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Anyone else ever get PTSD flashbacks from their dreams? Like you know it's over, you know the danger is gone.

And yet...

I found this thing in a stream today.

I think I'll call him Wrex.

This has been a great month...got a lion and some of my powers have kicked in.

However, a new Panic! At the Disco video dropped yesterday! That’s pretty exciting stuff!

I may be biased...but it’s a great song. Go look up “High Hopes” on YouTube.

I got pulled over.

While jogging.

Apparently going twelve miles per hour while jogging is alarming to some people.

Miranda, this is your fault.

Peach pies are a thing. I may have made a couple.

Let's all just cut to the chase (but lets not cut you, Chase, we like you too much):

Yes, that was my Yacht.
No, it isn't repairable.
Yes, I am still alive.
By some miracle my cell is still working despite being dumped into the bay.

I had insurance. It's all sorted. Thank you.

Rachel
No bodies found in the Anaheim apartment means I'm hoping you A) started that fire B) gave that man a reason to fear and respect you C) are still alive.

Also do you by any chance know why my precious ship is at the bottom of the ocean and still smouldering?

Been married a month.

Got to say I kinda like it.

I'm Commander Shepard and Callisto is my favorite wife on the Citadel.

Some days, there just isn't enough alcohol in the world to help deal with shit.

So after waiting to see how the latest cliffhanger is resolved..... not only have we ended up in space because of yet another monolith, but we are now apparently in the future as well. Because of course we are, why not.

So, I'm not quite the social media type of girl, but being new around here, I feel the need to ask all of you a very important question. Who has the best stock of liquor here? Can be bar, liquor store or otherwise.

And the animosity between myself and Jack finally boiled over in the dreams. Have to say, two powerful biotics fighting onboard a space ship isn't the best idea, but she started it by charging into my office, screaming at me and started throwing my furniture at me. Shepard managed to intervene before Jack and I killed each other or punched a hole in the hull of the Normandy.

Edit: I mean it goes without saying but this thread isn't at all safe for work.

Well, those gigantic orc buggers found their way over to the docks and that was amusing. That wood wasn't made to handle big muscled men like that.

I watched them from my little speedboat and thought to myself 'well, we're fucked, might as well enjoy it!'

Actually pretty sad all my new playthings have either been killed or sent back wherever they came from. They were fun, and I won't be walking straight for at least a month.

How come children are always the scariest things to encounter? Especially when they have a gas mask on and go around asking "Are you my mummy?" in that horrifying, innocent voice.

I think I'll have nightmares after that nightmare.

I feel like killing that bloody reporter. In hindsight, I probably should've changed my last name when I ran away. I need to ensure my sister is safe

I was going to ask what I missed but the network looks like it's a mess.

Made it home from hell the middle of nowhere. No sand this time, thank the gods, because seriously? Over sand for like, ever. Took a week and a half off. I need a break. Also maybe because they broke two ribs this time.

Seriously, I am not a happy fucking camper.

I know someone said I could come be a bouncer for them here or something along those lines, let's talk, because I need to be what I am less and relax more. Not quitting my real job, but, I'd like to have more time here than there.

I am so tired of sand I might murder the next assignment giver if they mention sand to me.

As someone with an interest in space and a degree in astrophysics, I thought this was pretty damn cool.

It would seem that I need to make room for a new couch in my home. Not necessarily new, but it is my couch from my dreams. One less thing for Petrovsky to defile with his greedy little hands.

My boss seems to think I need to socialize, so she directed me here. I'm questioning her judgement on this matter, but we will see. I'm Miranda Lawson, and I recently moved here from Los Angeles.

I've seen my fair share of things that would cause regular folk to have major nightmares, and have yet to have one myself.

But I'm pretty sure I'm either cracking under the pressure or getting those Dreams everyone talks about. Either way? Not okay.

I suppose I ought to introduce myself on here. My name is Mary Crawley.

I must say, I don't think I was expecting such a large community. Dreams aren't something that I would normally talk about with other people, but the one that I had was so vivid that I felt compelled to do some research on the internet and ended coming across this site.

Has anyone else dreamed that they were from a completely different time period?

I suddenly find myself unable to stop singing Christmas Carols. This is kind of insane. I went to order coffee and started singing Jingle Bells. The poor guy looked at me like I had three heads!

It's been going all day long and I think I'm going insane. I might have to keep my mouth shut and just write things. I think I can fake having laryngitis, right?

For the last two years I haven't been able to even go for a jog and suddenly I get up this morning feeling like I could run a marathon. Nice. Good timing, body. Now we can finally go on that 6 mile run away from all of our problems.

Whatever kind of crack they were smoking to produce The Santa Clause feels like one of those once in a life time kind of sparks of genius.

That or it's the eggnog.

The holidays are always so depressing

Its that time of year again. You know the time, when everything that's been going good suddenly takes a downward spiral.

No reason to suspect this year will be any different.

Hi everyone! I'm Eleanor. I heard someone talking about this website, and I thought I'd try slumming it with all the nerds that can't find dates in person I'd check it out. Though, I have to say, I thought that there would be a whole lot more topless photos.

So, here we are. Thursday night before a long weekend. I'm still pretty new here, so help a sister out. Where are all the best parties?

I should know better than to work in a public space, even if my kitchen is getting a little too crowded and familiar.

People tend to be nosy though, and getting shunned in a library because they keep looking at the crime scene photos on my laptop is a little rude.

Now that I've had time to think about what I dreamt last night, it's still not really that much better. My grandmother tried to kill Cassie. I don't understand why she'd do that. I guess Cassie has Dark Magic and yes, she did accidentally almost kill Adam, but killing someone?

We're still trying to understand the Dark Magic part. Then, once my grandmother left and that settled down, we were doing a dance (and I have to say that my dress was absolutely amazing). Fire and Ice theme. Faye decided to try to steal Cassie's magic and ended up stealing magic from the Circle instead and almost killed everyone.

I would like to be surprised, but I'm not sure I can be.

Faye seems to be out of control, focused solely on getting power and Cassie is out of control, having power she doesn't know how to control that seems to be getting stronger and more dangerous.

Debating investing in a brewery. Pros? Brewery. Cons? Unclear.

Discuss.

I want it. I'll name it Harbinger.

Had some dream flashbacks, which was unexpected.

Didn't need to relive the Batarian raid on Elysium. Didn't need to relive the damned Beacon either. It jumped around a bit. Forward to Thessia, then back to the Collector ambush that killed me.

A few other memories too. I think maybe I'm stressed.

Oh, right, this thing does exist, doesn't it? It's been a minute since I've posted. Killian and I are wrapping the last of the wedding details and got some photos back from our engagement photoshoot - it wasn't anything terribly sappy like looking into each other's eyes with a sunset backdrop, no. The spoofs/gag reel of it was entertaining, and this one brings me back to the eighties. I'll never make that face in my life again.

My dreams have finished but aren't forever done, I don't think. My Evil Queen counterpart of my dream counterpart (confusing, yes, I'm aware) became her own person and frolicked off with an evil version of Robin Hood with a ring on her finger. I'm forever stuck with my now magic less sister whose...still in the picture, not entirely sure how but she is. Overall, I'll just enjoy whatever break I have between that round of dreams and the new ones. Weddings, first baby birthdays, all those exciting milestones.

I'll be trying out this Apprentice's Wand for a very distanced trip soon. If it can transport us to realms in one piece then I'm confident it can make it to Spain. Here's hoping it doesn't hiccup and drop is on Oz or Wonderland, that'd be our luck.

I'm very much not a fan of this working from home thing. I hope this transition goes quickly.

[Shepard and Garrus]

I am relatively certain that I am beginning to become an asari. Though I do not like the process, I like it far more than the fucking Illusive Man having his greedy fucking hands on my station.

At least the declaration of victory in Mosul is good news that seems to be lost among other headlines. I may have helped thin the ISIS ranks around there This almost makes me want to leave my job and re-enlist in the military.

That was quite an experience, though it allowed me to work with my biotics that have crossed over from the dreams. It felt damn good to let loose.

After all that excitement, if people wish to unwind and as a reminder, my club Afterlife is having its grand opening this weekend. If you're at least 18, it gets you into the club. There will be music all weekend. If you're 21, you can get into the other part of the club, the strip club. Bars are fully stocked, there will be plenty of alcohol to go around. And then some. It first opens on Friday, the the grand opening extravaganza lasts all weekend.

Jupiter's pretty stunning, I'll give you that.

MAKO 6

Walkers 0

Boom baby.

It was so kind of Archangel to unite the mercenary groups together against him. It seemed to have given the mercs the impression that they could come after me once they took care of him. Cleaning house after that little bit of information slipped my nets was rather satisfying.

I suppose I should thank you for that info, Shepard. At least someone respects the one rule on Omega.

It's my birthday, and no I'm not telling you how old I am.

These dreams seem to love irony. Apparently in them I went to a space station called Omega and worked as an exotic dancer at a club called Afterlife. I can see the parallels to my life here. They almost make me laugh.

Also apparently I'm an alien. Considering items from the dreams crossover, should I expect physical changes to crossover as well?

I was told about this site, but I'm not used to making introductions over a computer screen. It has less of an effect than speaking to someone in person does.

Have to say, the nightlife here is a bit unexpected. Both worse and better than I initially thought.

Just when I think I'm done seeing myself be the villain in these damn things, I'm not. Done, that is.

Quick recap: my love interest is killed in front of me, again, and since people were expressing their concern towards me reverting back to my 'vengeful ways' I used a serum that split myself into two. I thought I could literally kill the evil part of me (spare me the philosophical conversations, I'm aware that it was an awful idea, thank you), but it turns out I can't and she's run rampant all over Storybrooke in her big, gothic outfits wanting the same old thing. Snow White's heart.

What could go wrong, hm? Plenty.

What's worse is I get to see things from both perspectives. I'm sucking faces and more, ugh with the cursed imp, and have enlisted my deranged sister against my regular self. Zelena's unsurprisingly two-faced and I'm at least glad I was able to tell her how I felt. I don't know why we ever thought things would be okay between us and we'd be 'family.'

Some EQ intel involves: Gold wanting to use those golden shears to alter his and Belle's fate - and for the currently unborn baby too - and, surprisingly, the Queen doesn't actually kill Snow White, and instead puts a sleeping curse that makes no sense on two hearts.

There's no rhyme or reason in this anymore. Just the mighty need to imbibe, but then I remember I have an infant to take care for.

This year started by 'coming out' to my sister. And by 'coming out,' I actually mean letting her know that thanks to the mechanics of the home we all love to hate, my entire genetic and physiological form is no longer native of this world. It was taken surprisingly well with a lot of questions and a lot more jokes about how I resemble a scaly cockatiel, but I'd take that reaction over horror and never hearing from her again.

Anyone else on the same boat? Got changed into something else and can't keep it from your family for the rest of your natural life? I'm thinking I need to take an approach that is less 'surprise, look at me' like I did with Solana and ease my parents into it. Eventually my in-laws, too, but they'll be last. Maybe it'll be easier to swallow than imagining their daughter living in sin before marriage but we'll see.

At least it'd explain the wedding we had in space more than the excuse that we just had a really good connection with some guy from NASA.

Apparently I now write poetry in the dreams about dishes and french fries. But hey, it got the girl back so I can't complain.

Dream!me also keeps teaming up with the last person I ever thought I would. It's strange to see, but whatever works to help the girls I guess.

I wasn't entirely sure what to expect when we finally found the Director, but that sure as hell wasn't it. The parallels between the dream and the real world sometimes make me wonder. There's still a lot of wrong to make right, but I think dream me has finally learned to let things go.

Guess I should too.

I noticed another gray hair coming in yesterday. Today I turned 37.

Biology is mocking me. I know I'm getting old, you don't have to rub it in.

I haven't gotten anything from my dreams in a long time. Then today I stumbled across something. It's just a piece of tech, and without a lot of extra tech it's useless.

It's the strangest thing.

In other news raise your hand if you're spending Thanksgiving alone. Again.


Garrus

I think I found a piece of the Crucible. It's about the size of a 7-11 and if memory serves was part of the power relay system.

So it seems like my Dreams have taken a turn for the absurd. While I'm glad that I'm no longer fighting my old squadmates since they're all dead, I'm not sure these... sims are actually going to be of any help finding the objective.

I know that these guys are only supposed to be simulation troops and not actual soldiers, but Jesus. They take incompetence to an entirely new level. It's like they've never been on a mission before. Or taken orders. Or actually managed to shoot something that wasn't a teammate.

I'd like to say I've made due with worse cadets and less intel, but I'm not sure that's even possible.

[To Wash]
That's Epsilon? He's a real piece of work, I'll give you that, but at least he seems to know what he's doing. How the hell do you deal with the rest of these fucking idiots? And why are they calling you Church?

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.

I guess I can officially say goodbye to the delicacies of human food and just about all its alcoholic splendors. This past weekend was my first test-drive as a full turian - meaning, I'm a goddamn alien, and if you're interested in having some kind of visual image to satisfy curiosity, below is an example as to why I should never take selfies.

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Thanks to a friend I've got a gadget that'll allow me to walk among the rest of you as my usual human self (some kind of magical illusion thing), but if you happen to see the above, don't shoot. Don't have an aneurysm. I actually do come in peace. Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.