usually bug everyone here about the local Rocky Horror midnight showing and I didn't this year? There was a reason for that. This year's musical at school IS The Rocky Horror Show, and I got the part of Columbia! I figured I'd let someone else take her for the RHPS shadow cast this year and focus my energy on being the best Columbia I can be on stage. As usual, the first showing will be in December, and I'm looking forward to seeing all of you there! (Thomas, can you distract my parents from... any parts you know they're not going to want to watch? Thanks!)

Finally met with the client who called me in the first dream I had. She wants me to track down her husband. Recently got into magic, and has been missing for three days. She gave me $500, a picture, and a dead scorpion on a string. So yeah. That's interesting.

Good to know I'm as hung up on certain things in the dream as I am in my actual life.

Both versions of me are a hot mess.

So I'm back from getting Inari and Emma settled in LA, signing the paperwork for the office space for Raith productions, all those responsible type things. Now to try to convince Kat and Enzo to give me back our bear and talk Harry into moving into the compound with me since I'm not used to living on my own get settled back in my house.

[Harry]

I have a question for you.

My kid's been helping me figure this network out, and I can't help but think how different my childhood would have been if I'd had access to something like this. It feels a bit too much. I'm glad we didn't have this shit when I was young. I mean, sure, the convenience of everything right at your fingertips is nice, but it's also overwhelming. And cluttered. And yeah. It's too much.

Anyway. i had a hyper realistic dream last night. It honestly felt more like a memory, even though it wasn't. I was living the life of some washed up karate has been, struggling with just everything. My car got hit, and the tow took it to the place owned by my teenage rival. He'd won a karate tournament against me when we were kids, with an illegal kick. Funny thing, it was the same punk ass who won a boxing match against me when we were kids.

Yeah, I don't even know what to think about all of that.

The dream I had last night was super intense, but also kind of anticlimactic. Dream me does this thing called a soulgaze, and I can see into a person's soul. Down side is, what is seen can never be unseen. And the other person sees into my soul too. Like the true essonce, what's real beneath all the masks and costumes we wear, all that bull shit just goes away.

Some big bad mobster or whatever offered me money, lots of money, not to investigate the death from my last dream. I turned him down, even though I wanted, and needed, the money. I don't accept bribes or whatever. I got out of the car and hopefully made it to my next appointment on time.

Well this was an interesting day - and not in a good way. I spent all day on the phone with my bank and with a company named Remitly that I'd never heard of before trying to get my money back after someone set up an account in my name and transferred almost 50000 dollars to someone I've never even heard of. They were able to reverse one of the charges but they're not sure about the other one yet.

The last time I saw anyone angerclean was back in 8th grade when Mom saw my F in pre-algebra. But the past few days have been a weird trip down memory lane because that's what Alice is doing with her post break-up energy. She's getting rid of so much stuff, and I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad thing. I've never seen her closet have this much room in it before? But she's got four huge boxes of things to donate to charity. And I've lost track of just how much stuff we've been taking pictures of for her to list on LaceMarket.

I had planned on watching the Supreme Court: Confirmation hearing for Amy Coney Barrett, but honestly, it's a sham, the whole country knows it.

22 Days till elections. Other things going on in the world and they thought this was the right time to do it?

Nothing like waking up crying out due to the searing pain as another mark shows up on your leg.

Nine told me it was going to happened, I just didn't know when Five would kill Eight and now it's happened. At least the team got me out of there, I finally back with my family, minus Eight. He was such a gentle soul, better than me, minus Ella and Seven of course.

I wish these dreams would wrap up.

I think Emma is starting to teeth, her gums look red and she's been crying nonstop for the last 12 hours.

I might have even joined her for an hour.

I have tried everything I can think of.

Why am I dreaming about turning 8 years old, and waking up feeling like I actually lived it.

Remember when the Hump Day commercials were all the rage? I kinda miss those days. Maybe because I was a lot younger, and more innocent back then cause I was just a kid. Adulting is hard, man.

When you miss seeing your brother in law more than your brother...do you have a problem?

Just kidding I love them both equally.

Simon, perhaps we should take a week off and go bother them on their travels?


The cafe going through a bit of a slump right now, hopefully things pick up soon


I'm taking orders for Thanksgiving pies and cake the first weekend in October, if you want to order one, figure out what kind you'd like soon.

Raith's Productions is official.

...And already received a phone call from a lawyer. Didn't do anything wrong, it was more like a warning from dad, but he can't call himself.


We are now accepting scripts or ideas for movies and tv shows, if anyone is interested.

Part of me was hoping when I saw the headline that signs of life were found on the planet Venus, that maybe they saw the ruins of my castle or something, but nope. Just chemicals in the clouds.

Well, that was an interesting dream.

Anyone else ever wake up puking because of what you saw in your sleep?

Yeah, that...was unpleasant.

Honestly, whenever I think my dreams can't possibly get any worse, they do. We decided that we're going to try and take out Negan and the Saviors on our own so we tried to recruit another community that we had recently found out about. We figured they would join us mostly because Negan had already terrorized them by killing all the men in their community, but their leader refused. We took their guns though, because Negan had taken most of ours. We promised to bring them back.

Then of course, when it came time to put our plan into action we were betrayed by another group we had recruited and Rick and his son were almost killed by Negan, but luckily, at the last minute Maggie and I and the rest of Hilltop as well as King Ezekiel and The Kingdom showed up and we helped run Negan and the Saviors out of Alexandria. Of course there were some casualties and our ultimate plan failed, but we survived. I just know that Negan is going to retaliate even harder now. And I still don't trust Gregory. He'll sell us out in second if it means saving himself.

I honestly don't see this fight ending for awhile. I can only pray that we don't lose anyone else either to Negan or the walkers. But what are the odds of that happening?

Fuck sake, but dreams time jump like crazy.

Than ended up with me chopping off Uncle John's fingers.

I kinda felt bad about it when i woke up.

Hey. Pretty awesome. Woke up to the EMF meter from my dreams. The one I made. As long as it continues to not make any noise...I’m good.

Okay so another dream. Sammy and I were investigating something that sounded like the Hook Man urban legend. I get to go find the unmarked grave and dig it up to salt and burn the body while my brother gets to keep an eye on the cute girl. I think I got the crap end of the deal here.

We saved the girl, vanquished the spirit and another case solved. Still not any closer to finding our dad.

Gym's finally reopened after the remodel. I'm really excited about it. It feels so much more open and spacious and hopefully inviting to new clients. I'm running a special on new memberships, first month free, months two and three 50% off. Come down and check us out at [Location]. Grand opening celebrations this weekend, with food and games and prizes to be won.

We can add shape shifters to the catalog of monsters I've encountered in the dreams. Really didn't need that experience.

Since Enzo is stuck babysitting Thomas' bear, Mare has been begging to go over and see 'Big Doggy' again after Enzo and Katherine's wedding last month.

Thomas, Mare is totally going to steal that bear from you. She's more gentle than a damn golden retriever.

While okay, this cake being animated when spun is kinda cool.... who puts popcorn on cake? And why is this in my recommended? I appreciate the pacmen, I kind of want my own animated pacman cake for my birthday now. Just... popcorn?

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.

One of my customers left a beat up old copy of Dangerous Liaisons at the bar a few weeks ago, so I've been reading it when business is slow and I have nothing else to do.

I have to say, I am surprised that at least three of the main characters are straight up (pun definitely intended) bi. They're not even the slightest bit shy about it. Who knew that pre-Revolution France was so liberated?

My dreams are so weird.

I'm a PS on a set for porn, that my sister is a part of...


Honestly, I think it has to be lack of sleep.

I see a lot of people talking about dreams. I had one last night that was so realistic I'm still trying to process it. I was working in an office, anxietized about how I was going to make rent, when a mailperson showed up. he was evidently a new guy on the route, and he was amused by the signage on my office door. Claimed I was a wizard, and after he left I got a phone call from a woman wanting me to investigate her husband's disappearance. And then I got a phone call from a detective on the police force wanting me to consult on a special interest case. I'm honestly still kind of WTFing about it.

This whole network thing is weird. It's all about dreams. I have them, not that they are interesting. I got a role and it was run by people who turned into man-hungry snakes as in Anaconda snakes. I don't think that is what people are talking about.

I also might need a second job. Rent isn't cheap or free.

I forgot how exciting it is to open boxes packed for moving, and finding things you forgot you had.

I don't sleep in my dreams.

Sure would be nice if that carried through here.

Congrats, OC. It's a boy.

No, really. I have no idea how to introduce myself. I'm just...me.

Name's Harry. Made the move from Chicago to work as an ER nurse. I start July 19, which gives me almost two weeks to get settled.

Right, so. About me. I'm forever 29. I like long walks on the beach and building miniature models in my spare tme. Oh, and playing video games with my kidlet. She's 8, and more like me than I care to admit.

Is that good? I hope that's sufficient because I really don't know what else to say.