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Oh my god.

I woke up this morning and I was fine? I am fine. I mean, I look like a real person again. I don't know what happened, or why, but I'm not complaining.

It's time.

Well, this is just weird. I don't think I've ever been on a message board before. Yeah, I know, I sound like I just ran away from my Amish community, but this is what happens when you were sent to boarding school. We used the internet, but you don't get a lot of downtime to just putz around on it. I wasn't the type of teenager that would post to message boards anyway. But, now I'm older, not much wiser, and I was told this is where the cool kids hang out. So, what do you guys do with this?

This is my first real holiday where I'm not going back to see my parents. It's odd, but I think I'm going to like spending it with friends too. Well friends and my boyfriend anyway. I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving. I've had so many, and yet in my dreams I'm British and it's so confusing.

Sometimes I talk in an accent that I've never had before. Stupid dreams.

Speaking of dreams, there was a tiny perverted vampire in mine. Who turns kids anyway?

Got some pictures. Of my zombie family.

Creepy.

These dreams are some weird Romeo and Juliet story. I mean. Zombie falls in love with girl after eating girl's boyfriend's brains. I think girl is falling for zombie, too, though.

But these pictures. Really. Not nice.

How many of us here dream of being vampires? I feel as if I should start some sort of support group. Feel free to answer me privately if you like, I don't want to make anyone here uncomfortable.

I'm Eli Howlett, if we've not met.

To anyone that cares, the pointy teeth are back.

Halloween candy coma. Not even guilty.

I kind of want to throw a Halloween masquerade for my birthday. You know, a completely over the top monster-movie-monster's ball. Is that too cliche? I'd just have to find a ballroom somewhere...

Is anyone throwing a halloween party that doesn't involve a lot of drinking?

I'M PAFFING LITERALLY THIS IS AWESOME!!!!!!!!

Being blown up sucks, an' I gotta say, I don't recommend it for no one.

I'm so happy to have all my crazy back.

If half of your personality becomes another person, and that person is missing, what does that mean for the rest of me? Am I not a full person anymore? Am I half dead? I guess it's a good thing I'm not religious, bringing a soul into all of this only makes it weirder.

I feel strange. Not unemotional, but temperate, I guess. Like things that used to super bother me or get to me don't as much? And the highs I used to chase aren't appealing to me anymore. I'm focused, for once. I didn't feel this okay before the dreams, and I've never felt it since. I don't understand. I want to, but I'm not upset that I don't.

With each passing full moon, I get even more anxious. I can feel the pull of it more than I did a few months ago, but each month it comes and goes and I remain myself. I'm grateful for that of course, but it causes me to dread the following month and I wonder if it will finally be the month that I change. I don't want to be unprepared, but I also don't want to lock myself up on the off chance that it might happen during that full moon. This is so very nerve wracking. Not to mention, I haven't exactly looked for a place to lock myself up in either. I suppose I should get on that.

When did I get so pale?

I mean. I've never been tan or anything, but this is a whole new level of pale. Not cool.

Meant to say something about this earlier, but the week has been crazy! I got hired for a bit part on Black Widow, for a couple of the final episodes. Just a henchman, but it's still cool! I'm a fan and this rocks!

Not sure I want to be a full time actor, ever, but it's already being a fun experience.

And in addition to that, I finally got a bite from my publisher, with them signing on for a new novel from me. Now I just have to finish it.

In case you lot were wondering, I was not affected by the body problems, thank everything ever. I do not need strange bodies stretching out my suits.

In other news, I saw the new Proactiv+ infomercials recently and giggled. You don't even want to know what a celebrity needs to do to get penalized with doing those fuckers. I'll give you a hint: it involves shagging people you shouldn't shag (not necessarily minors, but possibly certain powerful people's significant others) while in the commission of two or three felonies. Hollywood loves those infomercials when they're not in them, but when they get blacklisted until they do one - well.

Guthy-Renker is basically like the modern version of the 1940s Hollywood mafia. Which is a bit sad, really.

Okay, being an underage boy is not fun. I feel like Chris Hanson's going to break into the house at any moment and ask me to have a seat. I'm anxious about using the bathroom, and it's not fun.

I got stuck as a bat for about twenty minutes earlier today. I flew into the mirror in the foyer because I didn't have a reflection. Suffice to say, it hurt.

This place is cool! A network where people, talk about dreams as if they are real, and about powers, and aliens, and all sorts of awesome stuff? This is definitely more entertaining than most of the places I've seen online.

Hi, all, I'm Ash, and I guess I'm the newest added on person to Valarnet!

Weird kinda dreams. Only a few near death experiences. Counts for something, I guess?

Anyway. I guess I'm feelin' like it's a donut and ice cream kinda day. Or maybe the beach? I dunno. Anyone feel like hangin' out?

I.. flickered today.

Dreaming that I didn't move on as a ghost and go to.. heaven or wherever it was had my head spinning. I mean a lot of my dream the other night was really horrific.

But then today, I went to the store and no one could see me. I got food from the grocery store and when I got in line the person couldn't see me. I mean I guess it was a giant hoax, but he looked really freaked out when a cart wheeled itself up to his line and had no one to go with it.

I don't know what to do. I don't want to be a ghost. I don't want to be dead.

Woke up this morning and uh...this was burned onto my arm. Weirdest damn thing. Aren't these dreams everyone keeps talking about supposed to start before you end up with scars that weren't there the night before?

Anyway, I got no idea what this is, what it means where it came from or anything. It's just there. It doesn't hurt. Seems to be fully healed. Buddy of mine at the shop snapped a picture of it while I was just checking to make sure. That explains the face. And why you can see both my hands. It's a really friggen hard angle to try to take a picture of yourself, man.

Does anyone with experience with these friggen dream things happen to know if there's a pattern or something? Any way to get some friggen context for what's going on on my arm here?

Gotta say those blue things were great for taking out some aggression, yo! Fireworks to the faces bitches!

Never thought I'd miss being a vampire...

My first day back at work and most of what I did was wish I had the ability to help teenagers stop freaking out. Thank you, Orange County, for yet another fun filled adventure, I'm sure the therapy sessions for this will be as amazing as always.

I'm pretty much never going to stop smoking, I really should just embrace that and find better vices to give up.

Happy first of National Ice Cream Month!

Some of my co-workers were talking about this website, so I thought I might join up too. I've lived here for a year or so, but haven't made many friends yet. But I hear my cousin's on this thing too! YUNIE ARE YOU HERE? And Ben, my co-cousin? COMMENT IF YOU'RE HERE YOU GUYS

But yeah, yay for Stark Industries, woop woop!

How is everyone?

My mother rung me up and I had to remind her that no, I'm still not going to get married, even if I can marry 50% more of the population now.

Starting to think this city should have just come with a warning sign. "FUCKING BOLLOCKS AND SHIT: DON'T ENTER."

It's bad enough to be lectured about smoking by trees, but what the bloody fuck is this shit, now? Excuse me while I stay in my flat and try finding the bottom of this bottle.

Huh. Good to know I can rip these blue monster things in half.

Is everyone safe? Secure?

I'm feeling a little better today, so I figured I'd, uh, elaborate a little on my last post. Since it wasn't really getting across everything.

The zombies in my dreams have a real community. We do ... Community-ish things. Really. We have a "church." And friends, and we get married then we get placed with zombie children and. Well. That's your zombie family. And we only hunt ... Maybe once or twice a month? Brains are coveted.

Brains are sort of like ... What happens here? You have this weird dreams and visions about that person. So I'm dreaming about me dreaming about this guy. Perry, I think his name is. It's bizarre, but zombie-me likes it, because zombie-me wants to be human. I think.

So. Yeah. There's that.

To be honest, this whole talking animal thing would be a lot stranger had I not already had a conversation with a bat two weeks ago. I've heard that some objects that are supposed to be inanimate are talking too. So help me god if my guitar starts talking again.

So, I experienced some smoke inhalation this past weekend when the dragons attacked the cruise ship, but it's not a big deal. Some people were injured far more severely. Anyone who was on that cruise ship, come on into the bakery anytime this week and the coffee's on me.

Also, what's up with the animals and stuff talking? The flowers in the box outside the bakery were singing at me as I set up the outdoor tables and chairs. They have lovely voices, though, so another incentive to come by the bakery today!

So, I guess these dream things only get weirder and weirder. And start changing you in real life, too? Man. Does anyone know what started this? Or causes it?

Because this is freaking me out.

Oh, and I'm in Canada at a model shoot, which I wasn't going to be able to make until an apparent ability to run very, very fast, but not control how far I go or how long it lasts, kicked in. Ended up in South Dakota and got a bus from there.

I'm glad I did, because the shoot is awesome and the scenery is pretty cool. I just wish I'd made it under my own decision.

Not that I believe these dreams are more than power of suggestion gone horribly wrong, but I really should have figured.

For the record, I was not born in 1840. I am not a Southern Boy who says Yes, Ma'am, and I don't have cravings for blood. It might have felt real, but it's not. Now fighting in the Civil War was an interesting twist. I suppose I should thank my head for a short period of sanity.

So, apparently this is the place where all the cool kids hang out?

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 dare say that the dream version of myself is an utter ass. And that is putting it mildly. I slept in today, a rare pleasure, but it turned rather foul. I dreamed of being a complete bastard to my dad and pretty much everyone I knew, of having four children, and marrying for money and politics and... I wish I had never started dreaming.

So if Alex and I were to theoretically find some place cold enough to still have snow and possibly maybe provide some transportation (by which I mean Scott please let us borrow the plane I swear we'll give it back with a full tank of gas), would anyone stand around and watch some poor guy freeze his butt off while he marries us?

Did I mention there will be free food? I think I should mention the free food. And hot drinks.

A few of my fathers co-workers at were were speaking of this, so I figured I'd come on and introduce myself. Some of you may know me, and others may not. In any case, I'm Edward Cullen. It's nice to meet all of you.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm too old for the club scene.

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.

Well, there's that tattoo again. Came back fresh and that's a laugh n'a half, ain't it.
Assuming that means most everyone else is back to themselves, huh? L? M? Any letters in between?

Oh wait, there are no letters between those.

Huh.

Paff? Paff!
PAFF!PAFF!PAFF!PAFF!PAFF!PAFF!PAFF!PAFF!PAFF!PAFF!PAFF!PAFF!PAFF!PAFF!PAFF!PAFF!PAFF!PAFF!PAFF!PAFF!



PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAF!

Valarnet. Valaarnet. The place where all of the insanity in the Orange County comes to play together if I am not mistaken, yes? Well, I guess we’re about to see how long it takes for one more poster on this board to go completely, irrevocably insane. I HAVE been reading over the shoulders of castmates for the better part of the week end now, and this seems to be just as good a place as any for me to go loudly and explodingly insane.

So, as you ought to know just whose mess you’ll be cleaning up on the day that I inevitably explode in a fight of fire and glitter, allow me to introduce myself properly: Cyrano Savinien
Hercule de Bergerac.

Blame my parents. I certainly don’t hold back if I think I can get loans out of them. Cryrano then.

On that note, yes that IS me in the picture attached to the post and we might as well get this out of the way, while i point out that yes, in fact, I have a nose. Yes, I’m fairly certain it is not my second head, a brand new alien lifeform dependent on me for survival or an attempt at male pregnancy that occurred as the result of that terrible night in Vegas, January 18th of the year two thousand and seven.

We are, however, quite the team. I write and he directs and we share the electric bill. Sadly, I’m going to say he got the looks, but then, I got the brain.

I am sure we can both agree that it's lovely to be here. Possibly. If one of you knows a bar that's only going to card the one of us.

SO. LIFE UPDATE!

The cats are awesome. Shadow follows me around the house, and Ghost likes to ride on my shoulder! Both are adorable, and basically like the best feline ninjas.

AND I LEARNED HOW TO MAKE SOME KINDS OF PIE, AND THEY'RE REALLY GOOD (THANKS NAVI).


Annnnndddd I'm in love.
( Get in my kitchen. [image] )

Apparently I'm now the Posh Dog Rescue. Whenever people don't want to take care of their pets dump them here at my office. I think it's mostly because ... well, they know I'll probably keep them and take care of them.

So. What do I name this little guy?

Woke up in time to watch the sunrise. It was beautiful.

Sunshine! And no instaburn! I'm pushing up the party time to 3pm, if anybody wants to help set up. I am going to dip myself in sunscreen and spend the day outside.