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whelp. last night i dreamed i said "ta da!" and then wiped out half of all creation.

I have possibly, on occasion, been told I work too much and I should try having a better social life. No, Jess, I'm not looking at you at all. This is going to be my attempt at that.

Now, to avoid making this sound entirely too much like a personal ad, I'll just stick with...

Hi, I'm Sam.

So, I know that people talk about receiving gifts from their dreams and I've gotten one thing so far, but I certainly didn't expect this new one when I woke up this morning.

In my dream training they decided that we all needed to pick a dog and raise it. I'm not entirely sure what the endgame is on this task, but I ended up picking this pug and named it J.B. Well, lo and behold, that dog was on my bed this morning! He knows his name and the things I've taught him thus far in the dreams.

This is absolutely wicked and I gotta say he's way cuter in person.

Also, we did this crazy skydiving test where we had to land in the target and not be picked up by radar and one of our group didn't have a parachute. What a rush! Now I absolutely want to go skydiving here, anyone want to join me?

In the Dreams last night, Setsuna came back from Heaven all depressed. He wouldn't talk about it, but I figure his little girlfriend dumped him or something when he went up to rescue her. Leave it to Setsu to get all bent out of shape the over some flatchested little girlie. Oh, and I guess he got a bunch of people killed, but whatever. Either way, kid needs to learn how to let shit go. Being the good friends we are, Kira and I busted down his door and in order to cheer him up, threw him in a fountain.

And then the fucking turdmonkey pulled me in after him. He didn't pull in Kira, the fucking bastard.

Anywhatzit, I woke up fucking drenched this morning. These dreams can be a real pain in the ass sometimes.

Next up on The Mighty Katou's Epic Afterlife Adventure: Me, Kira and Setsuna are going up to Heaven to rescue some peeps and fuck up some Heavenly Army Ass. Whoda thought someone like me would go to Heaven someday. .... Then again, given some of the angels I've met, you ain't gotta be no fucking saint to be there.

Working is going quite well, so far. If you haven't stopped by DP for a suit yet, lads, then you are missing out.

And to celebrate I'm definitely going to check out trivia night at The Olde Ship, does anyone want to join me?

And on a dream front - oh man. Well, I was arrested for being my dumbass self, called the number on the keepsake from this strange man who said it would give me one favor, and a few minutes later was promptly released. Quite confusing until I left and encountered the man who sprung me, Harry Hart, waiting for me outside the station and he informed me he was the man who gave me that medal as a child. He told me that my da saved his life and then asked me why I was giving up on my life before the wankers I know showed up and started trouble. And then - holy shit - Harry is an amazing ninja or something. He managed to take down 6 men in just a few minutes, the most brilliant thing I've ever seen, and then sat down to finish his pint. Bloody hell, it was like being in a spy movie!

I feel like everyone on this network who dreams of Panem only has dark shit to say and, well, here's more dark shit.

Quarter Quell arena blew up (hey Katniss), and it was like I just knew...then yep, sure enough, my home District was basically fire-bombed in retaliation. Managed to get a bunch of people to the woods, to hunt for them and keep them alive until a hovercraft arrived, but it wasn't the best thing to witness even as it unfolded in my head. Felt like I was really there. I'm so tired of dreaming about war, and living war, over and over--

Here's hoping the rebellion squashes the oppression.

And I still haven't gotten any 'dream gifts.' Show me the fucking receipts, because this is some crazy crap right here.

well, i had the superflu this weekend. it fucking suuuuucked. i don't think i'd have made it if it weren't for my two roommates (and the dog). i still kind of feel like shit, but at least i don't feel like i'm dying anymore. i would actually rather get sliced open by a sword again than go through that a second time.

speaking of that, i died again in my dreams last night. for those keeping score, that brings me to four deaths so far. i've probably had like, a dozen dreams. is there some sorta prize for "most dream deaths?" because i'm pretty sure i'm a shoe-in. so glad this one didn't choose to carry over too. dying sucks enough when you do it in your dream, let alone when you wake up bleeding all over the place. i have never been more happy to wake up with both my arms still firmly attached to my body than i was this morning.

in non-dream related news, i managed to drag myself to school yesterday. talked to all of my teachers about shit that's been going on. anyway, they all agreed that i could probably squeeze by in their classes if i aced my finals and wrote some paper. so... that's a lot of studying, i guess. i tried to get to it last night, but ... frankly i don't get it at all. i guess that's what i get for skipping most of my classes and being high for the ones i did show up for.

the point is, i guess i'm looking for someone who can help me figure this shit out, because i've only got a couple more weeks until the end of the year. i don't usually ask for help, but i realized recently that sometimes you kinda need it. so uh... i guess the word i'm looking for is 'tutor.' anyone wanna like... tutor me and shit? fuck this is embarassing.

Protip: Try not to get flogged in your dreams. Because if you wake up with your back looking like raw meat, it kind of hurts.

I'm just going to show my dog, because at least she's smiling.

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I finally dreamed we hit the iceberg. After doing a nude sketch, running from a bodyguard, and doing illicit things in the ship's cargo hold, in a car. We hit the goddamn iceberg. Ice chunks all over the deck. I can still feel the cold.

Time for an entire pack of smokes, and beer. Lotta beer.

Anyone else also hate Celine Dion, for some reason? Or is that just me? Been hearing her too much on the radio lately. And here I thought she died of old age or some shit?

I just got signed for two new Warner Brothers films. I am so EXCITED!!! I know this is Hollywood, and there are a lot of projects, but there are a million stylists out there. I am just glad to be working on a set again, or will be. It starts in two weeks.

YES!!!!

My mother has sent me home with enough left overs to last me until the End of Days. Well, maybe not that much but still. I'm starting to think she's convinced that I'm still one of those college kids that lives off of pizza. Secretly I'm glad though because mom's cooking is amazing. Now If I can just keep it away from my roommate...there's the challenge.


Also Hello I'm Claudia. I'm usually behind on the social media tools but someone said this was a pretty nifty place. Since I have no idea what to even put on here I'll just give a few random facts about myself.

1. I love old movies. Like Humphrey Bogart and Clark Gable old movies.
2. I have a rabbit. His name is Hermey.
3. I firmly believe that take out taste better when its a leftover than when it's fresh

It's only been a day and already I miss my essence of soft femininity. Balls get in the way of everything.

There are just so many things I don't understand about being a man. How long is this going to last? Is my client file management system at the firm going to get messed up because it's not me there oh god I'm having a panic attack!!

So, I'm 95% sure I'm going to start looking for a new job. I actually have the next week off from flying so I thought it would be a great opportunity. And I'm willing to look at anything, so I'm sure I'll find something that will work. At least until I know what I wanna do. Years of experience in any sort of shoppe kind of helps, right?

Anyone out there looking for some extra help?

On the dream side, I feel like they've picked up. It was a bittersweet dream while I was in San Francisco. I dreamt of my dad. It was so good to see him again. And then everything went downhill from there.

( Private to Jack )

( Private to Daniel )

I asked and almost forgot to give her the ring. But then she said yes, so we're cool.

( And then it was like... )

I guess I'm obligated to share the joy on the network, and then not post about it again for awhile out of fear of being obnoxious. But hey, still in New York until Tuesday so if anyone wants anything from the city, speak up. I will happily play courier.

Two lunkheads broke into my house recently and they were carrying a paintball gun and a baseball bat. And they had stockings on their heads! Who actually does that? Luckily we got the living room window fixed relatively quickly but I took a shot for the team and ended up with a bruise the size of a baseball on my side. Bloody paintballs hurt.

I think I'm going to drown myself in the comforts of the crêpe food truck outside Stark Industries. Plus, my dreams have been-- Talking about it in public seems odd-- jfdfjklajkldls;a

( Private to Lydia )

so i keep hereing about this about this thing around at skool and thot id give it a shot since my fucking drummer is useless. yo. im katou. figured this was a good as place as ne to advertis. my band teh Drugnaughts are playing there 1st show this friday at [Venue]. good old fashiond hardcore punk rock. 70s hardcore punk not this new shitty hardcore punk. so come out and have a good time and by my band sum beers.

How the hell is it that practically every cheap and trashy bar I can walk to is closed due to fire damage repairs?

These are dark times.

Has anyone been to the Food Truck Fare on Wednesdays, in Costa Mesa? It's very intriguing, but I haven't wanted to venture there by myself. I know that most people would inquire as to why anyone would trust food from a truck but did you know that they actually have more strict health code standards than a free-standing restaurant? I mean, really, the state of unclean ceilings, walls, and floors and questionable residue you can get away with having in a restaurant before it reaches the category of 'critical violation' is very interesting.

An old friend of mine told me about this forum and said it's the most entertaining thing he's read in months, and I just figured, why not sign up too? And add it to my list of websites to check daily during my coffee break in addition to Google News, CNN, Al Jazeera, and Etsy. Wendy Darling is my name. It's nice to meet you all.

Wow, this network is still active? I don't know what I expected.

My name's Alyssa, I used to live here a while ago. It's nice to meet everyone (again). I missed a few people who used to live here, so I hope you're still here? That doesn't sound pathetic.

Uhm... Oops. Sorry about that earthquake, guys. >.>

Can this holiday season be over? For the last time if another person asks me at my cafe if I've got a date because they're concerned about me being single, I will punch them in the face.

If one more person asks for a valentine's meal, I will also punch them in the face.

I am sick of making heart shaped foods. Oh. My. God.

I'm pretty sure the whole 'I'm On A Boat' song pretty much explains most of what I just dreamed about. But hey, it's a cool thing. Usually people have to take some kind of drug for shit like that. And this is free.

No complaints. Yet. But, yeah. I was on a boat. A big one. I even got the tickets for it, but I'm pretty sure the boat historically sank, too.

I'm going to need new curtains. And a new fish tank. Possibly a new couch.

Acceptable losses, really.

This is getting ridiculous. I was in the library, studying when my roommate texted me to tell me that someone gratified all the apartment doors on our floor. This totally isn't cool. How someone did this without anyone seeing them, I have no idea.

Caroline Forbes

Have people died in your dreams?

I'm really looking forward to starting my internship this semester. It's going to be great to finally be able to combine the two things I love: psychology and music. (And yea, Stiles, some of those psychology are really crazy, I agree.)

And with that, I just wanted to remind everyone that we do open mics on Wednesdays. We always love to have new people join us.

Is there a word for baking out of sheer relief? And shock? I don't know if there is but I may have baked again. And over cooked. Taste of Home is just filled with food again.

I mean beyond what customers are ordering.


Someone come save me from myself? XD

Someone tried to mug me today.

But I'm too poor to mug - the jerkoff didn't even want my phone, it's that shitty. So he kind of just stood there, watching me empty my pockets, and I think the most expensive thing I had were two cigarettes and a pack of gum.

I felt kind of bad for him.