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You know, I'd like to be able to blame my strange dreams on pregnancy hormones but nope, nope I know better. I just would really like to not dream about giant spiders, or making my way through a sewer system in order to get from one place to another while having to deal with giant spiders.

Getting down to the wire now, or well, the last month finally. Part of me is ready while another isn't, but I guess that's a thing that all new moms experience. Right now I'm just enjoying every moment of peace I get and when I manage to find a comfortable position. Which, to be honest, it is not that often that I find a comfortable position.

I really do hate leaving Sherry, but I had to in order to go down into the basement area. I heard the chief scream not too long after I stepped out of the elevator, and ran down the hallway to find him. He was surprised, I think, that I'd made it as far as I had. He starts telling me how no one is leaving his town, and how everyone is going to die there. I tried to get him to calm down, but instead he raised his gun and started talking about how Umbrella had unleashed these monsters on his town.

Well, Umbrella is a dick dude, I know this first hand from my first set of dreams but we didn't have nearly as many actual mutations to worry about.

Irons then admitted he'd been working with Umbrella, big surprise there, and then he started spilling the beans on the G-Virus. Unlike the T-Virus it has more capability to change people into mutations, apparently, though I feel like something isn't really adding up. William Birkin, Sherry's father, was the one that created the virus. Just like I figured the monster that's been chasing us, or Sherry rather, is a product of the G-Virus and Irons thinks that Umbrella is trying to cover up its tracks. Of course they are, it's Umbrella.

Just as Irons was about to shoot me, he started screaming in pain and it was a real life Alien experience for me. Let's just say I won't have to worry about Irons, but I'm pretty sure whatever is down the next level isn't going to be friendly.

Nothing of note to report on the dream front. On the pregnancy front things are going well, and progressing as they should be. I'm exhausted after working on Thanksgiving day, it was a short shift, and yesterday even though we weren't that busy. I'm just glad to have this weekend off to recuperate with my swollen feet propped up.

We did have a great Thanksgiving with my family though, and I'm thankful that I have them here.

I am not looking forward to the glucose screening test I have scheduled for tomorrow morning. I'm also not looking forward to not getting to eat breakfast tomorrow morning either. Hopefully things will be normal and I won't have to have the three hour long test.

Nothing new in dreamland, thankfully enough. I'm curious though as to what's going on with the monster that's been chasing Sherry. I have a theory on who it might be, but I'm not exactly 100% sure yet on that. I guess we'll see once the dreams continue on for me.

Baxter Bakery is now taking pre-orders for Thanksgiving pies! We're here to serve all your Thanksgiving bread and pie needs. Don't wait to reserve your pie! We might run out! ;) Come on in and have a dollar off your Sparkling Latte for anyone who reserves a pie.

I just completely embarrassed myself. Luckily I didn't have any witnesses since I was alone in my apartment. So I could do the sensible thing and keep it to myself. Or I could talk about it on the network. I'm apparently a glutton for punishment, so guess which one I've picked?


I tried to pay my credit card bill, and for some reason the password wouldn't take. None of my usual passwords took, and I couldn't figure out what I set it as. Because I don't usually change from them unless a website's made me. I tried to get it to let me reset my password, and it doesn't recognize my email at all. I start to get worried that maybe someone's hacked my account, or I've gone to a phishing site by accident and now someone's going to hack my account. So I went to grab my wallet to call the company.


I got my card out and… my card is for a different company than the one I was trying to pay on. I don't even have a card for that company at all.


The cherry on top? I'd already scheduled a payment for this month, so I didn't even need to go through any of this at all.

I'd been lucky thus far in not having too many dreams, but last night I guess the dream gods that be decided I needed to catch up. There's zombies everywhere, mutated and normal, zombie dogs and the other thing. I've finally found Sherry, she was in the chief's office and safe thankfully. This morning I woke up to find the chief's diary on my nightstand. The guy cracked, and cracked hard I might add. I know that next up in my dreams is going down into the sewers can't wait to see what happens with that.

I can't decide if this is cute or creepy. I'm going with cute. Before anyone asks? No. I don't know if it's a Winchester or a Winchesterette. I'm hoping for a girl.

Don't tell my kid that if we wind up having a boy.

Also? My kid's not going to be allowed to date until they're 18. Regardless of gender. There are too many perverts out there.

Nothing new has happened dreamwise, just trying to get to Sherry still and dodging the infected. You know, normal stuff. I did get a few things from my dreams, a key and a hand crank. I have no idea why the hand crank came through, but who knows? Apparently my dreams thought it was important to have.

In real life news, since it's safe to announce it now, Dean and I are expecting. I'm feeling a bit better now, although the morning sickness hasn't completely gone away yet but I'm definitely looking forward to that finally easing up. And the exhaustion, I hate coming home every day after work and doing nothing but sleeping since I have house work that I'd like to get done and not rush around on my days off to get it accomplished.

So who the hell is Captain America and why does he think he can tell me what to do with my life... I'm getting real tired of people doing that lately in my dreams.

Serious Question: where could one potentially fire a newly-acquired grenade launcher without getting arrested?

By "Serious Questions," I, naturally, mean "Hypothetically Speaking."

Of course.

The little girl in my dreams, Sherry, is going to be the death of me. She keeps running away and not listening. Maybe this time she'll listen to me, and we'll be able to meet up again. Also? Waking up to find the grenade launcher from my dreams at the foot of my bed was a very interesting way to start off my morning especially since I was running for the bathroom and stubbed my toe against it.

I am entirely too exhausted this week. I don't know why, or what, but I'm tired. I just need a few extra hours of sleep, I suppose. Could be worse. It's just been very busy at the Need/Want and that's great, just I've been running like crazy lately!

Okay. This is a very important question I need answered:





What should I plant in this pot? It's the one the dreams gave me a while back. The one baby Groot was growing in. They even sent it with the alien soil, which should be interesting.

I've been hearing about this network and now that I'm back from Comic Con, I thought I'd join and say hi. Keep up with the latest news that's going on around here, you know? Anyway, I'm Richard Castle. I live in Huntington Beach and teach literature at UC Irvine.

..... I have a suit..... What the fuck...

Is it time to go home yet? I've never been so ready to leave work.

Finally found the girl in my dreams. Her name is Sherry, her parents work for the Umbrella Chemical plant and her mom sent her to the police station since it wasn't safe for her to stay at their house. Nothing about any of this sounds good, and the fact that there's something apparently chasing her that's bigger than the normal zombies around? Yeah, I'm thinking bad things are in store. She ran off after we heard something, so now I've got to chase after her again.

There's still some ringing in my ears from my dreams where I blew up a wall. It's not as bad as it was earlier, but it's still enough to be annoying. I ran into the Chief of Raccoon City's police department finally. The man has a few screws loose, and while I understand, there's still something off about him. I managed to find the girl too, but I wasn't able to find out why she was there since I woke up before that could be revealed. I guess I'll find out in the next one.

If I were the boozing to deal type, I would be all up in the bar scene right now. Dreams, why do they suck so bad? The title of my memoir.

Anyone know a good place to get something bronzed?

My dreams have felt like a bunch of running back and forth trying to figure out puzzles in order to get anywhere in the Raccoon Police Department. It's strange, to say the least, but it's not been without incident. There's a lot of zombies, some of them mutated by the virus. Then I saw this little girl in the precinct. I'd started chasing after her, but I have no idea how in the hell she's managed to survive thus far. I guess I'll find out eventually.

Woke up from a short nap after work to find a key card on the coffee table that I'd just dreamt about finding. They, the officers at the station, had apparently lost contact with my brother ten days ago. Then I was filled in about the incident that happened at the mansion when the infection first started. Damn Umbrella, they can't keep from meddling in everything.

It's strange, with this new set of dreams things seem less foggy. I can remember things, events better now here in the real world than I could when I first started dreaming and I haven't had to use my notebooks half as much as I once did. I'm not complaining, not in the slightest, but I just find it odd that a change like that can make this much of a difference.

I'm a day late, but I wanted to share my pet as well for National Pet Day. This is Rowdy. I got him back in September of last year. He's pretty easy to keep up with, and he loves to hide in his log. He'll be getting a snail buddy in a couple of weeks, I think, and I might end up upgrading his tank to put some tetras in with him somewhere down the line.

Seems every time I turn around some new crisis is happening or some new monster is trying to take a piece of me for itself. The only thing I know?

I've got a steady girl here with a steady job and a steadily growing business and I got a steady gun hand in case anyone or anything tries to mess with any of that.

My dreams have taken a very strange turn. I was very, very young in these and going to a place called Raccoon City to search for my brother Chris. Nothing changes apparently, since I was looking for him when I first started to dream, but I know Raccoon City was ground zero from my other dreams so I don't believe that anything good is going to come of it.

However, all of that aside I woke up to find a motorcycle parked outside my apartment and a helmet on my dresser. So that's a nice little surprise from my dreams.

So new apartment, new kitchen means that I needed to make food. Only I made too much. Seriously, I'm used to cooking for half the people I work for on holidays like this. Work in at the NYPD? Everyone gets together because everyone is Irish today and most of the people you actually work with are too.

Since the incident with the device, it seems like every night after that I've had a dream of what I've come to consider my other life. My brother finally showed up in them. I had no idea who he was either, and that in and of itself is heartbreaking because of what happened here a few years ago.

At least there wasn't anything freaky here the last time I woke up, just a dirty red leather vest that I'd worn in my dreams.

This past month has been crap for the most part, but you know, I'm glad that just one of the Scarab Devices came out of my dreams and it only attached itself to me. Now it's locked away in its own safe away from people so it can't make someone hurt someone else. I'm just glad that that's all over with now.

My Dreams make me seem as if I am a better person there than I am here. My fate there seems more uncertain. I can't decide which world is better for me. There, where I am a better person with an uncertain fate, or here where I am a happier person with a chance to live.

I suppose some things aren't meant to be understood.

I don't know. I just feel like everything is going to change.

My dreams had been repeating, but this past week they've started moving forward finally. We made it to Vegas to refuel for our trip to Alaska. Umbrella, however, had a surprise waiting for us with a container of enhanced zombies. We lost several people during that fight, and some of Umbrella's people were there. They took off in a helicopter, so we figured we'd find out where they were holed up and take it for an easier trip to Alaska.

We made it into their facility, and took the helicopter. The last thing I remember was taking off, so I guess we'll see what happens next.

37. Feels the same as 36 only a little more tired. Funny how everything outside is starting to look a little older too. Guess the county wants to age gracelessly with me.

It seems that after everything that happened in my last dream, good things are to come. Charlotte got to stay on as head of the London Institute and announced that her and Henry were expecting a baby. I do worry about her of course, what with Mortmain still out there, but life is never exactly safe for a Shadowhunter no matter what is going on. Tessa and I also announced out engagement. Will's sister Cecily showed up at the Institute just before I woke up. Apparently she wants to be trained as a Shadowhunter.

With all of these good things happening, I can only assume something worse than the fight we were just in is going to happen.

At least this snowstorm I'm not trapped in the car with my date. Though I really have no complaints about that.

They captured many of us. Young heroes, trainees, just students learning to use their powers. And they forced us to turn on each other and fight to the death in an arena.

And everything I was trying to become washed away in a sea of blood.

In dream news, apparently Alaska is infected free. I'm not sure I'm buying it just yet, but the group I'm traveling with now have a goal. They have hope, and I'll be damned if I don't have some too. The only issue is we have to go resupply and the closest place is Vegas.

I'm really not looking forward to those dreams, cause I just have this gut feeling that it's going to be bad.

In my dreams last night we had a memorial for those that had died after the swarm of crows attacked us. I even dreamed about that again. About the shortage of food, and how I went to bed hungry that night because I didn't want to take anything away from the group because they're starting to lose hope that we'll ever find a place where we can be safe and away from the infected, and probably the Umbrella Corporation.

I'm even starting to wonder if there's a place where we can be safe from everything.

Sometimes, your dreams are bad. You lose an arm and it grows back. You kill people to save others.

You have friends. You go through terrible things together. Things no teenager should have to face. War. Death. Torture. Genocide. You form a bond. You start to feel human. But you know you're not human. You're a killer, a weapon. You don't even know if you have a soul.

But then, there is Paris. And someone to remind you how to be alive. People you can trust. To heal you. But also to end you to save others.

Can you miss people you've never met?

I'm not fond of purchasing purebreed animals, not with there being so many in shelters and rescues that need to be adopted. I may, however, make an exception.

There's a "new" breed of cat called Lykoi. They've got the nickname "werewolf cat" for obvious reasons.

( Just look at them. )

They're so cute. Now I just have to justify spending 2,100 dollars on a bloody cat.

Edit: I decided I didn't need a justification; I have the money, and I have the room. Now I just have to name him so I'm ready when I pick him up. Any ideas?

Serious question.

Is midnight into September 1st too early to start watching Hocus Pocus a million times? I am ready for this movie and I don't want to wait until October.

I think I got a grand total of four hours of sleep last night, and when I woke up there was an old dusty hat and a pair of aviator sunglasses next to my bed. The only place I've seen those is in my dreams, and it's just fucking creepy that they're here now.

I'm so tired, but seeing the people I've come to care for, the people I look after die horribly keeps replaying over and over again in my mind.

This is one time I wish I my short term memory loss would kick in, but I don't think I'm going to be that lucky.

I don't even know. All I know is that I see a lot of coffee in my future today.

I should have taken a mental health day today.

I woke up feeling like I was drugged and forced to sit through an orientation from hell. Mostly because that's exactly what I dreamed.

[Private to Claire]
Didn't you mention dreaming of a place called Raccoon City?

Oh, good. I'm glad I got to watch someone get dissolved by a bug person in my dreams. Because that's a thing that's not a goddamn nightmare.

I had some very interesting dreams last night. I guess it had to happen sooner or later, I was actually hoping for later rather than sooner. Or you know, never at all.

Got everything ready for this weekend's adventure group. We're teaching them how to rappel and how to do their own basic camp set ups for mountain weekends. This group is all new. Don't know how hearty they're going to be. Here's hoping the clouds don't turn to rain. Got a feeling this set of new survivalists would melt if they got caught in a drizzle.

I just realized I may go on Buzzfeed too much. Thank god I don't have the app or I'd never get anything done.

Anyway. In which Claire shares another article but it's less depressing than the story of neglected young girls in the Playboy mansion.

Right, I forgot about the fireworks part. I just put a bullet in my ceiling on reflex. There goes my deposit, but at least I'm moving in a week.

I get America is on this Get Fit kick thing now, but you cannot tell me everyone is mowing their own lawns. It just ain't happening. Why is it so hard to get a business started? American Dream my ass.