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Oh man! I felt the baby move! Sorry if that's an over-share, but I'm just really excited!

Well. I nearly set my house ablaze today. Having lightning unexpectedly come from one's fingertips tends to have an averse affect on flammable materials.

Many thanks to the conniving masterminds behind that surprise shower (and Zee for sacrificing her abode!), and many thanks for the abundance of meat I've only seen in medieval feasts in dreamland. I've been spending every waking moment of free time organizing the shit out of the nursery. And laughing at my own hormonal OCD. And then crying because the cat knocked everything over.

On another note, I flipped through the stinky old books I got from the dreamfairy, and there's a sealing spell that protects property against magical and natural fire. Well, alright, it's more of a ritual because it's tedious and time consuming, but around here a little extra insurance around these parts against the weird elements doesn't hurt.

If anyone wants the steps/ingredients, let me know. I'll send copies. I'll be setting it up for our own place for, uh, the obvious reasons. I can't remember what number we're on when it comes to TV replacements but it's pretty freakin' astounding how much money goes to preparing the shit we've broken.

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.

I hope all of you are doing well! The weather seems to be slowly turning.

On Friday, March 11th, Sunburst Medical Clinic will be holding a fundraiser for those inconvenienced or hurt by recent weird events. We're a nonprofit organization, and all proceeds will go to aid those in need.

Seeing as those on this network know more than any what those events are like, I thought telling you all about it would be the right thing to do.

The gate fee will be a mere $5, and there will be a shop with keepsakes for donations.

I woke up with a broken arm this morning after getting shot in my dreams. Every time I dream it sucks ass and I wake up injured. Domino (or whatever she fucking calls herself) needs an adult to stop her from doing dumb ass things.

Then I got healed by a wizard. Which almost doesn't even faze me at this point. Thanks, Doc, for helping me get better.

Sometimes these dreams are really hard. I mean, they were going great for a while there! A unicorn with all her centaur friends made us a big feast which was delicious and there was enough food for all of us even though Caramon was there because when Caramon is around there's usually not nearly enough food for everyone. But there was, and we all got to eat it and it was delicious!

And then we got to fly on the backs of these Pegasuses and it was wonderful. I'd never flown before in the dreams and I just loved it. At least until they put us to sleep. I tried not to fall asleep, but they insisted that I did because otherwise people might panic and fall off their backs but clearly they've never met a kender before because kender don't panic about anything.

And then when we landed we saw Goldmoon's home town and it was... nothing really all that interesting. In fact, there was nothing at all interesting until we found our ways into this swamp, and Flint and I scouted ahead and we might have got a little bit drunk we ran into even more draconians! Draconians are these creepy lizard people that turn into stone when you kill them. Anyway, Flint and I jumped into the swamp but everyone else got captured by the draconians! And then I pretended to be a dragon in order to free them all, and I got stuck in it's head and because everything was on fire Tanis had to chop off the head and I was really worried that they were going to chop off my topknot but it was all still there when they finally managed to get me out of the fake dragon's head.

And once we escaped from the draconian camp, we finally found Xak Tsaroth which was where we were planning on going because of Goldmoon's magical blue crystal staff, and we found a dragon.

Like, a real live breathing dragon! I thought that all the dragons got killed by Huma a really long time ago, but nope! There was one just hiding in this well in the middle of Xak Tsaroth.

But running into the dragon really wasn't as great as I thought it would be. ( Cut for a description of someone melted by acid )

For the most part, I really do like the dreams. It's so much more interesting than just going to sleep at night and not really doing anything. But I wish that the bad things that happened in them... didn't happen. And I don't know why all the really awful things have to come right after really great things like flying on flying horses and seeing a real life dragon for the first time.

I've had dreams spanning centuries of adventures, but I can't recall any incident in which I've ever been snogged by somebody's mother. Thought I'd escaped any further bouts of kissing. December was a bit ridiculous, yet January has gone and given it a run for its money.

Feel a bit violated.

While it's absolutely darling that everyone is enjoying the shift in year, do you perhaps think you'd all be able to do it a little quieter. And stop getting so hung over people, I don't need more than my own to deal with.

Explaining to a professional exactly why I've overdosed on migraine medication would be decidedly uncomfortable for both of us, I think. And I would really hate to ruin a man just because he's not as delusional as most here.

It is time that I offer my apologies to you all. As I understand it, snow is not uncommon in December here. You are no stranger to inclement weather. I do not know if it is often caused by one person, but in this instance I am to blame. I hope no one was harmed. I am...truly sorry. I will be stronger in the future, it will not happen again.

It's definitely being a very nice holiday season! I hope you're all healthy, happy, and enjoying this time of year, as well as our oh-so-surprising change of weather. Re-settling back into life here in Orange County is proving to be exactly what the doctor ordered.

Turns out this place is good for the brain, sometimes.

I really hope Grams can come home for Thanksgiving.

It's good to be back home. Hello, everyone. My name is Doctor Magius. After a rather long stay abroad, I've returned to find the OC just as odd as usual.

I do hope everyone is enjoying their fall.

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.

I can't keep going like th

How do people deal with neighbors who are constantly loud and make jokes of it when requested to not be so loud because the walls are thin?

So I believe it would be remiss of me if I didn't introduce myself or re-introduce myself as it were as I've moved back to the area recently. And as I know from experience this is the best way of reaching people in this county.

My name is Luisa Rey and I'm a mystery writer. My boyfriend and myself have just moved back to the area after a year away and we're looking forward to getting to know new faces as well as catching up with old friends.

I almost miss fall and winter in the north eastern US. I might have to take a trip to somewhere to see the last of the leaves and see the first beautiful snow.

When I got home tonight I had attempted to watch some tv and of course I fell asleep, but I had a few more dreams. I met up with The Doctor again and got to meet his Companion after me, Donna Noble. Sontarans tried to take over the Earth and I got cloned, which was really weird. My clone was working with the Sontarans, supporting them in their attempt. The Doctor built a device to clear the poisonous gas that the Sontarans had pumped into the air then he teleported himself to their ship, because he was going to blow it up from the inside, but instead this guy who had been helping them, teleported himself to the ship and The Doctor back and blew it up. After that, I went with The Doctor and Donna to the TARDIS to say goodbye and of the TARDIS started piloting itself and brought us to a planet called Messaline right in the middle of a war between the humans who lived there a creatures called the Hath. Soldiers showed up just after we landed and put The Doctor's hand into a progenation machine, which just happened to be nearby. The machine took the Doctor's DNA and created a daughter from it. The Hath showed up just after that and the soldiers attacked them, causing a cave in, which seperated me and the TARDIS from The Doctor and Donna. So I went with the Hath after I mended a dislocated shoulder for one of them, whose name was Peck. The Hath showed me a holographic map of the tunnels we were in and at one point The Doctor was looking at the same map and did something to it to show new tunnels. He called me shortly after that to make sure I was alright, but my battery died. So I was studying the map and Peck showed me a different view of it and I saw that we weren't as far underground as I'd thought, so I decided to go above ground to beat The Doctor and the others to the Source. Peck came with me, but when I fell into quicksand, he jumped in to save me and wound up sinking. I eventually met up with The Doctor, Donna and Jenny, who was The Doctor's daughter. In the end, The Doctor released the gases from The Source into the air and it started terraforming. Everything looked like it was going to work out well after that, but the leader of the human army didn't want to surrender and tried to shoot The Doctor, but Jenny jumped in the way.

We left shortly after that, after the humans and Hath agreed to give Jenny a proper funeral and The Doctor brought me home.

Of course now I'm wide awake and it's two in the morning. What should I do?

[Filtered Away from The Doctor]

One thing that sticks out in my mind is something I told Donna about The Doctor. I told her that, he's wonderful, he's brilliant, but he's like fire. Stand too close and people get burned.

Okay, so now that I have bachelorette party planning out of the way, I have a very serious question for any doctors who frequent this board. I'm looking for someone who knows anything about egg extraction/storage. I'll explain further to anyone who can help.

So for anyone who was hoping that I'd lose my ability to speak, you're out of luck, because I still have my voice. My brother and boyfriend on the other hand have both lost their voices. Poor boys.

Practicing medicine as I have done all of these years is always illuminating. Especially in Orange County. The series of events that happens here is always unique, but despite that, it reminds me of previous years, and previous events. War, and sickness, and strange happenings come and go through the world, and never stop coming and going. But so too does Peace, and health, and good days.

We must hold to the latter and use their memories to move through the former. And learn, always learn. For while we live, there will always be something to learn.

Anybody who is worried and needs assistance please come down to Irvine Hospital - we'll get you checked out and sort out IV fluids if you need them.

Please don't panic. You aren't alone and we can and will help you.

I'm much younger in the dreams. I think... I'm not entirely sure, but I might be the youngest summoner ever to set out on a pilgrimage. To see a face so young and willing to face Sin must be such inspiration to the people of Spira. I often feel like that girl is bearing the weight of the entire world on her shoulders.

She is.

But she's also a liar. She's a manipulator, at times. She keeps her guardians only so close to her, a wall I greatly understand. As genuine as her emotions are for them, still, she lies. Keeps them away from the inner parts of her.

Worse, she lies to herself.

Don't say it isn't worth it, that's what she'd say to me. I don't know if I can agree.

It's strange how much the dreams can influence us. I mean I'm a fiction writer, I love writing mysteries and it's what I think I will always do but thanks to the dreams I understand a lot more about journalistic writing too. And I even think I might be good at it if I tired.

I suppose it's like gaining a new skill. Has anybody had that happen?

Riding my horse is and always has been a calming thing. It allows me time to think, and is restful. And my horse, an old friend, now, is someone I can communicate with without talking, and without much doing. I think it is easy to form such attachments with animals. We are slower to do so with people, but that is a fun thing, too, in time.

I hope everyone else is having a very good evening.

My name is Oyama Yuriko. Some of you may know me from your dreams. In my dreams, and in some of yours, I may be known as Lady Deathstrike.

Deathstrike did terrible things. I can only imagine what I have not seen yet. But I am not Deathstrike, and I will not be Deathstrike.

I don't know if it matters to anyone, but according to a doctor I have seen, I may die soon from the metal that is now in my body. If I do, I wanted anyone who would care to know that Deathstrike will die with me. If I don't, I will work to keep her as nothing more than a nightmare.

I don't expect sympathy or forgiveness or anything, especially from those of you who already hate and fear her. But I have nothing to lose at this point by being honest. So, honest I have been.

So apparently living with a gorgeous guy has kick started my writing back up again. If only I had known this sooner. I've written four chapters since moving some of my stuff in, I can't help thinking something will go wrong. I'm far too happy.

I've never seen a sunset like this in my real life. It was beautiful. The sky had gone a bright orange-yellow along the edge of the sea, and the clouds were this gorgeous pinkish-red, or purple... all right above the water, which reflected the sky and seemed like it might go on forever. I don't... really know where I was. But in the dream, it was the most beautiful and sad sight I'd ever seen.
( Cut for length, Yuna continues to describe her dream. )

ATTENTION: Anyone working on recovery in Vegas

There's a Baxter Bakery Delivery Van headed your way with pastries, pre-made sandwiches, soda, bottled water, and bread. It's loaded to the gills, so be ready for a good lunch.

I only wish I could do more.

...I think my powers might be starting to manifest, and... I'm scared.

I don't know what I'm meant to do with them. They're nothing much at the moment, but... even knowing that I might accidentally do something terrible... I blame Uther for this. With all my heart

So. That was... a deeply traumatic experience, wasn't it. I'm heading into Vegas at the first opportunity. I might be an archaeologist first and foremost, but... I can't let people face danger alone.

Out of my crew, Jonah, Roth and Reyes have agreed to come with. I've told Sam and Alex to stay at home, just in case something else happens.

And a note on the subject of my Dreams: I'm never, ever climbing another radio tower in my life. No matter how much money is paid, I'm avoiding those things like the plague.

Anyone really, really good with applied physics, synthetic beings and energy mechanics?

The morgue at the hospital is closed until.. uh further notice.

You know though, it's all kind of fascinating. I wonder what's making them get up and go. In a purely scientific way, I mean.

Not that I am going to get a zombie to experiment on. Nope.

It is so hard to just sit here and twiddle my thumbs, when all I want to do is grab Needle and go out there to fight. But I know that I'd probably just get myself killed since I still don't know how to use my sword properly. So I guess I just have to sit here and blow up my friends' phones to constantly make sure they're alright.

I could really use a warzone lemonade stand.

I guess this is my coming out party as a shapeshifter. Please don't shoot at the large dragon as it flies overhead - that's me, en route to Vegas to be a stupid hero. Despite what you might think, that dragon really does have feelings and would be really put out if you broke her nails.

So I finally joined the ranks of Dreamers. So far its not too different from my life, earlier time wise and instead of being a novel writer I'm a journalist with a famous father.

Strangest thing though was I kept hearing this music throughout, like it was a soundtrack or something. Bizarre.

Oh, you can hear them all too? What a fun time for you!

Just be careful what you tell squirrels. They're awful at keeping secrets.

With all this surveillance crap going on, sometimes the best ways to move information (and other goods) are the old fashioned ways. Like on foot.

I can help with that.

Oh goodness, I think I need some um.. help? Or earmuffs.

They won't stop talking. And I've got quite a number of them. But they're hurting my ears. I've asked them to be quiet, but they won't. I guess this is what I get for having too many cats. I don't think I'll get any sleep tonight.

Any way to make them be quiet?

It is a strange thing to suddenly be able to read a language, and then several languages, not born or learned to you. Something of the dreams. Languages of strange words and strangers text. Skills and abilities, not counting powers, from another world, now inhabit my mind and I find them very odd. Sure, I could have learned them here, some of them, but I doubt I ever would have. Ink making, and scroll shaping, book creation and binding, the art of slaying of, and caring for, dragons, and more. It is an odd thing, this, to have these talents awoken simply by dreaming enough dreams, remembering enough of another life, another world, and wondering, somehow, if such could and would be true, here.

This is an odd life, my friends. Odd, indeed.

Happy Father's Day, gentlemen. May we strive to be better fathers, brothers, etc. than our own, and better people in general.

Not that I have any complaints about my brother!

I'm just going to shut up now. You get the idea.

I'm getting really tired of going to cheap-ass hotels to do my work, but at the same time, I can't just waltz into a bank and ask for a loan to build a sex dungeon. And I'm not exactly willing to ask my regulars for a loan or something. I don't like being beholden.

I don't know. Anybody got a lottery ticket?

I never knew my father, not to the degree I would have liked. I have a few photos of him that my mother left me, so that I can remember what he looks like. My own earliest memories of him are dim, but I cling to them as best I can. A smell, I think it was his cologne. The warmth of his arms around me before he left for the last time. Sometimes, in a dream, I even remember his voice. Just softly, like a whisper.

He was a doctor, the kind that travels to other countries to provide aid. One day he went out there and never returned. But... I've never been angry at him for putting himself in danger like that. To me, he was a hero. All I've ever wanted was to be like him.

I feel like I'm closer to that now than I have ever been in my life. Since he is gone... this is the best father's day gift I can give him. I hope it is enough.

( Cut for triggers involving violence and torture, and death )

More dreams. Zombies living at the airport. Lots of us. Have friends, got married. Zombie weddings are strange.

Guess zombies eat brains to see memories? Dreamt I had the memories of some guy. Weird.

Feeling really ... Thinking just fine. Hard to connect thoughts to words though. Easier to just sit here and do nothing.

It just keeps talking to me. Talking and talking.

The nightmares came back full force last night. I refuse to call them dreams. They're nightmares.
Seems like some things mirror my life, which hardly seems fair.

When I say you've had enough, you'd have enough an' I'm kickin' your arse out. Be grateful I felt like calling a cab.

How have I not found this network before?

It seems so strange to me that I would live here for so long and all of these amazing things were happening right under my nose. People with superpowers that can make fireworks, people with magic... I suppose we only see what we want to see. I think I've been a little too caught up in my own life.

But... In any case... I am glad to hear that life is returning to some kind of normal for you all. And I hope that no one takes that away from you without your request again.

Oh, this is my first post here. I'm Yuna... or Nurse Lee, as I get called the most.

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