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So the vacation thing is a go. I'm not going anywhere fancy, just to my parents for a week for some much needed family time anyway since I didn't get to see them at Christmas. It'll be nice to see them, and get away for a bit.

After all of that with the fog, monsters, or whatever the hell you want to call them, I think it's time for a vacation. A really long vacation.

The priest I mentioned from my last dreams told me that he had killed the man we found in his basement due to his confession. Maybe they are connected, but unless it's a copy cat or someone who personally knew that man, then I'm still at a loss on that one. Then the main suspect, Alex, was released since we had no real evidence on him, but I just know he's involved somehow but the clues aren't there and I can't keep a hold on him just because of my gut feeling.

When we released Alex, Dover was outside waiting and jumped the kid. The kid told him that 'they didn't cry until I left them', but no one else heard it. I wish someone else had heard it.

I have a feeling that Dover is going to do something stupid, and he's not going to think about his daughter in all of this.

Damn. I need more sleep.

Mum's getting some anti-fungal drug regimen. I feel bad having to leave and all, but my parents promise they understand. I may have cussed at a pair of nurses in the hall for talking too loudly when my mum was trying to sleep. In my defense it was after midnight. Maybe it's better if I'm back in California.

I was informed today that I'll be participating in the Shop with a Cop this Christmas season. We're supposed to be doing that this weekend, and I gotta admit that I'm looking forward to it.

[Private to Will Graham]

Been awhile since we last talked. How are you doing?

Was I the only one working for the holiday? I don't know if most would consider a public appearance working, but let me tell you: it's work for me.

I'm glad to be able to get back to being a guy failing to write an autobiography.

The investigation in my dreams just took a turn that I wasn't expecting, but I don't think that the drunk priest I was going to interview is connected to the disappearance of these two girls. Still, he killed someone, hid them in his basement and I haven't figured out why yet.

I almost want to call out sick today since my head is hurting like hell, and I have to figure out what to do with the unmarked police car that showed up in the parking lot this morning.

Dreams are getting interesting again. My man friend who saved my life is plotting with me to take out the old, rich bastard that used me to further the vampire apocalypse.

Wow, I just read that part back and realized just how bizarre these dreams are getting. It'd be nice if I had someone like that guy in real life.

I fell asleep at my desk at work today. The Captain woke me up with a fucking megaphone. I think he was far more amused than he had any right being.

Not like it was my fault though. I got a full eight hours of sleep last night. But in my goddamn dreams D decided it would be hilarious to keep me up all night with some horrific adult sex ed lesson.

These dreams really are out to sabotage my career. And I'm pretty sure I'm officially scarred for life.

((OOC: For anyone interested, D's educational (and SFW) sex ed lesson is here 1 2, read right to left))

Do any of you law enforcement types have any suggestions on how to get rid of a dream firearm? I obviously can't explain how I acquired it, or show proof of ownership, etc. "From my dreams" is likely not a valid option.

Brilliant. In my dreams I'm now doing business with two creepy old men who look like they could be wax statues. They paid me to make it difficult to get internet access in the New York City area. I'm not sure how I'm going to pull that off nor am I sure why they're paying me to do it, but I'm sure it'll be interesting.

Oh, but before that I got to see my mother remarry. Her new husband was my reason to move from New York to London. Pervy bastard. Can't I just have a dreamless sleep once in a while?

To all it may concern,

I will be taking over Dr. Hadley's patient roster and ER shifts for the known future. I'm her proxy. I am also Dr. Hadley. I believe that's all which needs to be said on the matter.

According to pops I'm supposed to know what my future is already without college. According to college I'm supposed to go in knowing what that is.

I don't even know what's for dinner and my pops is deciding my future is and always will remain accepting the dojo no matter where we are.

I don't know what my future is. Wanting to find out and questioning is apparently being a disgrace to his name. Don't I get a say?

I heard about this place from a co-worker who suggested that I join up, I resisted at first since I didn't see the point, but here I am anyway. My mother would be quite upset if she found out since I don't have a Facebook account and she's constantly telling me about extended family members and what's going on with them. It's not that I don't care, but I don't need to know every little detail of their lives or see that funny picture they posted.

I'm David Loki, I work with Orange PD, it's nice to meet you all I think.