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Can you guys all do me a favor? If you see a rope puzzle or a toy carousel missing horses just ... laying around, could you not pick them up and call me instead?

Here's my work cell: [number]. I'm a cop, so don't hesitate, day or night.

Those things are from my dreams, they're dangerous, and god only knows if they'll show up.

I need a distraction after last night's dreams, so who wants to help me open a secret dreamers only bar or nightclub or coffee shop or whatever? We need a place where we can talk about this stuff in the open. Also, I can't think of any group of people more in need of a drink.

Anyone know of any good children's health or protection charities? Like one that really helps kids and doesn't just take ten percent of what you give them.

Can anyone recommend an adoption agency?

Deciding to try for a kid, to try to making new life is something amazing. Scary and hopeful, and immense and wild, and yet... it feels right, right now. Work is good, life is good, with good friends and things have not been better in a very long time.

I hope everyone else, despite the current weirdness, is not having too bad a time.

I've told the people closest to me about this, but now I feel I should let you all know, too. It's a little bit into the semester now, but I got into Harvard, and they're confident I can catch up if I get there before next week.

Everything's almost packed up now, aside from some furniture and appliances I won't need over there. But I was thinking of having a 'going away' party. I'd like to see some of the friends I've made here before I get on the plane.

Oh, also... before I forget! It's a small studio apartment, and the rent has never been that bad on it. I'm looking for someone to live there until my lease runs out. It's already paid through October.

My dreams started up again early this morning, for the third time. It's odd, now, seeing them, hearing the events and the voices, remembering them so clearly they are more like watching movies of my life than they are of having dreams. I used to wish I had never Dreamed, never come to know the being known as J'onn J'onzz, the so-called Martian Manhunter. My life would have been a lot simpler without him in me, in my mind.

But I find I like me, who I am, what I am, these days. And I am not so sad that I started dreaming strange dreams almost a year ago now.

These dreams are going to quite literally drive me crazy. I can't wake up and feel this way every day, I just can't.

You know, I could imagine being someone else. I'm happy being me, but I think I'd like the...variety.

This is weird. Really weird. Like, goes against nature weird. I... I don't have the words.

John, if you're reading this, I'm not coming in to work until I can sort out this whole body mess thing.

Somehow, life seems to be settling down again in the wake of so much wildness. After the Husks and Las Vegas, it felt like things wouldn't get normal again, but, they have. And being around people I care about, with a wife who makes me happy, doesn't hurt either.

I like being able to help people in my current job, and I think I will enjoy it as long as I can.

I had to do it. I couldn't He told me to. He asked me to. He begged me to.

Bummed that I missed the Vegas Vacation. But seriously... If anyone needs anything... Y'know. Offering shit. And shit. Whatever I can do, man.

Also, it's weird to be living with a boyfriend. Just throwin' that out there. No Draco to catch tuning his guitar in the living room, no Zuko to walk in on me coming out of the bath. I hang out on the sofa naked sometimes, just because I can.

Anyone else done that? It's kinda awesome.

These strange alien not!zombies do not seem able to talk or to do anything but try to kill. And they are rather insistent on it. Thankfully, good old fashioned destruction still works on them.

Definitely not what I had planned when I headed out for my morning coffee, though. I was hoping for a jelly donut, a croissant and coffee, not a strange blue thing and the havoc it caused.

Anyone other than me realize just how boring graduations actually are? It is just a bunch of people telling us over and over again today is the first day of the rest of our lives... What does that make tomorrow? The ending? They don't even give you a piece of paper saying you did it... I have to pick it up in a few weeks.

Now I can focus on my new movie auditions! It is time to move from the little screen to the big screen.

I really don't like these Dreams.

Being the agent of a philanthropic organization is a lot like my old job. People lie, cheat, and steal, I investigate, and manage to help some people, and in the end, there are some good days and some bad days.

Being married, on the other hand, is like nothing I've ever done before. I love it. My wife, the awesomely groovy AJ, makes me happier than I've ever been. I don't know what I did to deserve her, but I than ks the stars I have her.

I've been given the go ahead to apply for the police academy. I have a lot of things to read for all the exams.

I'm actually feeling much better. Being a waitress is just not my thing.

I'll take all well wishes, I need them.

I'm going to have a beach party on Friday evening before I leave town. Anybody want to join me? Say, around sunset?

Don't worry, I don't think I'm leaving for good. Just a little working vacation to kick off the summer.

How unethical would it be to go to a college and absorb all the things the professors there know about psychology? I'd state my motivation, but it doesn't terribly matter, I think. Not when the question is about what is right, and not what is necessary.

Nate
Do you want to go visit the UC Irvine campus once things have become temporarily stable again?

I think I'm about as peace with my father's passing as I can get.

(ooc: If you think your pup might be included, they are)

We're going to have a barbecue next Sunday, to hopefully celebrate not being invaded by spice producing sandworms or giant marshmallow men. If you have any specific food allergies or needs that require accommodation, please let us know ahead of time. If we are invaded by marshmallow men there will be smores. We'll be kicking things off around noon, and probably ending around five. There will be children at the party, so please bring your grown up manners.

Mother's Day was long and tiring, but I had the very best present by the end of it. Welcome, baby Samwise. He takes the cutest naps.

Holy shit.

I'm engaged. And it's not even April Fool's.

I know I shouldn't really be surprised anymore but when things have been quiet for a while I completely forget how strange this county can be.

I saw the strangest group of people walking through the town this morning. They seemed nice and nobody bothered them. But I can't help wondering if this is leading to something a little less...calm.

Who knew finding a job after being on house arrest would be so hard? I've got to disclose all of that information and employers would rather hire someone who doesn't have a criminal record, go figure. I think it's back to the club with me. Are any of my regulars still on this thing?

I keep getting naked and I swear it isn't my plan. How am I getting home? Someone give me advice or pick me up. I'm trapped in the bathroom of KFC.

I don't even know how this happened. I'm just naked. Completely. And most people don't look kindly on it.

I have to be a contender for 'worst dreams in the universe' right now.

Living for millennia and seeing your comrades die over and over again, and being completely and utterly barred from so much as touching them. An eternity of solitude in the cold mists of time. It's one of the cruellest fates I can think of. And that's not even mentioning what comes after

I hate these dreams. I hate them.

My birthday's on Easter this year. Kinda puts a dampener on any celebration that I might have. Then again, it also makes me feel like everyone's dressing up for my special day.

Also, Rarity's talent for finding Jewels amuses me.

I'm looking for a woman who can walk through walls.

And the dreams are back. This one wasn't so bad. In fact it was kind of interesting. I wound up in a city called Gotham and there was an earthquake, which leveled most of it and it was cut off from everything else. I was working with a group of people to keep the citizens safe. I wound up saving the life of a man who was the Commissioner of the city then I became a super hero. They called me Batgirl.

The really strange part about the whole thing was that the woman who was in my dream, do I was working for, is the same woman I ran into while walking Ginger the other day. So now I'm not sure if it really was one of the dreams or just any other random dream.

Well... I guess sneaking into places and doing things performing vigilante duties are very common in my dreams. And the performing at a party.

Also. The Messiah? I still don't quite understand it all.

I watched my brother die about a thousand times in my dream last night. It wasn't exactly pleasant. Didn't get much sleep last night, since it was so riddled with dreams. I've been a bit of a waste of space at work today. I'll make up for it. Everyone has one of those days.

If anyone says "case of the Mondays" I might start throwing punches.

( TW for death just to be safe )

Apparently the network thinks it would be a great idea to give me my own video blog... What does one talk about on there and would anyone want to be a guest? I have to at least suffer through a few of them.

( Private Message to John Jones )

Great. The one thing I don't want to happen does. Of course. And I don't mean the singing.

Anybody know of a place with really good safe deposit boxes?

( Private to Giles. )

...Oh god. Why couldn't I have kept singing in Gaelic? What part of my brain was holding on Sir Mix-a-Lot lyrics??


So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda

NO!

~ i finally found the reason
why everything i feel inside
feelings that i can not hide
tell me that it's love

got me acting kind of strange
like i'm on a different plane
never thought i could explain
but i know that it's love

i finally found the reason why
rainbow colors fill the air
people always stop and stare
now that i'm with you ~


I'M IN SUCH A GOOD MOOD YOU GUYS!!!!!

I lied. My dreams are terrifying me and I hate them.

I'm never sleeping again. Even having Giles here isn't helping me sleep better.

Things have really started picking up at work, which is wonderful. They've given me a much busier beat and my own byline.

Every day seems a little better than the last, which I'm very grateful for. I hope everyone else is enjoying the same run of luck.

It's weird. I've been having these dreams for months now, and while I would have the same ones for a few days before the next ones kicked in, that was all the repeats I got. Then last night, after a dream I've been having all week finished, I suddenly was dreaming the first dream all over again.

It feels... weird. Almost like I hit some sort of finish line and then started over.

Does this happen often?

....

I appear to have lost my mind. Completely this time.

Having those dreams everyone keeps talking about. Funny how they're so similar to my waking life. Is that the case for everyone here?

Anyone want to trade dreams? I only have weird Freudian dreams that are really easy to explain away with my childhood. Which they're about. So, yeah. Nothing important here. Just my asshole of an uncle eating people while skinless. Whoop de doo.

I wasn't Dumbledore's biggest fan, but I didn't want the guy dead, or anything. There was a good turnout at the funeral, though.

Was a pretty shitty start of a pretty terrible day.

Right, so now we're all having weird dreams. That's not ... creepy, or anything at all.

My everything hurts. A lot. At some point that'll stop, right?

I think I'll try to leave fighting to the professionals from now on. I'm awesome at kung fu, but it's different in an uncontrolled situation. That's when it's awesome

Leonard, you can bring dinner this time. I'm icing my poor, battered body.

Why the fuck did I just wake up from dreaming I was a girl? let alone a fucking set of leather lingerie.And on some weird ass planet and then there was this figure in a kimono type gown with a headdress and gorgeous red hair.

I don't get it. I'd go back to sleep but, terrified.