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I received the answer to whether or not the time machine I built in my dreams worked.

It didn't.

Instead of saving my daughter from dying, I watched her be murdered while I couldn't do anything to protect her. Some mother I am Those men are severely lucky they only exist in this dream world

If there's one thing these dreams love to echo, it's this: villains don't get happy endings, even if they're no longer the villain.

It seems as though I received a "gift" from these dreams. Though I have little wish to accept it. My daughter's alive It hurts too much

These dreams can't be true. They can't. I can't imagine It can't be true If I lost her...

Alright so these dreams...they aren't just dreams, are they?

Fantastic!

I finally had my first dream! It was scary, exciting, and wonderful all at the same time! It was weird because I was living the same kind of boring life I was in Marlow; shoppe girl who woke up, went to work, had lunch with her boyfriend, went home. And then he came.

The Doctor. Big nose, big ears, leather jacket. An alien, but he certainly looked human...sounded human too! But he had this space ship that looked like a blue box that was bigger on the inside! He said it was an old police box, to help disguise it when he was on earth. It was amazing!

We were fighting this alien who had turned the mannequins into living things! Wanted to take over the Earth because of all the pollution and make it its new home. But the Doctor and I stopped him! Together! Ha! We just had this natural kind of partnership and I saved this alien man. It was like a kick butt version of myself!

And right before I woke up, he offered to take me with him! To travel the universe and to go throughout history, just for the fun of it! I only had to think about it for a little bit before I knew the answer and was running towards the box. But that's all I remember. Then I was awake with Wolf hitting me in the face.

But that's it! I'm apart of the club now!

Technology and how far we've come baffles me at times. I grew up in this generation, the one that's watched as cell phones changed from gigantic bricks to tiny wafers of cardboard that can do so much more than make phone calls. I was there for the internet, when you used your phone to connect to it. I remember when computers were so big and heavy they could barely fit on a desk, and now they're the size of a standard paper notebook. And about as heavy.

I'm always scared I'm going to break this thing. My son would laugh and the other kid would remind me how sturdy they actually are. But hell, I'm still trying to figure out how to use the Keurig at the office. When did coffee makers have so many buttons?

Where are we going? Postage stamp prices keep rising - who sends letters anymore? Who buys the printed word when they can get it in a heartbeat on their phone, or computer? A thousand years from now, is anyone going to know what made us who we are? There won't be anything physical left to remind them.

Ridiculous worries from a nostalgic older woman, I guess.

Cue the New Year's Resolutions of 2015.

Has anyone else ever had a dream--the kind that seems peculiar to the OC--where their dreamself did something that their wakingself finds very disappointing or highly questionable or morally distasteful? And perhaps understood why the dreamself might make that choice but still felt rather appalled by said choice?


If you have felt that, I am so sorry. If you haven't, I hope you don't experience it, as it is not at all pleasant.

I must say I have not been in America during the holidays before, so this Christmas shall be quite the experience. I have only recently moved here, so I have not even had the time to unpack much! Though I suppose I should make an effort for my daughter, hm?

Considering my status of being new here, I should introduce myself. Hello, my name is Helena Wells. I moved here from Hamburg, Germany. Moving half way round the world is not recommended, it is rather stressful.

I had a very peculiar dream last night. That is normal here, is it not? It feels very strange to have experienced it myself.

It looks like a Halloween store vomited all over my porch.

How do you deal with learning your dream self is a monster?

[*Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Lydia Martin]

I just moved to Orange County and as much as I despise using a site like this, I've been told it's great for networking.

My name is Christian Grey, and I am the CEO and founder of Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc. The company is a global leader in communications technologies, eco-manufacturing and next-generation farming solutions. I just opened my satellite office here, since the main is back in Seattle. So feel free to contact me for any information or business inquiries.

Keying my car...

If I catch whoever did this, I could have you killed. FYI.

I just bought that Benz too.

So not only have I been having nasty dreams (or Dreams, I guess) every night for the past week and a half, almost two weeks, which is something I did not need. Lizard creatures and people who cut wolves in half with swords are not my definition of 'nice'.

But this morning I woke up and everything was just -- too much. It was like I could see everything in super high definition, I'm pretty sure I could hear my neighbours breathing, and don't get me started on how everything smelled.

I got Cora to pick up my dog, just in case. No actual transformation yet, but locking myself down seems like a good idea.

I'm starting to hate the full moon.

You know, I've seen people here talking about their dreams like they were real and I just kind of ignored it, since mine weren't ever anything like that, but... I had the worst nightmare I've ever had last night, it felt real, and when I woke up, I had a draft notice and dog tags from the forties on my desk. Cap had to wake me up, the dream got so bad. Is this what the "Dreams" are? Terrible shit happening to you in your sleep, waking up with things you've never seen before?

Private to Steve
You're in my dreams -- so far you've been the only good thing in them. Does a trip to the World Exposition of Tomorrow before I ship out for England sound familiar to you? We were on a double date, there was a fella with a flying car? You wanted to get your punk ass sent over even though it would kill you? Ring any bells?

If it doesn't pretend I didn't even say anything.

This is not starting out to be a good day. Woke up to find a new piece of jewlery on my finger, no less, then spilled coffee all over myself like an idiot, and my shoelace tore off while I was lacing it.

I need a drink. And it's 6am. Doesn't bode well for me today.

I've run out of ideas for dealing with these migraines. If anyone has any suggestions, I am more than interested in hearing them.

I woke to a blue cloak this morning by the bedside.

Think that's the end of the Dreams. Not entirely sure how to feel about it. I got so used to them.

[Friends filter]
Athos and I have found a house. When it's set up we'd like to invite you all over. Just needs a bit of work first. We'll keep you posted.

Disregard this if I was misinformed, but my physician mentioned this to me when I told her I was having persistent and repetitive nightmares dreams. I'm not exactly a frequenter of these types of things, but I was hoping to learn something that could help with this.

Father's Day is Sunday, which means the kids keep running off and giggling every time they see me. Whispering lots of secrets with their mother.

They went off to Derek's last night to finish whatever presents are being made. I just hope we won't have a repeat of the Mother's Day pancake disaster, when we woke up to the smell of burning flour.

Thanks for that, Derek.

High school is officially over for me. I'm done. Valedictorian and all of that. Writing speeches aren't exactly my thing, but I'm going to try at least.

Now on to college. It better be so much better than this.

A question for you lot. What's the most romantic wedding proposal you can think of? How would you want someone to propose to you?

It's rather obvious why I'm collecting ideas. I want it to be special.

It's only about a month now, before our new line launches. Everyone has been working very hard over here at Lu Qing Jewelers. I flew up to San Francisco recently to work alongside my employees and check all the finished pieces. Every single one meets my high quality standards. I have such an amazing team of jewelers working for me!

As a reminder, the name of the summer line is called the Cosmos Line. A snippet from my original press release:

Our Cosmos line will include pieces that evoke images of the stars above us, the night sky, and some of our artists' favorite constellations. Pieces from the line will be available at a wide range of prices, the lowest of which you can find in your department store showcases. Lu Qing Jewelers believes that everyone should have the right to sparkle!

It is likely that I won't have a chance to breathe until June, but it is well worth it!

I had a very lovely birthday. Thank you to everyone who came to the party.

( Public but triggery warnings for suicide talk. )

I don't know that I'm a banshee. I think maybe I just see and hear dead people. Kind of like the Sixth Sense. But less lame.

I'm having a party on Saturday, for my birthday. Everyone is invited, though I'd appreciate a rsvp if you're coming.

It should be fun, I hope.

Of course I'd have strange dreams the night before a full moon. A blood moon, no less. Thank you for that, Orange County.

This time I was some sort of giant wolf-like creature. I guess it was a wolf, anyway, based on the dreams other people have had of me, but the shape of it was really weird. Huge and hunched over, walking on two legs.

I chased Lydia and some of her friends through their school, trying to attack them. Or trying to get another, younger werewolf to attack them. I think I wanted him as part of my pack, but it's all a bit fuzzy.

When I woke up, I'd torn apart my pillow. No sign of fangs or claws, but my wife isn't happy with me. I'm spending the next few days in the guest room until I "get over whatever is bothering me".

I haven't told her about these dreams yet. No point in worrying her.

Wow, I aged up super hot. Go me.

Things are starting to feel a little crazy around here again, so I had an idea to lighten them up a bit. Or at least amuse myself and anyone who knows Derek Hale.

Like any good uncle, I have a huge amount of pictures of Derek from when he was in his younger, awkward stages. Before he grew into his ears and started working out.

If you'd like to subscribe to the Embarrassing Pictures Of Derek Hale mailing list, message me your e-mail or phone number, whichever way you'd prefer to receive the aforementioned pictures.

First one's on me.

I'm kind of excited. I discovered a new moth last time I was in Venezuela and I get to name it. World, there's a new moth named Acherontia lydia. (Its wings are red.)

It's probably not very romantic to name an insect after your girlfriend, but that's how I am.

Because of the weird weather we're having, I tried working at home for the day.

Let me tell you, it's really hard to be at a sewing machine with kids being underfoot. Or better yet, trying to help.

We ended up making stuffed animals out of socks instead, so the day wasn't a total waste.

I finally figured out why I'm hallucinating. Turns out on my birthday, I drug everyone and then use a friend of mine to bring the man who's haunting me back from the dead.

I have no idea how that was supposed to work. Something about some odd kind of full moon and wolfsbane and some other stuff.

This whole thing is getting ridiculous.

There is nothing quite like having a new guy in school flirt with you. Nothing like him pestering you until you kiss him.

And then to find out that he's not real at all and just as imaginary as all the other hallucinations you've been having. One minute a hot guy and the next minute all charred up and burned alive.

I just wish I knew why already. This is completely ridiculous.

Update on the Christmas cookies: Still drowning in them.

I think we ended up making about a gross of them, between myself, my wife, and the girls. We have about three dozen left and we don't want to see them anymore.

Any takers? My nephew does deliveries.

The kids have all been playing outside in the snow, which has given my wife the opportunity to bake Christmas treats like crazy, with some help from Derek's sisters.

We're drowning in cookies right now, I have no idea how we're going to get rid of them all. Not that I'm complaining about having too many cookies.

Things have been a bit odd lately, what with mine and Derek's new dreams, and I've been feeling a little tense. But Christmas is a time for cheer, so that clearly means it's time to post more embarrassing pictures of my nephew.

Because what else are uncles for?

I guess it's only appropriate that I start having my own dreams right around the full moon, given what these dreams are about.

Namely that I'm from a family of (mostly) werewolves. And apparently, someone was none too happy with us, and decided that burning down our house and killing nearly our entire family was the way to deal with it.

Derek, his sister Laura, and I were the only ones left, and I was stuck in the hospital in a coma for years afterwards. There were vague patches of consciousness towards the end where Derek visited me (thank you for that).

And then some sort of nightmarish blur where I went after Laura. My own niece, for god's sake. I don't know what would have compelled me to do something like that.

I don't want to be this monster that people have been dreaming about.

Thanksgiving's going to be at our house this year, which will be... interesting.

We have space for the whole family, at least. But there's still some last minute divvying up of dishes to be done. I'm in charge of stuffing and cranberry sauce, that's all I know. Hopefully that's all I have to know.

I can't tell if I'm just hallucinating in my dreams, or in real life. I think both, but how am I supposed to be sure.

Either way, it's not good.

I'm home. Well no, I'm in the hospital again. I've got hypothermia. So I have to be here for a few more days.

I don't know where I was. They said I was in a fugue state. Just like my dreams. I dreamt about going out into the woods, and then I actually did it.

I swear next time, I'm going to end up dead.

For those of you wondering about Derek's Halloween costume, I managed to snag a picture of him while he was waiting for the kids to get ready.


Maybe a little bit of a cop-out (ha) but I still think he looks adorable.

May have gotten in trouble for sneaking some candy out of its hiding place and away with me to work. I was going to replace it! I just happened to get caught before I did.

The candy is now replaced, and Halloween is saved. The kids are very excited about Derek taking them out tomorrow night. He still won't tell me his costume, but hopefully the kids will like it.

6 DAYS UNTIL MY WEDDING DAY!

...you'd think I was excited or something.

I guess one of the good things about living in CA is that I can were something like this on Halloween and not freeze my ass off.

I really don't know how I feel about these dreams that people are having.

At first it was sort of funny -- my family are all werewolves in these dreams, apparently. Or at least my nephew and I are. And it was weird, but I could deal with that.

But now someone I know and care about is dreaming that I hurt them, and they woke up hurt because of that dream.

I just wish there was something I could do to keep this -- dream version of me from hurting anyone else.

I need help.

Please.

I know there are all kinds of fashion designers and clothing geniuses on here, so I thought I'd put this out there before I start googling and cold calling people. I'm getting married on Halloween and I want to design my dress. I know it's short notice, but... is it possible? Is anyone willing to work with me on it? I can offer compensation in the monetary form and incentive in the form of free pastries at my bakery.

Thanks for your time and consideration! <3

I had the weirdest dream last night. I'm pretty sure it's nothing to do with all the dreams everyone else is having or maybe it is, I dunno. I dreamt that some werewolf was terrorizing the town or something and me and some other people were trying to kill it. It attacked Lydia and put her in the hospital.

Then we find out the werewolf or whatever it is is Peter Hale. Can you believe that? Derek's uncle? Then Derek killed him and I helped, not really thrilled about that. Killed his own frigging uncle.

I think it might actually be some sort of metaphor for the friendship I've ruined. The killing/death of something. Totally not related to all the weird dreams.


[ Filtered from Elena ] because he knows she would seriously disapprove

Weird question, but anyone know where I can score some weed and/or booze? The guy I usually get it from is out of town right now and I can't keep it at the house, with my dad being a cop and all. Cuz I seriously need to get drunk right now, because that's what horrible people do when they do horrible things. They get drunk in misery and I'm not talking about the dream.

Well. That's interesting.

I just thought "I wish I had my tape measure" and it floated across the room into my hand.