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We've been moving along with the new production enough for me to say that Egyptian, but not Greek, mythology is going to be what I eat, breathe, and sleep for the next...seems like forever. The new film involves an archaeologist as our heroine, the 19th century, an expedition in Egypt, and a guy who claims he was once a pharaoh. Is or he isn't he? Stay tuned, kids. The screenplay is killer, we're in talks to get some respectable names on board for the lead roles, and it means going to places like Khan el-Khalili bazaar. We've got some marketplace shots for sure, and I personally want to get all up in Fishawi's coffeehouse which was established in 1773.

So most of this is going to be filmed in Morocco and also specifically in Cairo but there are some city shots too. We've got roles open for background, extras - first is a half-day shoot in Santa Ana around this time next month. We're going for shots by the historic courthouse. Extras don't have to audition but hell, if you feel like auditioning at the open casting call for a few roles bring a headshot and a resume.

Before all of this starts snowballing though, I'll be taking a couple weeks for a honeymoon. It's gonna take some time to obtain permission to shoot in Egypt anyway. Permits and shit, basically a bureaucratic nightmare - it's why most of the filming will happen in Morocco, they've streamlined the process, but there are just a few shots I won't compromise.

I'd forgotten all about the lullaby madre used to sing to Bianca and I when we didn't feel well until I found myself singing it earlier today to Cesare while waiting at the emergency vet for him to be seen. He's fine - just an upset stomach from eating something he shouldn't have during the five seconds I took my eyes off him when we were walking on the beach.

OMG you guys. After a conversation I had not too long ago on the network, I decided to start looking into open casting calls. And I had my sister help me find ones that were legit, you know? Not some creepy dude in a basement trying to make amateur porn. Anyway, I found a job! I'm going to be in a music video! XD I don't know all of the details yet, but I'm SO EXCITED!

So you might think that pre-production comes first, before all that actual 'filming the movie' shit, but nah. First you gotta make sure you have enough money to actually make the movie, to pay the bills, and pull your ass out of what is lovingly called 'development hell.'

Well, I'm pretty familiar with hell. And ain't no movie of mine is gonna be sitting in it.

After many, many, many, many meetings - I'm pleased to announce that my new project's been given the green light. Now comes the task of finding a location, producing the shot list, script breakdowns, yada yada...

Oh, yeah, and casting. Can't talk too much about the roles specifically in public but any actors out there? I might be able to provide more info.

Best part about everything it's that while I usually work 18 hour days to avoid the dreams, I haven't had any more of those in awhile. Maybe they've stopped, and I really fucking hope so.

( private to regina )

Okay, OKAY, lesson FUCKING LEARNED, do not do any of the handwaving magic bullshit from your dreams, especially if it might set shit on fire.

So. Theoretically speaking, if someone were to have had a dream about being able to hear peoples' thoughts and woke up being able to read minds, how would he get it to motherfucking stop? Also, could anyone explain why that might have happened?

Another vaporizer. By that I mean that's the answer to 'what was in the 2017 Oscars swag bag.' What else, you ask? Among the standard things, there are magnetic eyelashes (wtf?), underarm sweat patches, personalized sommelier service, pelvic exercise tracker, and a stay at Long Coast Ranch.

It's here in northern Cali, and we can bring up to 10 guests. So rather than just have me and my ladyfriend there (don't worry, there are other getaways included in the swag bag too) I thought I'd open it up to see who here would like to bring someone for a getaway.

The place is big. Check it out. So it's not like we'd be up each other's asses.

A good way to celebrate my Oscar win which, by the way, glad I got my trophy just fine without any La La Land-esque awkwardness.

The worst thing about hospitals is supposed to be the food, I think. I'm pretty sure that's what I'm supposed to be complaining about. Only the worst thing has definitely been the physical therapy. Worst part of my existence right now. Ugh. I'm missing so much school because of this. That's the second worst part of my existence right now. I know I have a good excuse, but ugh.

This dream bleedover thing is a pain. The least it could do was give me money for the hospital bills, but they've been suspiciously quiet since I got here.

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.

Damn, so let me tell you about this year's Oscar goody bag. You know how when you were a kid (well, maybe not some of you - fuck, am I that old?) you went to classmates birthday parties and got goody bags at the end? Yeah, they do that for the Oscars too (by the way, Inferno's gonna sweep again - just saying my 'Best Director' trophy is coming soon).

Last year's swag bag was out of control.

Among other things, there was a breast lift, personalized M&M's, a 10-day trip to Israel, a 15-day walking tour of Japan, laser treatments, a vaporizer, and (kids, don't look), a vibrator. That sucker is worth $250, I mean, it was top of the line.

The Academy totally got on their asses for all that too, so this year it'll probably 'pale' in comparison. I'll keep you updated.

This year's Golden Globes - it's on. In only a few days, and nerves are flying high. Inferno's up for a few (okay, not to toot my own horn but we're gonna sweep) and I have the scoop about the happening after-parties, so if you want to celebrate with yours truly and his very pretty barracuda of a date? Hit me up.

You'll also be disappointed to know that peanut butter and jelly are not actually True Loves. I tested them on my newfound True Love scale, courtesy of the Underworld, and the results weren't pretty. I might try peanut butter and chocolate next, since peanut butter has more sophisticated tastes, I think.

So - Happy New Year I guess? My luck finally ran out on the dreams judging by my sleep last night. Pretty sure that I've never been to Croatia to visit Diocletian's Palace with my mom and definitely not before World War II. So...this is going to be fun right?

[Percy]

I'm personally blaming you for this. I know it's not your fault but...I'm still blaming you because I have to blame someone.

Your dreams about me - they're set like now right?

[Dad and Hazel]

Sorry if I woke you guys up this morning when I went out. I didn't mean to get the dogs barking. Just needed some air.

This place is seriously weird. Not only has it been snowing for five days now without a ton of build up, but I woke up from a dream about being kidnapped by Amazons to Frosty the Snowman outside my house? I'm not sure how to deal with that or the dreams.

At least I can say I was not roughed up like my two friends, but then they're both boys and apparently they don't let males even talk without being told they can, which is a little strange to see. I'm not personally a fan of them beating up my friends for just talking, though. They also have this horse locked up. I saw him in Alaska. In my dreams. Arion. He's amazing and he's just locked up in a cage because they can't handle him. I think dream!me is going to try to free him if she can. I kind of hope she can. He deserves to be free, not locked up. So we're there to meet Hylla who is apparently our Praetor's sister and Queen of the Amazons. Apparently my one friend knows her from Circe's island somewhere. They met before. Something about a guinea pig. Of course he's not the brightest bulb in the room, so I had to keep her from killing him. You're welcome, Percy Jackson And then I had to explain everything that happened since I'm a girl and not going to get beat up for talking and also because she asked me to. There's another queen there trying to take over. One that has been dead and Gaea let her out. I'm going to say it's not promising. But the boys got locked up and now I'm supposed to talk to Hylla alone. So that's not terrifying at all.

Sometimes the dreams are really more than I want. This one wasn't terrible, but I dreamt about my time in the Underworld, only Frank was with me this time. It was only an echo of my past, something that had already happened. Charon is pretty nice, though. I didn't have any payment, but he still took me across the River Styx. My dad was the reason he didn't mind the coin issue. The perks of being a daughter of Pluto. Cerberus is much bigger in my dreams, Dad. Don't worry.

Frank shared something with me while I shared what I experienced with him. It was both more sad and better than what happened originally. Dream me is

Apparently Ella the Harpy is coming with us, though. It's nice to have someone else with us. But can we please stop being in a boat, soon? I'm so seasick. But I was queasy before I got on the boat


( Filtered to Hades )

I couldn't resist being my godly parent for Halloween. I'm not entirely sure if that was weird or not yet. The jury is still out on the one.

My dreams are still continuing. I'm not sure why Clarisse was given that quest over us. Especially since Grover was the one to have found the fleece. Doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me. Not that a lot of this makes any sense.

But there's a sea of monsters out there. Literally. Why couldn't things just be easy? And Luke he

Even weirder ( can that really happen, though? ) Circe has a spa and Percy was turned into a guinea pig.

Woke up from what I guess is a coma and got home, and there was a car. Not just a car, but my red 1958 Chevrolet Bel Air Impala Sport Coupe - the one I drove in the Underworld, in dreamland. Sexy stuff, right?

Also an ambrosia tree now in the backyard. You know, food of the gods. Absorbs magic, you need to eat some of it to escape the Underworld, etc etc. I cut it down in dreamland but now it's back like that pesky neighbor always bringing by tuna casserole. Maybe I'll actually keep it around this time though - never know when you need a plant that soaks up magic like a sponge.

I guess the point of this is that don't fall into a coma if you can help it. Man, that sucked. At least it happened well before my movie premiere.

Okay, that was what? A two day break? One set of dreams ends, another begins. Not in the Underworld yet, but I just stabbed Kronos (hey dad - that'll probably cause issues later) with a crystal mega-weapon that looks like a dick. No, really, it does. The most phallic damn thing I've ever seen.

Anyway, point is - book your calendars for November 11th, because that's when my new flick, Inferno, appears in theaters. If I like you a lot, I'll even get you passes for the red carpet premiere which of course I'll be attending and looking very dapper at.

With a glamour on. Sigh.

So we're on our way to Portland to look for a blind guy (very helpful wording, Frank). Apparently his name is Phineas and he's a seer and he might be able to help us locate Thanatos. Anyway, while Frank was fighting Basilisks, Percy and I we were talking to Reyna. Percy She had to know that there was a giant (and I really mean giant, there were giants) army coming to Camp Jupiter. She knew about it and if we can't free Thanatos and bring back the eagle...I don't even want to think about what that means.

Percy We got a killer whale to take us the rest of the way while the person navigating got a nap. So we got up to the Columbia River and then the killer whale passed us on to some sturgeons. Then when we got to the Willamette River, the boat just sort of moved itself somehow. Anyway, we got to Portland and Percy our friend finally woke up to tell us about his dream. The giant I died to stop from rising is on a glacier in Alaska. Which is so helpful considering how many glaciers Alaska has.

Of course we had to look for Phineas in Portland in the rain. We found him wearing a bathrobe and pink bunny slippers and using a weed whacker to fend off harpies. I'm pretty sure we all felt bad for the harpies and not bad for Phineas. Also he said he can "smell demigods" which is the creepiest thing anyone's ever said to me. But then when our friend was talking to him, he started listing off all this stuff that he knew. I'm pretty sure I was seconds from beating an old man with my sword and when he started accusing me of being with Gaea, I definitely thought about stabbing him. I really don't like him. And he keeps saying things that make me look bad. About what happened with Alcyoneus. "We'll see if you're still sweet on your girlfriend then" WE AREN'T DATING AND YOU ARE A WRETCHED OLD MAN!

So in order to get the information we need from him, we are supposed to capture and tie up this harpy for his sick pleasure which is never going to happen. And of course I believe that I'm as bad as him. I'm not. I was a scared kid who was forced to do something she didn't want to do by a goddess who thought she was better than the rest of the gods and goddesses already ruining everyone's lives. She's just the same as the rest of them.

The harpy's name is Ella and apparently she likes cinnamon burritos. Only the other harpies stole her food from her and she can quote facts about pretty much everything because she likes to read and remembers everything she reads. It's freakishly amazing. I wish I could remember that much. But now we have a plan to beat Phineas and I really hope we can manage it because that old man needs to go down. Even if I shouldn't say that. He does.

I think it must be Weird Dream Pet week or something, and I missed the memo. Or maybe the OC is trolling me because when my hellhound passed the security checkpoint of this realm or whatever, he sort of got...downsized.

Behold, the terrifying Cerberus.

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How did I end up with so many animals in my house, how. It's bad enough my evil imp henchmen are nothing more than a chipmunk and a bunny in their current form.

This is bullshit.

Woke up this morning to find Cesare in his bed just looking at me like ( this ).

Or I guess not looking at me since he spent the entire time I was getting ready to leave looking everywhere but at me. My dog is a true master of the art of dog shunning your humans. I'll make it up to him Monday when I get back

[Private to Hades, Sans, Hazel]

I didn't want to wake you guys before I left to go see Will this weekend. I promise I'll drive carefully and call when I get there. And he's going to be coming back with me Monday - we're going to hang out with some friends of mine at the beach.

[Private to Sans and Hazel]

You guys are invited too.

[Private to Hades]

So...I told Will you wanted to do a dinner thing when I brought him home to meet you. Maybe Tuesday?

(OOC: Pretend this went up early this morning please. I meant to put it up before I went to work. Also the cut is to save the friends page, not to filter)

Filtered to Hades, Regina, and Killian

Does introducing everyone on here count as true introductions? We don't have to do awkward in person introductions where I awkwardly try to figure out what to say, do we?

Dad, meet Killian and Regina. Regina and Killian, meet my dad.

There! I introduced you? Regina's helping me with the magic or abilities. I don't know what to call them. Killian knows how to fight with swords and has a boat. Nothing weird is happening here

Umm...but yeah. I don't really know what else to say.

I didn't even have to go shopping ( to get this. )

I have a hard time believing this color was regularly worn in Ancient Greece, but then again the gods are real and a large centaur that calls himself the 'River Guardian' tried to have sex with me in this dream nonsense. Clothing hues are far from the strangest thing. Then there's, of course, Hercules - rippling muscles, brain the size of a rabbit's turd - and he comes to the rescue with his farm-boy routine. Greaaaat.

None of this is unfolding in a mythologically accurate way, but I've done my reading and I know he marries a Megara UUUUUGHHHHHHH and they make some babies before he loses his marbles and kills all of them. If that's my fate, I'm done. I'm becoming a nun.

My dreams have given me a lot of shit, but this is definitely the worst. At least now I know for sure.

I am also now the proud owner of a bunch of rats. Some zombies

Why does everything want me to go to Alaska. I feel like we all know Alaska is a bad place to go when you are me. Can we not go to Alaska? I would like to not go to Alaska. But of course I'm going. :|

Apparently when you're part of a camp full of Romans, War Games is something you do. I guess it makes sense in a way. You learn how to strategize and all, but someone died. Something wonky was happening with souls, so she came back like a few minutes later, but...

We won, though. Me and the two people I was with. So there's that. Also I can sense underground tunnels now, which I couldn't do before

No matter how opening night goes, the Paris trip is booked! Christine and I will be going in July. We'll be staying in an apartment building in Montmartre where Toulouse Lautrec once lived! We will definitely be hitting up the opera house to see how similar it is to the one in our dreams. I am very excited about it.

It’s strange being in the house by myself. I used to love it but now it feels like something isn’t right. I’m going to take it as a sign I need to go out more. Any recommendations for interesting hobbies?

I swear to god, half of these dreams feel like I walked into a Scooby Doo episode. Complete with mask reveal. Not the new series, although.... that one's pretty good. It has a metaplot and I really like that. But the classic one from the 60s? I mean, Frank tells me I'm dangerprone but I think Bess is a better Daphne.

[Garrus]
So. Stormtroopers the other week. Weird dreams. Youv'e been here two years. Tell me you know something because as much as I dig I'm only getting so far. And you know me, I'll get to the bottom of this one way or another.

Alright, remind me not to scroll back to more than a few weeks here - you just get lost in a cesspool of who knows what. Only thing I've managed to take from it is that I'm a little concerned my teenage kids are also on this forum and reading about your issues, your dick jokes, and your internet hook-ups.

So what is it, really? What's the percentage? Like 40% dream talk, 40% Plenty of Fish, and 20% Craigslist?

Name's Hades. Was mostly working and making movies in Europe for the past few years, then moved Stateside to direct a gem called Inferno. We're about to go into post-production, so I'll just take two seconds to be useful and say, hey, putting out the call for post-production jobs and internships. Hit me up if you're interested.