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Can they just go away now? I don't need to listen to their every little... well, whatever. Some of them are even speaking languages I don't understand.

I can't believe the peeps came back.

Dream me blames Five for Patch's death, and I'm on a revenge mission to kill the idiots who killed her. Of course Klaus provided a distraction, by starting a bar brawl. The only good thing was that sitting in the car with him after, I saw one of the idiots I'm gunning for, and followed him back to a hotel. But they got the jump on me, and managed to shoot me in the arm while they made their get away.

These dreams are a real doozy.

With April Fool's tomorrow I've been trying to come up with some fun fake out foods. I found this giant pinterest list - here and I'm definitely working on some of them tonight.

I'm not going to spoil the surprise if any of you stop by tomorrow, but don't trust your eyes.

So a while back, I had a dream where I met a girl at the bus stop. She was headed to California. Ran into her again, in Chicago. Something about it didn't sit right, and it turns out she is a scorcerer. She'd called up some shadow demons, called Daēvas. She caught me and Dean, but we were really just bait, she was fishing for our dad.

We finally saw him, reunioned with him for a hot minute. The Daēvas attacked, but we got away from them. And then parted ways with Dad. He's on a revenge mission to kill the demon that killed my mom, but you know. Has no idea how to actually kill a demon. Insists he has to do it alone, for now.

It's a lot to process. But in other news. I'm starting a new job with a new firm in a week and a half. So there's that too.

I finally understand why Klaus' dream last month freaked him out so much. I mean, aside from being kidnapped and tortured, seeing so many ghosts like that would freak anyone out. Not me apparently though, but then again I'm also a ghost, in the dreams. So other ghosts don't exactly freak me out. But I can understand why it might traumatize someone else cause if I were in that situation and I wasn't a ghost, I'd definitely have been traumatized.

So. Aliens. I mean I'm not surprised that aliens happened in my dreams considering I'd dreamed about their arrival before but they kidnapped someone very important to me so I had to go rescue him with a bunch of other teenage heroes, including one who looked an awful lot like me, just blond.

I have a dream twin. Which kind of makes sense? I have a twin here too, I've just never met him.

I can't help but feel like such a voyeur, in my dreams. Since I'm a ghost no one but Klaus can see me so no matter what we're doing, I'm just watching everyone else while they have no idea that I'm there. While Klaus was talking to Five, I was right there. While everyone was arguing about what to do about mom. And when those two people broke into the house and all hell broke lose, I couldn't do anything to help cause not only am I a ghost, but I was also stuck with Klaus who was busy getting high and taking a bath. Seriously, being stuck with Klaus is not always a picnic.

Then they took Klaus, which I'm guessing is going to lead into the dream my brother recently had. I can safely say that I'm not looking forward to that one.

Wow, how is January almost over???

My dreams are shit, which is common around here, just trying to survive not dying at the hands of another teenager while that's the whole point of being stuck in an Arena. I joined a group of total douche-bags, but I know it's only a matter of time before we all have to turn on each other. They're far more concerned with killing my district-mate, Katniss, which I don't really want to happen so I'm trying to subtly keep them from accomplishing that.

In other news, with Valentine's Day on the horizon feel free to stop by Mellarky for cakes, cupcakes, pies, chocolates, and basically anything you could want for your Valentine, Galentine, or to treat yourself.

I'm going to be doing those big chocolate hearts you break with a mallet for Valentine's Day weekend starting on Friday the 12th. See here for the Walmart version and I promise mine will be better, haha.

Whoever they are they've been beating me senseless for 10 hours.

Also, dream me is a kinky son of a bitch. That's just... weird. Dream me is also of the mind that no one will give a shit about me and won't come to get me and/or find me.

Ben's a ghost. I hate Ben being a ghost! There's also a ghost there in the room with me and my torturers. Some Russian lady.

(Dream me is also having a fit that the bad guys are destroying his drugs.)

Ben keeps telling me to be strong.

Also, that sucks! It showed me when I was younger. Dad had left me in a mausoleum or something, in the dark for WAY too long. "Have you mastered your fear of the dead, Number Four?" (This only came about because I was trapped in a damn closet while the bad guys were gone for hours. Pretty sure he's also going through withdrawal but it's mainly the claustrophobia)

Dream me is sober. So, I can see the ghosts better. Talking to a Zoya, who was a victim of my kidnappers.

Their names are Hazel and Ca-Ca.

Shit. Diego, I'm sorry!

Also, WHAT THE HELL WAS IN THAT BRIEFCASE, IT ZAPPED ME... SOMEWHERE! (Also, the lady on the bus was oogling Dream!me, but then again, I was still only in a towel.)

First it was the tattoo. Now it's the mask and uniform.

I do not like this Umbrella Academy stuff. At all.

So, not to be the person that jinxes us for Christmas but what’s the bets something weird and fucked up is going to happen before the end of this year?

Krampus or possessed christmas trees?

Turns out my dream persona got kicked out of the police academy. Probably because he's a cocky bastard who likes to act like he knows more than anyone else. But, I also think dream me is a pretty good detective. There's a detective who knows this, and blows me off anyway because apparently we had a thing. And it's over.

After I got arrested, and Eudora Patch let me go, I went to my little boiler room apartment at the gym. Someone was in there, but I knew it was one of my brothers. Luther. The one I like least. He has been harboring a suspicion that I killed our father, but now he knows I was boxing that night, and didn't do it. He and I aren't BFFs by any stretch, but it still hurts when your brother thinks, really believes, that you might have killed your dad.

For the record, my real dad isn't dead. That's only in the dreams.

Yeah, so it appears that I'm not only dead, in my dreams, but I'm a ghost and it appears that the only person who can see me is my brother, Klaus. We also have a talking chimp that lives in our house. I'm still not entirely sure how that's possible, but it has something to do with my dad. I have a lot of questions and no answers at all. Here's hoping my next dream will explain something instead of leaving me with more questions.

I didn't say anything on Halloween when I had the dream, because HALLOWEEN. But WHAT THE HELL DREAMS?!?

That was an intense dream and I hate it already. More than hate it. Like it's... no.

Gotta love that California air! Especially at night, but it's the best damn thing I've ever come home to. Other than a pair of punks that are AVOIDING ME! Okay, they're not. They're just going to make me live in this manor all on my lonesome.

So now that it's October, I have to ask, what is everyone's favorite scary movie? Scary. Horror. Halloween themed. Anything like that.

For me, it's the Scream movies, Gremlins and Corpse Bride.

Now that I've finally gotten all of the pieces for my Halloween village and set it up - yes I know I've covered every space with it Will and Hazel, you can do the same with a Christmas village - it's time for my actual favorite Halloween tradition: visiting the area thrift stores to buy all the little statues they have to turn into haunted statues for the kids scavenger hunt on Halloween.

[Private to Mal]

Want to come make some haunted statues with me?

So I've heard my brother, Diego, and a few other friends talk about this place so I figured I'd see what the big deal is. So what is the big deal? It seems like just a message board to me. I'd ask Diego, but he'd probably just make shit up. He's been known to do that.

While I'm doing this, I should introduce myself. I'm Ben Hargreeves and I'm a chef and fun fact, I have six siblings and we all have the same birthday and before you ask, no, we're not septuplets.