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Am I the only one who's really worried about that dog on tiktok who's owners gave it one of those talking boards to communicate with? I mean they posted a video of the dog apparently hitting the buttons to ask the question why dog why. This dog is having an existential crisis and the owners are just...recording it.

Anybody else find themselves...uneasy out here when this place is just quiet for too long? God I need sleep but I can't seem to fall asleep

So I've been an EMT for a couple of months now and I actually enjoy it a lot more than I thought I would at the start. The only part I really dislike, which I would think is the same for doctor's, is when the person we're called for dies. That happened last night and I don't know if it's because I've been talking more about being a Medium lately and I've let my guard down, but I saw the man's ghost just after he passed and it shocked me for a minute since I don't usually see random ghosts. I can usually control it and it's usually people I know that I see or people I've had a connection to.

It reminded me just how much of a shock it is to see them unexpectedly and while I sometimes act like an expert on the subject and like it doesn't affect me, that's clearly not true like I thought.

I haven't had any weird dreams for a while. No more ghost sightings either. Maybe I'm done with the whole thing.

I'm really hoping that this latest dream means that I'm finally going to stop having to relive the fallout from the accident. It started with me meeting this girl named Kat when I was in the hospital - her mom works there and told her I needed a friend so...thanks mysterious pitying mom I guess. I really wanted to dislike Kat but she's just got that quality about her that makes it impossible. I was released from the hospital the next day and my grandparents took me home so I don't know when, or if, I'll see her again but it was good to have a friend for at least a little while distracting me. Almost enough to break through the numbness I was feeling in the dream.

The Dream ended with the funeral - us burying them in the cemetery that the accident was in front of and Gran wanted me to speak there, just like here but I couldn't. I couldn't talk about them. I didn't want to talk about them or listen to other people talk about them. In the dream I started screaming at the funeral while someone was talking about Emma, and I just kept screaming until I blacked out in the Dream.

I woke up here screaming with Dragon beside me trying to comfort me.

Can we all agree that Daylight Savings Time needs to stop? Just let us jump ahead and stay there forever!

I really wish I was older so I could drink, because these dreams are driving me to the edge.

So what were the odds that both of my sisters were going to end up leaving town at the same time? I kind of expected that Katherine and Enzo might leave at some point since Enzo kept opening clubs all over the place, but I wasn't expecting Elena to get a job offer that would cause her to move too. Katherine had already moved out when she got married, but now that Elena is gone too, this house seems so big. I wouldn't dream of selling it though. Ali actually moved in, so I'm not by myself, but I'm wondering if maybe I should rent out the other two bedrooms.

I'm starting to see ghosts. I see them in my dreams. And now, I swear, I just saw one here in the house.

Finally heard back from my landlord - as long as I'm out by the end of next month, he'll let me out of my lease since my roommate left Orange County. Now to find a smaller place, pack and get entirely moved. It's doable I think. If I give up sleeping and cut back on the hours the truck is open and use more of my savings to stay afloat

Hunting ghost killers is always fun.

At least there were no reapers or wendigos involved this time. Just a good old vengeful spirit.

I really don't like these dreams.

I keep having the same dreams over and over.

I don't know if there's something I've missed that I'm supposed to figure out before I go forward, or what? But like Lydia and Derek are both further along than me and it makes no sense.

Nothing about these dreams makes sense, though, does it? I've tried to find patterns, I've even made like a crime scene board with yarn connecting points and facts and info, but nothing makes sense even with the visual.

It's like the dreaming is completely random and yet...I feel like there's a reason. Or a pattern, at least. I just can't find it.

Whoever they are they've been beating me senseless for 10 hours.

Also, dream me is a kinky son of a bitch. That's just... weird. Dream me is also of the mind that no one will give a shit about me and won't come to get me and/or find me.

Ben's a ghost. I hate Ben being a ghost! There's also a ghost there in the room with me and my torturers. Some Russian lady.

(Dream me is also having a fit that the bad guys are destroying his drugs.)

Ben keeps telling me to be strong.

Also, that sucks! It showed me when I was younger. Dad had left me in a mausoleum or something, in the dark for WAY too long. "Have you mastered your fear of the dead, Number Four?" (This only came about because I was trapped in a damn closet while the bad guys were gone for hours. Pretty sure he's also going through withdrawal but it's mainly the claustrophobia)

Dream me is sober. So, I can see the ghosts better. Talking to a Zoya, who was a victim of my kidnappers.

Their names are Hazel and Ca-Ca.

Shit. Diego, I'm sorry!

Also, WHAT THE HELL WAS IN THAT BRIEFCASE, IT ZAPPED ME... SOMEWHERE! (Also, the lady on the bus was oogling Dream!me, but then again, I was still only in a towel.)

What a nice way to end the year. I dreamed about the Casket Girls Festival and I woke up to the outfit I wore. I had to hide from allays. And people who were doing magic to find me. Josh had given me his car to try and run but that didn’t work out that way. I wasn’t really shocked at that. The witches knocked Cami out and I killed the four of them.

I’m really starting to hate the people in my dreams. Tim was hanging from the ceiling. Poor Tim just always getting hurt because he knows me in the dreams. And because of that he’s dead in the dreams. And I ended up being poisoned in the dreams. Good times.

I'm pretty sure I saw Santa in line at my truck today. Or at least I'm really hoping it was Santa due to the fact that he put some old woman on his naughty list for her bad attitude over the fact that I had no way of finding out what the pin for her card was.

These dreams are like a freaking soap opera. I hate soap operas.

This one wasn't that bad, in the grand scheme of things. Scott and i stopped the werewolf hunter from interrogating Jackson. I went home and got my dad drunk so I could take advantage of him and read his official police reports about the recent 'animal attacks'. Then I rammed my jeep into Scott's mom's car because she was on a date with THE ALPHA.

Soap operas are made of this stuff.

Career night. Heck of a night to ask someone out.

I don't even remember high school ever having a career night, other than in these dreams.

A fight broke out between a couple of the students. Something is off about that mayor though, I just don't know what.

Seems that the mayor was going to have the boys fight it out, to get it out of their system.

And I could've lost my job by calling him a full grown alpha male douchebag. But I was willing to fight for those boys, I'd do the same here too.

So, I ran into Jenna's ex-boyfriend, Logan Fell, and told him that I wasn't a violent guy by design. And... okay. I'm not sure what to think about what happened towards the end.

He went on and on about me not knowing what I was dealing with. I have a feeling that I do know, or at least dream me knows anyway. Me, on the other hand, I'm lost as can be.

I've always had intense dreams probably from the drugs but that was...It felt real. Too real. I don't like it.

Just a helpful hint for the next time you find yourself dealing with a service worker. If you find yourself about to utter the words "I don't want to be difficult/a bother but/however..." just stop right there. Do not finish whatever that sentence was going to be because it can never end well. Any sentence that starts that way actually means "I'm doing this on purpose to make your life harder because I can".

Thank god, I'd been worried about Elena since yesterday. I figured it was probably an OC thing, but having her back home is a relief.

Also, as usual I dressed Dragon up and all the kids who trick or treated at my house loved him. I mean, what's the point in having a dog if you can't have fun with them on Halloween?

( Happy Birthday, Jeremy Gilbert )

Well... that was interesting. I guess I just like being a history teacher. There is far too much in that dream that's the same out here. Something that I'm not entirely sure how to handle. Only difference is the whole ordeal with the woman I love.

Seems like I like giving second chances too, right off the bat.


[Jeremy]

So, you already knew who I was then? If these dreams are any indication of things.

Having whiskey coffee with the sweetest bear in the world.


This is my life now and I'm loving it.


[Elena and Jeremy.]

I'm headed to Louisiana to talk to Sam about the bar.
Just thought I'd let you know.

I'm starting to build a regular schedule up for Bell's Bites. Owen, the owner of The Cellar, and I have worked out an arrangement where I'll be parking in the lot for his restaurants open mic nights on Wednesdays and Saturdays. Bell's Bites will be opening up there at 8 pm and closing at 1 am providing food to the performers and patrons while The Cellar handles drinks.

[Emma Frost]

Any idea what days will work best for outside of your building? Maybe Mondays and Thursdays?

[Christy]

What do you say Sunday - you, me and movies and bad food?

[Jeremy Gilbert]

Any chance I could convince you to come hang out one of the nights I'm at The Cellar?

One thing I never had to do back in Chicago was battle wildfires. This is unlike anything I've ever seen before.

It's been a long week. My team has been ordered a 48 hour furlough before tagging back in. I don't even have the energy to get groceries to make a meal. I'm grabbing something quick and going to crash.

Since I keep getting pushed towards this, by old friends and new acquaintances, I should introduce myself. I'm Alaric Saltzman. The new history teacher at Huntington Beach High School.

I recently moved here to the OC for personal reasons, but I'm sure that I'll end up staying and enjoying the place, as well.

Fuck sake, but dreams time jump like crazy.

Than ended up with me chopping off Uncle John's fingers.

I kinda felt bad about it when i woke up.

So looks like in the dreams we do have a game plan after all. The mechanic that tased me in the last dreams I had, Rose, she and I figured out that if we can get onboard Snoke's ship and disable their hyperspace tracking the Resistance can survive to fight another day. And who gets voluntold to go? Me and Rose. I still can't believe you couldn't come with us, Poe.

Anyway, a lot of stuff happens. Gotta find a codebreaker on this gambling planet, Canto Bight, and before we know it we're locked up for illegally parking on the beach?? WHAT?

We bust out of there, end up riding these really weird alien horse things called Fathiers, manage to escape on a stolen ship and our cellmate the codebreaker - he's a coward and a backstabber. We escape Canto, manage to get onto Snoke's Dreadnought, and we're like TEN FEET FROM THE HYPERSPACE TRACKER WHEN THIS DUDE TURNS ON US.

Now me and Rose are at the mercy of all FRICKING PEOPLE, CAPTAIN PHASMA (HOW DID SHE SURVIVE STARKILLER?) and it's not looking good.

Exactly how many times do I almost die in these dreams? I'm losing count, man.

I thought dying in my dreams was bad, but now I’ve experienced it in real life and I wouldn’t recommend it. It's not something I want to do again. [Filtered away from Elena and Katherine Gilbert] Especially not when it causes my sisters to turn off their humanity to cope with it. At least in the real world neither of them burned our house down like Elena did in the dreams.

Today is always a difficult day, but at least as a Medium I'm still able to see my parents on occasion. It's not the same as actually having them around, but it's better than not having them around a all.

I cannot adequately express just how tiring it is to dream about the ire my family inspires in others.

And the training space is complete.

I'm pretty proud of it actually. Based on traditional Japanese designs to allow space. Guess there are some advantages to owning a house now rather than just an apartment.

I really should have been expecting Gran to do something like this the minute I told her I'd figured out what I wanted to do for a living out here. She can't afford to take on the payments if I fail When I got back from my shift today I found an envelope slid under the door with loan paperwork that she'd filled out and gotten approved as a cosigner for me to buy a food truck. So...guess I'm going to be giving my two weeks at the restaurant sooner than I was planning. I already emailed the manager and it shouldn't affect the application getting approved because I've proven that I'm staying in the area by working there for so long.

The Underworld did remarkably well for the 4th of July. And fireworks weren't the only thing that ended in a bang last night.

Katherine and I said "fuck it" and got married by Elvis at a 24 hour chapel. We will be having an official ceremony later this month, but, hey, I have a wife.

So like, Hi. I'm Stiles. At least that's what everyone calls me. Trust me, it's easier than my actual name, because unless you're Polish, you probably can't pronounce it anyway. And even if you are Polish you might not be able to pronounce it. I'm not even Polish, my parents just decided to saddle me with a Polish name. And then somewhere along the way, I adopted my grandfather's nickname, and that's what stuck. So yeah. Hi. I'm Stiles. I like to talk. Sorry. Except not really.

I really thought I was done having to drive in random snowstorms when I moved out here. You expect snow in the winter so that didn't shock me as much as walking out to my truck today to find it covered in snow.

[Jeremy]

So how wrong am I to be preparing myself for things to get even weirder?

[Christy]
You okay?

It's still almost two weeks until the 4th of July, and the neighbors are shooting off fireworks. It is SNOWING IN JUNE and the neighbors are shooting off fireworks.

Just. ...Wake me up in 2021.

Anybody out there know how to handle a crossbow?

I could use some lessons I've got a bow.

I had another dream. The camp got over run with walkers, we some people. And Jim got bit. We had to leave him behind when we moved out. One of the families decided not to go with us. There's still too damn many of us to travel quietly, and I really don't like the cops in the group.

Still haven't found my brother, but we made it to the CDC. Supposed to be help and resources there. Just a bunch of dead bodies and walkers. Seems like we're screwed six ways to Sunday. If it were a TV show, I'd expect my brother to come running out of the shadows to save the day, but I don't think it's gonna happen that way.

Has anyone ever died in their dreams?

Asking for a friend.

So let's say I have a weekend off because somehow the restaurant gods have decided to smile on me - anyplace that won't cost me a ton to go and hang out and get some down time?

Seems like things following me out of my dreams is going to be a thing.

This morning I woke up with a crude knife dream me made from part of the drop ship.

There are Ewoks in the old treehouse in my backyard. I've seen a lot of crazy stuff over the last couple of years, but I never thought Ewoks would move into our treehouse. Dragon keeps barking at the patio door, but I don't want to let him out. I'm honestly not sure who I'm more worried about if I do let him out, him or the Ewoks.

Anyone have any suggestions for someone looking to pick up a new hobby? Outdoor would be preferable. I spend way too much time inside as it is.

At least this time I didn’t dream about the accident again. I dreamt about something that happened a long time before - the night Emma was born. Here Dad drove mom to the hospital and left me with her parents while Mom was giving birth and then took me to see them the next morning. There? He was so convinced that ‘monsters’ would get in if he opened the door after dark that he refused to drive her or let the midwife into the house so he delivered Emma himself. One thing stayed the same though - mom asked me to help come up with her name. It was nice waking up from that place with a smile on my face instead of tears.

Things that I want: actual arcade machines

Things I do not have the space for: ...actual arcade machines

What I found on youtube to waste my time with when school lets out this summer: this.

I think I even still have some of my outdated phones in my old room at home. I'll have to look for them next time I go see my parents.

Am I crazy for wanting something to happen so I can use my crossbow? Rogue vampire hunting, in my dreams, has made me antsy. Being a vampire hunter with no vampires to hunt is not a good combination. I've also carved a bunch of stakes recently when I already have a bunch. I'm beginning to think I need something other than EMT training to focus my energy on. Anyone got any ideas or suggestions?

I almost forgot what it was like to have a six foot three hundred and sixty pound beefcake land awkwardly on top of me until football practice this afternoon.

Ow, and because it bears repeating, ow.

Ice is a truly wonderful thing.

Look. I get it. It sucks. But management made the decision not to offer the same discount to retired military that they do active duty. There’s nothing I can do about it without putting my job in jeopardy. And unless you’re willing to pay my bills after I get fired over you? I’m not putting it in jeopardy. And I couldn’t give a shit if the other servers here do it. That’s them and their choice to take the chance. You want that discount? Ask for their section next time. You will not bother me at all. In fact - it would make my day.

Oh hell no. You do not come to me 15 minutes before my shift ends and ask me to stay until close. Especially not when I already came in on my day off to open because you were going to be short. It is not my problem that you scheduled a known flake to close the dining room without having a backup lined up just in case she didn’t show up like always. You have managers. Tell them to quit watching youtube and pornhub on their phones and either call her to come do her damn job or go wait the tables themselves.

Someone tried to mug me on the way home tonight.

Hopefully the hospital will be able to turn him outside in again.