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[Blocked from Thor]

I had one of those not-dreams last night. There was a time when I actually wished they would happen. I felt left out. And then... I don't know what changed. I began to dread them. Maybe because so many of them sounded so unpleasant, and the pessimist in me expected that unpleasantness would inevitably find me, as well. I hate that I was right, and even still, it was more upsetting than I could possibly imagine.

Why am I writing about it here? Because it's what everyone else does? Because I need a cathartic experience? It's like a wet, icy blanket that I cannot shake off.

( cut for potential trigger: child endangerment )

Random sketch tonight.

February isn't real. Winter doesn't exist past January 31st. After that, it's just Pre-Spring.

Ya know... Just when I thought my dreams were finally done... No, I get a new one. Least it's just one... And it seems my dreams wanted to remind me of my fucking attack, thanks for that by the way. So picking up with me in the hospital I woke up to go shower, and suddenly my hair starts falling out and when I look to the drain it's covered in water and hair and when I reach down, a fucking hand reaches out to grab me. Obviously, I scream and apparently I took off for two days.

When Stiles and the Sheriff found me, I was walking dazed and confused int he woods... Naked mind you. Went back to school that following day just to have all the school hear about what happened to me and stare at me. It's okay, I walked in like a boss, head held high and went about my merry way.

Still, that just means that I woke up in the actual fucking woods with my throat hurting from screaming I guess.

Turns out Christmas isn't so bad when 90% of your family is on the other side of the country.

I swear the snowman outside my window is watching me...

This snow is amazing. I hope it never stops. Bless these non-sweaty days.

Here's a fun fact: Human beings put a man on the moon before we put wheels on luggage.

Another interesting fact: The people in my dreams can literally teleport anywhere in the world, and yet they still think that tying a letter to an owl and sending it off is the most reliable way to deliver the post.

So far no new dreams. Which is good. But I have a sinking feeling when the new dreams do come, it's going to be something bad. Not sure what. Just a gut feeling.

I just received via mail an invitation to my ex-fiance, Edith's, wedding to Mr. Bertram Woolvey, to be held early next year. I admit that it came as something of an unpleasant surprise, but it has been over a year since we ended our engagement, and I am pleased that she will finally be able to continue on with her life without constantly being held by my duty. Mr. Woolvey has always been a bit of a prat somewhat arrogant an idiot an upstanding gentleman from a good family, and I've always suspected that he has held Edith in some regard, so I hope that their union will be a blessed and happy one.

Thankfully Unfortunately, I must remain in America, so I had to send my regrets. I'm sure it will be a beautiful wedding, however.

Fuck these dreams. They can go to hell.

Ain't right for someone to dream about dyin', much less in front of the only family you had.

Anyone up for a little fun on October the 30th?

This time of year is always filled with fond memories of pumpkin pie and taking my little brother trick or treating.

Though with him, it was as often a trick as a treat.

Loki, remember the time you made me think you'd gotten your hand caught in the disposal? Good times!

I was not made for the warm weather.

Not even October (yet) and I already miss seasons.

I love my job, my boss, my client but I sometimes do wish that Odin was my boss here as he is in my Dreams. The combo would be quite interesting. And he was a good boss to have.

Shouldn't the children be in school this time of year? Why are they all running about? Is it a holiday? Do I not have work?

I connected to the blanket wi-fi in my neighborhood and it brought me to this site. Is this a town hall or more of a town watch? Where do I sign up for the church choir?

I would like to express my displeasure at Pizza Delivery.

I know, you're thinking, how could anything so beautiful be terrible. I get it. I love pizza, I love pizza arriving at my doorstep. But I have beef with how you are assigned one specific location and that's it.

So when I go to order pizza on a week night and my store is closed, and I see another store mere miles further is still opening and delivering for another hour, how is it I cannot get that pizza. Why? I will pay an extra delivery charge. There's a flaw in the system, I'm just saying, and that's it.

I hope everyone has had a really fantastic Valentine's Day! I printed these adorable cards out and gave them to my coworkers at the aquarium.

It's hard to pick a favourite, but I may have to say my old friend the shark. Fintastic!

I don't care if people watch porn, but I don't think the school library is the place to do that. I came here to try and get some work done since my roommate decided to invite his friends back to our room tonight so I came to the library and went to the back where it's quieter and there's this guy watching porn on his laptop.

Come on!

I am very possibly literally spamming your little forum here, but I have like, no friends to text this to (wow how depressing is THAT statement) and it was of upmost importance that I shared this with ANYONE.

(I'm specifically looking at you, Scott, Scott McCall, local vet tech.)

Right, because I want to watch a movie where a dog dies over and over again. I'm not a masochist. Who thought this was a good idea for a movie?

Figured that might get some attention so this isn't a generic, hi I'm new, post. Anyway, I'm Philip. Someone left this page open on a computer in the library and I started looking through it so I decided to join. Don't really know why, but now I've done it, so I might as well see what's going on.

They say distance makes the heart grow fonder but ... I dunno. Did I miss home? Sure. Am I glad to be back? I guess, but that's more because Orange County is Orange County and less because of home. Though there's something really, really great about not paying for my own food or room anymore. (Thanks, mom and dad.)

Anyway, now that I'm back, I figured I'd finally see why everyone is raving about this network. Like, not literally raving, but even before I left people were talking about it. I just never bothered because I didn't plan on hanging around much. Best laid plans, huh?

(PS hello I'm Loki)

My dreams decided to give me something finally. Not my spellbook, which I have been very patient for, but a dead lizard.

I'm flattered.

This was a delightful way to waste six minutes. How eerie how well it fit Stark.

I have the urge to just spend this weekend high and drunk. Would that be irresponsible of me? I just don't want to be reminded that it's Valentine's Day. I can't even go to Starbucks without being reminded cause they have hearts on their cups this week.

I totally forgot the superbowl is this weekend until the memo came around for those working. I have to admit last year it was nowhere near as bad as I expected, I've seen way worse after a football game at home.

But to anybody watching and celebrating be careful :)

In lieu of little else to do, I thought I'd allow myself a certain bit of nostalgia. And by that I mean it's been ages since I've had a look at the variety of gifts the dreams have bestowed upon me. Now, seeing as I'm something of an observant man, I immediately noticed something not quite right. I've got this rather impressive scepter that usually has a certain glow about it.

It's not glowing anymore. And it is very cracked.

Has anyone by chance seen a very lovely, very unusual sort of stone? You'd know it right away if it were out of place. It's not exactly the sort of thing that's safe to handle.

All the fog is making me nervous. Nothing works right outside. I've been keeping my daughter in the house; she's home-schooled so being even more restricted is hard on her. I tell myself I understand why she is frustrated with me. As her mother, I want to keep her safe. Safe and angry with me is a better deal than walking into danger with a smile.

I hope this lifts soon. My girl has enough on her plate without me adding 'house arrest' to the list.

Dreamed I was lied to, my whole life. And then rejected, because of an accident of my birth. Raised an Angel, but not an Angel. Born of Asgard, but not Asgardian.

At least I got to beat on Thor again. That is always fun. He shouldn't worry, I wouldn't actually harm a child.

Loki

Hello brother.

You'd think, normally, that with a new year comes a new me! Well, I like the old me so that's not going to change that much, but what the old me does, now that's something that can change. At least a little.

Van Dyne Designs will be doing something a little different this year. Every month in 2016 we'll be running an amateur design contest. There'll be money prizes and at the end of the year we'll put all 12 winning designs into one final contest, with the winner earning a paid internship at my company! It'll be loads of fun!

And one more, unrelated thing.

I want to do a superhero roll call. You know who you are, but I don't!

Now this is a rather pleasant birthday surprise.

I suppose now that I've stolen Wiccan's power regained some measure of my own power in my dreams, these things happen. Though I'm still not entirely myself there. Not that there's much sense in complaining, really.

I may even be prompted to go out and celebrate.

I guess after I'm done boggling about the entire mess of dreamland, I can actually appreciate learning more of what actually went on during the monster war that took place a thousand years before current dream events. Ever since I started dreaming I kept writing down everything I could remember - history, legends, spells, charts and whatever else - and I've got several notebooks filled. In case there's ever a need to look back for reference.

Anyway, things got to the 'OH SHIT' point to where casting the Giga Slave was the last option. Except I got blown up before I finished, the team and I got separated, and when we re-grouped we found a graveyard of extinct dragons (also part of the reason why this entire goddamn mess even started), and discovered the last Dark Star weapon. Cue a present-time dragon massacre, I got the weapon out of its barrier then proceeded to get the weapon stolen from me, and I woke up with a pounding headache.

My involvement in all this can be attributed to my sister, the first human approached to deal with this mess, declined, and dumped the responsibility on me. In both worlds you're an asshole, sis.

ON AN UNRELATED NOTE, The Reeces Peanutbutter Cup Burger. I...don't know if I'd eat that. Drunk? Maybe. Sober? Uhhh. Depends how hungry I am. I mean, I've had bacon chocolate chip cookies before, that was some good stuff. But actual beef stuffed with peanutbutter and chocolate? Errr.

Apparently I should say sorry for this weekend. But I won't. Instead I'm gonna say you're welcome. Because imagine if Halloween had been normal and boring.

There were two ships. One had red paint, one had blue paint. They collided. At last report, the survivors were marooned.

Ever get to that point where your dreams stop being even remotely interesting and then segue into an inevitable train wreck? I don't care about prophecies, I don't care about your dragon drama (especially when all of you are suspicious bastards), please stop interrupting my plans of travel that involve a) me getting filthy rich and b) eating. I'd also appreciate the attempts of murder to stop, because I actually didn't do what this urinal cake thinks I did.

On the bright side, I can blame my sister for forcing me to handle this mess, otherwise I'd quit. But I hope I get cool stuff. I'm due for getting cool stuff again, dreamfairy. Hinthint.

Anyway, moving onto more realistic matters, is anyone interested in a big clunker van? It's a Frankencar, has been shot at multiple times throughout the year and still runs pretty well. It's got somewhat butchered shag carpet on the inside and I'm keeping the beaded curtains, fyi, but it'd be a good project for a grease monkey.

As for the blood in it, it's not mine, I didn't kill anyone, people who got shot just bled all over it. I'll, uh, discount it for that part.

My Dreams are so weird. So weird. I can't even ... I was buried under a bunch of rubble during a battle, and managed to use explosive arrowheads to blow some debris out of the way, and then dig my way out the rest of the way. With Eli. That's confusing. I hate being a teenager again. It's.. hormonal and disgusting.

The rest was just playing at the Avengers Mansion. Thor's a lot hotter in person, by the way.

Good evening, Orange County. I was told that this is the place to be, and while I'm not one for a lot of online stuff I thought I'd give this a shot. I'm Steve Rogers, and I just spent a lot of time at the Children's Hospital of Orange County helping them put up Halloween decorations. Yeah, it's the first of October, but it's all they've been talking about for the last week so I couldn't say no.

Has anyone else gotten any decorations up yet, or are you waiting a little while longer?

This is a friendly PSA reminding you all that Halloween is in a mere 38 days. And that's pretty much the best news I've heard all year.

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.

In my dream last night Michael and I were working on the next issue of Rage and clashed a little on the cover art. He thought it was pornographic, but I thought it was supposed to push the envelope. Dreaming about this reminded me about how much I've been wanting to do a comic. Billy was going to help me with the plots part since he was a superhero in his dreams and I was gonna do the art, but now I'm at a loss as to what to write it about cause I don't really know as much about comic books.

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I guess I should be glad not all the dream rules don't apply to real life or my father would have tried to sell me for food again (this makes the second time) today. Stay classy Genma stay classy.

Can one quit their family?

Soooooo.....is there a number I can call to request new dreams? Because that would be great.

So, not only is evil!dream boyfriend back to normal and not talking to me it has just been decreed that all dhampirs will become guardians at the age of 16. Which is totally bullshit.

So, if that isn't worse - the end of my dreams is a total shit show. Apparently the Queen of the vampires is now dead and apparently it was done with my stake. GUESS WHO IS GOING TO VAMPIRE JAIL AND COULD BE SENTENCED TO DEATH.

FML.

We're having a survey at the library through the end of August, and I thought I would bring it here to broaden the group a bit.

Which do you find more convenient for your lifestyle:

Books

E-readers

Audiobooks

In an ideal world (where time and money were not a factor), which do you prefer the most:

Books

E-readers

Audiobooks

Personally, I've been sold on e-readers since they came on the market, but then again, I've always been a fan of gadgets.

Tags: barbara gordon (batgirl), guinevere pendragon, kitty pryde (shadowcat), kung jin, lara croft, loki odinson, matt murdock (daredevil), michael glass, nico robin, rachel roth (raven), tessa gray

Apparently, in the dreams, I'm the Dorian Gray. I had always assumed my parents liked the sound of the name, but apparently I actually am the legend himself.

I've even received the portrait to prove it. This should prove interesting.

You know. I thought everyone being so angry was going to be fun. Now it's just tedious.


aka someone yelled at me at Starbucks today and it made me sad :(

Uh.

I think I'm an Avenger

That awkward moment when you dream about hanging out with the mini Avengers and you actually start to like them keep running into the girl that kicked you through the window of a Korean barbecue in an alternate universe.

I don't know what was weirder about my dreams last night, the shrinking thing or the big green angry guy or me being all 'oh hey we work well together lets call ourselves the Avengers!'

Avengers. That's so comic booky.

How much does a polar bear weigh?

Enough to break the ice.

Hi, I'm Peter.

A customer at the coffee shop suggested that I should look into this network. Not really completely sure what I'm supposed to say on here. I do enjoy long walks on the beach and misspelling people's names on their to-go cups. If I'm not at the coffee shop working I'm usually off by the beach playing guitar for money and phone numbers, the latter is usually unintentional.

Oh! I also attend UC Irvine and currently undeclared. Suggestions on a good major are welcome.