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So, not to be the person that jinxes us for Christmas but what’s the bets something weird and fucked up is going to happen before the end of this year?

Krampus or possessed christmas trees?

Okay, I realise people are having a crisis, where their favourite people in the world are missing, and I get that being this is the OC very bad things might've happened...

Not going to think about it, Adora's just busy

But does anyone know if criminal records carry over into this world from the dreams?

ooc: set after 5pm

Well, that was a ride.

[Blossom]
Are you okay??

I didn't know being a princess was contagious is possibly the dumbest but most hilarious thing I've ever heard.

In my dreams I have a real issue with princesses - but I'm pretty sure I'm also the antagonist so that kind of makes sense - and have just sort of... turned into one? The trees are also all purple here, which is definitely not the weirdest thing I've seen in the dreams but stuck out to me at the time.

( Personal Entry )

Since I keep getting pushed towards this, by old friends and new acquaintances, I should introduce myself. I'm Alaric Saltzman. The new history teacher at Huntington Beach High School.

I recently moved here to the OC for personal reasons, but I'm sure that I'll end up staying and enjoying the place, as well.

Okay so I woke up this morning with two books on my nightstand that weren't there before, and having a read through them they don't at all seem ominous. Thank God it's just in the dreams...

( Cut is not IC )

Well, that was possibly the weirdest thing I've ever experienced. Not every day flying things try and take over the city and you discover that your dream-gifted sword has a code word that turns you into a superhero.

[Sabina]
You doing okay now? How's the leg?

[Nebula]
Thanks for helping after I... what would you call it? Powered down?

What the fucking hell?

I apologize if I insulted the dream gods or whatever this is.

So, the apocalypse begins and this plane of survivors is above the nuclear blast. They end up at this fallout shelter called Outpost 3. They get these little fucking cubes to eat and it basically sucks and they play the same song on repeat over and over. You can't go outside or do shit, and suddenly who comes in on a carriage like a year and a half into this - ME! I've been watching, and I'm some sort of leader. Someone shoots my horses at my command. Dudes, this is creepy as fuck.

Now, I'm in trying to interrogate those to take to my 'cooperative' to determine who gets to live and who gets to stay and starve. Some rubberman comes in and is hovering around, bangs my first subject (and I think it's me or some sort of thing I create - which makes no sense) but then I tell him that I wouldn't touch such a pathetic guy. This is so TMI, but this is so fucked up. So then the guy in the rubber suit goes back and they're going at it and he stabs the guy thinking it's me and it's his grandma who ratted on him as disgusting and immoral and needs to die. I get some perverse pleasure seeing these people do their worst. I mean, I stripped a lady to look at her spine, humiliated her and told her she didn't pass my test.

But seriously, I got an apocalypse, an android, survivors, some sort of leadership that I'd like to cancel. I'd like spaceships, or maybe fluffy bunnies in a field. I'm some demon. I know it.

Okay so is it like ironic or whatever that I finish unpacking and settling in, and suddenly get those weird dreams?

It was pretty hard to tell at first, but like, it's not entirely like my childhood so... close by no cigar? I really hope I skip high school though. I could do without reliving that nonsense.

Thank fuck that bad weather's over. I fucking hate the cold, ironically.

Stables were fine, even though the horses were spooked by those walking piles of rocks.

I think I'm glad for a brief reprieve from the drama of my dreams; I'm just wandering through a misty wood with some dryads. No centipedes, no monsters, just this grumpy white-haired man and some really beautiful dryads.

So, I dreamed about getting bitten by a spider which feels like it should be totally unremarkable but considering I broke my alarm clock this morning feels like maybe it's not?

[Peggy & Steve]
I maybe also crushed the handle on the bathroom door. I'm really sorry, I don't know what happened. I haven't touched anything else with my hands and have done everything with my elbows as much as possible.

Okay hit me up what's your favorite really stupid internet meme

It's uh, for research

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.

When you see your life in boxes it's easy to think 'oh, I don't have that much'. And then you start unpacking.

It took three hours to unpack the kitchen and I don't even cook, it's not like I have the latest gadgets or anything. There's a coffee maker and a slow cooker and the rest is just random kitchen stuff. How does that take three hours?

My bedroom still isn't unpacked and it's been four days.

I just needed to see people, and that led to a beach for surfing, which led to recommendations for local stuff. So here we are, avoiding more unpacking.