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In my dreams I believe I witnessed an apocalypse, or something close enough. A calamity, the moon Dalamud cracking open like an egg to spawn the primal Bahamut, a dragon of astronomical proportions.

Myself and my companions beseeched the twelve gods to grant us their power and our leader was able to...

I'm not quite sure, even now that I can try to analyze the situation without the emotional weight. Rather, will less emotional weight.

But he died, and when the dust settled Bahamut was destroyed, though not without great loss and the land itself scarred.

That world is one of cycles, astral eras of great advancement and art, and the umbral calamities to bring the world low again and bridge the astral eras. But I'm of the vague impression this is only the beginning of our troubles.

Okay. I'm not a demon.

I'm exhausted, but not a demon.

My dreams are a mess. Why did I even do this? I shouldn't have come to this network, and there is a part of me that wants to know more. So in the dreams, I am still at the Outpost and I'm continuing the interviews to determine who lives and that seems to be a ruse cause I know I'm not taking any of them, at least I don't think so. I'm fucking with them maybe, but this girl - I touched her and she pushes me back, and I turn into this thing. She's got magic and so do I. Then I go to the basement, cut myself and start pleading for help from my father - in a pentagram. Okay, if that isn't fucked up enough, the leader of the group decides that she wants to kill everyone including me and make the way to the Cooperative herself, along with an android that I seem to have designed. She serves the group poison apples, they throw up all over and die, then she tries to kill me but the android shoots her instead, and I tell her about the woman that was killed for protecting me, my nanny. I created her after the only one who really loved me - and she worships Satan - and apparently HIS SON!

That's me. The son of Satan - the Anti-Christ.

And when I woke up, the glass sitting next to my bed smashed into the wall all by itself. Now weird shit happens when I think about something too hard. Things move, shake, and I've got this weird energy, not like being hyper, but I can feel it.

Dreams are too much! Being the chosen one, means I'm the heir to it, there's like a few girls in front of me, which means trying.

Also means people are out go get me, and I was found, my water was killed and I ran. I traveled, I still on the run, nothing like being hunted, right?

Oh well.

Off to work I go today.

Felt like I got a memory dump after the last dreams. Sephiroth dropped a meteor on the city, but we managed to stop him and had... help in keeping the damage to a minimum.

Life went on after that, I guess.

Until people started getting sick. It naturally had something to do with everything that had happened to the planet during our fight with Sephiroth.

What happened after that was strange, like a part of Sephiroth had survived and was trying to come back through the people who were sick.

Honestly I keep getting stuck on that instead of the saving the world thing. Almost like saving the world wasn't actually the end.

I guess it's a good thing Raven is still in hospital. Means I was here when I woke up from another dream torture session. Dream me is also learning some of the grounder language. Which is fascinating to real life me. Especially since I'm deaf, but I hear just fine in the dreams.

Wrapped up work on a movie this weekend. It's been awhile since I've been on a movie set and I've gotta say, it felt good. It especially felt good to be doing legit stunts again. I coordinated a couple fight scenes and jumped through a window a couple of times plus some slightly more dangerous stunts that they wouldn't let the lead actor do. I'm hoping to get some more stunt jobs soon. I like teaching at the gym, but stunt work is my passion.

( cut for image, visable to everyone )

While it's great to know we officially exist now, I feel it would have saved time to just ask us?

so does anyone know how to get paint powder out of a carpet?

i dropped the pot and spilled water on it now and now its paste.

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So I had two dream free months. And now I'm right back into the fire.

I take back every moment of curiosity and wondering what happened to my dream self.

I don't want to know anymore.

My dreams thought it appropriate to gift me with some floppy disks that, as I understand it, contain some pretty advanced robotics programming - even by today's standards.

I would be pleased with this gift, except for one, small problem: I haven't actually owned a computer with a floppy disk drive since I was eighteen.

History YouTube can be a dangerous place as it gives me ideas on places where to travel. Both a good thing but with so many options... it can be dangerous in the best way possible.

( Cut for TW: Death of a family member )

Is it possible for game systems to get haunted or possessed? My Xbox One keeps turning itself on repeatedly.

I phoned my father today to wish him a happy Father's Day, though unfortunately, he was too busy to make it to the phone. My mother assured me she'd pass on my regards, however.

I hope all the Fathers on this network had a splendid day, and that those of you with positive relations with your fathers were able to spend some time either with them or speaking with them.

[Amycus and Regulus]

I wish you both a happy Father's Day, and I hope the girls were able to celebrate with you without causing too much mayhem.

I've already seen enough here to know that the dreams were real, but I guess that I really have been getting them myself. It's the only way I can explain the bracelet from my dreams showing up on my wrist today. I really wish I dreamed of some space utopia instead of what I wound up with though.

I guess in my dreams, superheroes are real. But they don't come and save you when you need rescuing. They just crown themselves kings and queens of the new world order, and throw themselves a victory parade every year to celebrate the day they murdered the man who had tried to set us all free and to remind everyone that they're in charge now. I can't believe how many people believe the lies the churn out.

[Nathaniel]

I... owe you an apology. For before.

I'm still not convinced ghosts or whatever exist, but... well, I guess there's a lot of things that I didn't think were possible that are.

Anyone ever dream they died, but it doesn't feel ... final?

Or have dreams that reveal your family story has been ... heavily edited? It makes me wonder what skeletons I'd unearth if I started digging here.

I've finally had one of those dreams that you all seem to be so keen on. I've seen so many of you talk about how your dreamselves are nothing like how you are in real life, so I was a little worried.

But in my dream, I purchased an ancient, abandoned castle in Scotland and had it shipped to America so I could build it on top of the tallest skyscraper in New York. My dreamself has pizazz. I think I'm going to enjoy these.

I haven't had any dreams for two weeks, as of tonight. I'm probably asking for trouble by posting this, but. I haven't been dreaming, and there are two people here having dreams incredibly similar to mine. One of them I've known for years, the other I just met since I started dreaming.

So I guess, my question is, is it common to have the same dreams as someone you know, and someone you don't know? I'm just trying to understand how the dreams work. The three of us have almost nothing in common in our real lives, and yet in the dreams we're all thrust into this unconventional situation where we've been sent to the ground after living in a space station our whole lives. And there's like 100 of us who were on that drop ship. So apart fro the two who died on impact, where are the others? Are there like 98 people out there having these dreams too, and we just don't know it because they're not on the network?

I'm probably thinking to much on this, but these are questions that keep me awake at night.

How much of an asshole do you have to be to send kids down to a planet you think is uninhabitable? And tell them they are expendable.

[John]
Guess what.

I haven't had any dreams since the one the other night.

Makes me wonder if my dream self did die, after all.

Things went rather poorly in my Dreams in Turkey, though knowing what I know of History, I cannot say that I am Overmuch Surprised. I doubt very much that our Decisions in Turkey will have much improved Relations between the Turks and the British, but I'm certain that we couldn't have made them much worse than they were already.


I will say that there are many Things that I take for granted in this time that I may not have otherwise thought about if it weren't for the Dreams, chief among them being that most Nations no longer send children to War. I hope very much that that is something I never grow used to, either in the Dreams or in my Waking Life.

I woke up this morning with my whole room rearranged. And it wasn't in a good way.

My hands are still tingling, so I'm sure it was because of the dream. Over exertion of my powers there probably bled into my consciousness and then... out again, I suppose.

Has anyone done a study on this stuff? The effect of dreams and our waking up process I mean?

[ Filtered to Friends of Peter Quill ]
I know it's a little late, but I want to sort of have a 'welcome home' party for Peter. I was thinking we could all meet at Lux, he's partied there before, so it won't be like a 'surprise' party or anything. Just all his friends hanging out together.

I was thinking early June, if anyone was interested?

[ Filtered to Kara Danvers & Billy Kaplan ]
If I invite you both to a party for my boyfriend, you'll come, right?

Hmm. So, it appears it is my turn to begin this Dreaming experience. I think this calls for an AMA, even though this isn't reddit.

Dream me is a right P.O.S.

Ir's weird waking up with feelings of self loathing, but I really don't like dream me very much.

I'm pretty sure the immediate reaction to waking up from a dream shouldn't be "Well that's a skill that can come in use here" and that basically being it because of looking at it from a strategic standpoint. And yet.... There are two people i can blame for that being my reaction. Haven't decided if it's one or the other or both. It's probably both.

I think I must have cut myself in my sleep last night, but I can't actually find any injuries. I woke up with blood all over my face though, so maybe it was a nose bleed or something. And the same damn dream I have every night, except with more details, and this time I could put people to sleep by touching them and...

Sweet Rot, Nova, no one needs to know about your dreams.

So. Waking up with artifacts from the dreams is a thing?

Because I've got a god damn bracelet on my wrist and it's reading my vitals and sending them back to the mother ship or something.

What the hell?

I think I dreamed up an entire alternate life for myself last night.

On the space ship, which is apparently called The Ark, and is actually a space station made up of 12 space stations that joined together in an event called Unity Day.

And I just have one thing to say. What in the fresh hell?

In the spirit of sharing my dreams, last night I dreamed about a space ship. My parents were farmers, growing crops in space, to feed everyone on the ship. I was a kid, and I feel like I lived for years on that ship, running around the gardens and stuff.

If it's supposed to be one of the dreams you all go on about, it was pretty anticlimactic. Seriously. We grew crops, we ate the crops. Nothing special. We just happened to be in space, floating out there. There was a huge bay window that sometimes we could see earth out in the distance.

I've never been interested in space, so that part of it is just weird.

Yo science squad.

Did you all hear about the UFO declaration? So many thoughts.

Tell me about them.

Seems like a lot of people talk about dreams on here. I don't even remember my dreams most of the time. Like, the only thing I really remember is that I can hear in them, but the actual details are usually pretty fuzzy, or if I do remember anything it's so ridiculously mundane that it's not worth remembering. Or repeating. Oh well. I'd rather live in the present, anyway, than get lost in my dreams.

All right, everyone. It's time to get excited. Professor Senku here.

Do you like to know how things work? Curious about the world around you? Or just want to try blowing things up?

Then the Science Club is the place for you. Yeah, that's right! I'm ten billion percent sure that you'll have fun. Interested? Got hate mail? Wanna through some shade at me? Bring it.

To the Science Club!

Friday night. At Berkeley student union. You in?

I never knew what to say when I'm trying to introduce myself. So yeah. Hi? I guess that's a good place to start.

I'm John. I like picnics by the water, hiking, and oh yeah, acting. I'm an actor. You probably haven't heard of me, though. I'm hoping to change that someday. I will change that some day. I just have to find the part that will be my big break.

Until then, here I am, feeling awkward and stupid and every fiber of my being wants to delete this and start over because once I hit post it's part of cyberspace forever. So here goes. I really hope I don't regret this.

So, this is where all the cool kids hang out these days, huh? I can't believe I let Leroy talk me into making one of these things. So, hi? I guess. My name is Nova, and I'll be starting at USC in the fall.

Honestly, this whole 'online journal' thing seems a bit like a waste of time. Why do you guys do it?

After an 80hr bus trip and three changes I am vowing to learn to drive and never travel via greyhound again. Now I've been able to put my stuff in the closet, sleep and eat something that's not greyhound station food I'm feeling slightly more human.

What's up OC? I'm Christy.

There are lots of things that I've been using magic for that I used to do the old fashioned way, since I became a warlock, because it's just faster to do it with magic, but one of the things I still do the mundane way is go to get manicures and pedicures. There's just something about having it done that's so much better than just using magic. It's much more relaxing to go and get it done.

Any other magic users have something you still do the regular way that you could do with magic, but you don't?

Just heard someone outside scream, why is it always me? Why is it always fucking me? He did not seem happy in the least. I kind of wish I knew what he was yelling about cause I have so many questions. The first, of course, being why are you screaming outside in the middle of the night? I might not have been sleeping, but I'm sure there are other people around who are trying to sleep.