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Started EMT training earlier this month. It's funny, all my life the last thing I really wanted to do was anything medical related; my dad was a doctor, but recently I'd started thinking about it and while I don't want to be a doctor, I want to be able to help people so I thought being an EMT would be a good alternative. I don't know if it's the random invasions that happen here or if it has anything to do with my Hunter abilities, but here I am. Hopefully I'll pass all my classes.

I must say, it's always rather interesting to see what Dreams end up on repeats when they aren't the ones that feel like they have a strong meaning or that could be counted as a 'major moment'. Instead it's the random interactions with people in the streets, buying an apple from Louise Audu and talk of marching on Versailles or the Bastille, going to salons put on by Sophie de Condorcet or with Olympe de Gouges or reading L'Ami du peuple and Robespierre's previous speaking out against capital punishment.

Such is life though.

A week into rehearsals for Bonnie & Clyde and I can already tell that it will be amazing, which of course it will. It's been a little over eight years since I was last in this show but it's as if it was only yesterday in that regard.

My husband is in my dreams now, I woke up ready to scream at him, but I forgot he's out on the boat.

In my dream he was such a smug bastard, but kinda charming. He annoyed me greatly and was doing it on purpose! Maybe it's a good thing he's out on the boat, it stops me from making an ass out of myself for yelling at him for something he hadn't done.

So, I'm a vampire the things you find out when you almost bite someone thanks to this craziness, but now it's Friday the 13th and a harvest moon and I'm starting to feel a little weird.

Is a werewolf vampire actually a thing? I feel like I'm in a horribly written YA novel and some sparkly vampire and jorts wearing werewolf are going to show up and fight for my love.

I think I might have to find a place to hide out because I don't want to hurt anyone if I end up turning... I hate this!

At a friend's suggestion, I went for a hike today. It wasn't a very long hike since I haven't done anything like that in a long time, but she was right, it did some good to be out in nature for awhile. I think I'll do it again soon.

I hadn't had any new dreams for months before Caroline and I went to New York earlier this month, and now I've had two since I came back. It's almost like the County is punishing me for going on vacation.


I'm really not loving these new ones, by the way. I might have started off like an asshole in the first set and in real life, but at least I tried to get better. But in my new dreams, the person I became better for is almost as terrible as I am. So much for trying to improve myself, I guess.

I suppose I should be used to the dreams not happening very often but I’m just dreading when they actually will come now. It’s almost August. I don’t want to wake up screaming on a holiday.

Tomorrow is the last day of classes for me till Monday the 15th.

A week of vacation is in my future and I get to share my love of adventure with my housemate.

I'm really looking forward to it.


I'll have my phone on me if needed.

Back to business. The Vegas launch is coming. Hitting the final push is making me crazy.

I need a drink. Who else needs one?

( Elena )

( Tyler )

( Thomas )

( Alex )

I woke up covered from head to toe in blood.

My dreams...I...

Heard some people talking about this place on campus. Figured I'd check it out.

Name's Tim. I like Texas, beer and football.

Anyone hear of any good keggers happening tonight?

The last few weeks have been...interesting, I guess is the only word I can really use to describe them. Got an apartment, so that's a win. Got a job. Another win. But I haven't had a fucking decent night's sleep in just about a month. When does these dream things stop?

Nazi vampires. Because of course, why not. I can't even act like I'm all that surprised. But seriously?

My mom was pretty upset at me for bailing on her so soon after dad died, but we've been having dinner together pretty often since I managed to get my head on straight. We've been talking a lot, and I don't think she's handling living in that huge house by herself very well.

So, I've decided to move back home. At least for a little while. Me and my mom were never close growing up, but I think that'll change now that Dad's not around. I don't want to give up my apartment, especially since I'm so close to owning it outright now. Does anyone want to sublet it for cheap? Decent location, fully furnished.

If this werewolf costume that showed up in my bedroom this morning is any indication, my new set of dreams have one hell of a sense of humour. Too bad I'm still a massive dickbag in them though.

So the villain in my dreams and real life has started giving me gifts. A bracelet, a dress, now some drawing of me and a horse. I think dream!me is starting to soften towards him, but real!me still hates him. It's very frustrating.

Anyone else hate someone from their dreams that their dreamself doesn't?

Planning a wedding is so strange. Like, it's something I never really thought I'd do. Not that I never thought I'd get married, but I guess I always thought I'd be older if I did. Then again, how old is older when you're thinking about this stuff as a kid, ya know?

Before anyone asks, no, we don't have date yet. I know, isn't that usually what people do first? Not in our case apparently. We've mostly just been doing the easier stuff. Talking about the bridal party and possible colors and whether we should do it here or in England, but really nothing is set in stone yet.

Since my last dream I've been wondering what Bill's punishment was going to be for killing one of our own and last night I got to find out. Pam and I were tasked with summoning him for his tribunal with the Magister, but first we allowed him to say goodbye to Sookie at the restaurant she works at. Of course Pam and I took the opportunity to pass out flyers for Fangtasia then we left.

At the tribunal, we were both questioned by the Magister who then told Bill that he could either be chained in silver for five years or turn a human to replace the vampire he destroyed. Silver burns us, so it was no surprise that he chose the less painful punishment.

[Filtered to vampires]

I have a question for the other vampires here. I know that the dreams can change us so how long did you dream before changing?

I had the weirdest dream last night. It was my first day of school, but I was in high school. Ugh. Who would want to live that over again?

Plus, I'm a very awkward high schooler. What is my subconscious trying to tell me??

Got the best news ever today. You're looking at the new offensive coach for UCI's football team for next season. It sure as hell beats personal training. Guess I should thank Caroline for making me go out and do it.

And takes some of the sting out of these new dreams I've been having. I really, really don't like this Tyler Smallwood guy.

It’s taken me five months but I’ve finally decided what I’m going to do with the top floor of my house. It’s got that huge open space from when my friend used it to practice magic, so why not turn it into a space I can use to work out and train in? Now I just need to find the equipment I want for it but that shouldn’t be too hard.

I guess this is what I get for assuming my dreams were over. I'm pretty sure they've restarted. Except they're... different.

[Filtered to Mystic Falls dreamers]

Has anyone else ever dreamed of a place called Fell's Church?

I haven't been back in Orange County for more than a half hour and already I've had to explode the heads of at least three of...whatever is invading this time.

I swear, I should have stayed in Jordan.

Alright, so all of you that told me there was nothing good at the end of secret tunnels? You were right.There was no treasure or anything like that. Just the knowledge that our parents are all criminal masterminds or something. They call themselves The Pride. What kind of a lame name is that? My dad probably came up with it. Sounds like the type of thing his nerdy ass would think was cool.

I know that most people aren't gonna care, but I just had a pokemon defending a gym for over three days! Longest I've ever had one in a gym. Looks like Walrein is my new go to gym defender.

Okay, now that I've got the geek part of this post out of the way; how is it that most of my stuff has been occupying only one room of our apartment, but it's taking me forever to pack? I'm moving to the Institute with Izzy, which will be fun and different. It's just taking me forever to pack.

Fucking dreams gave me the ability to hear fucking everyone's thoughts. I could control it before but now it's just fucking everyone all at once. You people are so fucking LOUD, think quieter, for the love of god.


ETA 2/21: all replies assumed to be posted before this post!

Okay so these dreams. Do they have to have some type of supernatural element? Or can they like just feel like memories of another life?

I think I might have had one but I’m not entirely sure. It was all pretty normal. Just me back in high school. Although in these dreams I’m dating the older brother of the new kid in school. Pretty sure the relationship is on the abusive side too. I wish dream!me would just grow some balls and stand up to him already. Even weirder? I know him here too, only we never dated he was just one of my teachers in high school. Is that normal?

Okay so the party at my parent’s friends house wasn’t as lame as I thought it would be. At least it wasn’t once we found some hidden passages in the house and started exploring them. No clue yet what’s going to be on the other end of them but hopefully the next dream will shed some light on that. Maybe it’ll be a treasure room.

Now that the world is no longer ending I have decided to announce Soliel et Lune Galerie will be opening Saturday, February 17th. Champagne and canapés will be served. And of course, numerous styles of artwork including - Renaissance Art, Impressionism, Expressionism, Surrealism, Abstract Art, and Contemporary Art.

It's been a couple of weeks since me and Blossom broke up, and honestly, I thought that since it didn't involve me killing her her dying or some complete psychopath breaking us up, it would be easier.

I'd still take a normal break-up over a dream break-up any day though.

You’re looking at the new event coordinator for Any Occasion. Now I just have to make sure I get better by Monday. And hope for no more of those earthquakes. Everyone else surviving okay?

Is it bad that all I've eaten today is pumpkin pie and leftover mashed potatoes?

I feel like a big, fat blob, but I love this holiday so much.

I thought my dreams ended before I took my trip this summer, but I guess there were still a couple left.

I... don't even know what to think about them. Sometimes these dreams don't make any fucking sense.

Today Is the kind of day where I need a magical coffee cup that never empties of coffee. Thankfully I start my weekend in a few hours.

[Elena]

More dreams. Not much more. But it kind of sucked.

[Tyler]

Hey. So. Did I mention...I may have started dreaming?

There is like so much stuff going on and not enough liquor to deal with it, not that I even need the hangover anyway. Anyone in the market for a box containing a human heart?

Also ummm. I'm just curious if there are any other werewolves out there. If you want to respond privately, I understand. But I would like to talk if you wouldn't mind. If you're out there.

Thanks.

Home for barely two weeks and already the walking dead are wandering around the streets. I don't know why I expected anything else.

[Private to Blossom]

Hey, you doing okay? Want to stay over until this passes over?

Guess who's back, bitches?

How many copies of me does the world need? Seriously.

My Dreams are nuts.

If my dreams have taught me anything, aside from the fact that apparently I'll drive across the country for my ex-girlfriend's incredibly fucked-up baby shower in a town that I hate, is that I should apparently never be trusted to change a diaper. RIP, little doll baby.

I have never appreciated my boyfriend’s willingness to edit my papers as much as I do tonight. Somehow I wrote an entire three page paper about Zombie Germany without ever realizing I wasn’t typing Nazi Germany. If he hadn’t caught the typo - I don’t even want to imagine the conversation with my professor after I turned that paper in.

Business ventures can be such fun. And the eyebrows that certain ventures raise are all the more enjoyable.

I must say, I never expected to own a burlesque club, but I really can't say it doesn't suit me terribly well. Victrola is currently under new ownership, but that is the current extent of the changes. Employees are welcome to discuss anything that's on their mind but February will be a month of no change while all the appropriate paperwork is dealt with.

At least running this club will most likely be less stressful than trying to manage the Cabal, egos, egos everywhere. I forgot how delicate Von Doom could be.

Who else has those moments in their dreams where they just want to grab themselves by the collar and shake themselves really, really hard? You'd think if I was going to obsess over someone, it would be someone I actually like.

Apparently it’s not enough for dream!me to basically date every guy in Mystic Falls, she has to get engaged to them all too.

I now have two dream engagement rings. I think I’m gonna sell them to help pay for my actual wedding.

Oh and I also received a wedding book. Yeah, no way am I going down the aisle on a unicorn.

ooc: pretend it's just the book in the photo. I couldn't find one of just that

You know what? My dreams can go screw themselves. Dream!Tyler is now an orphan, I guess. I almost wish Klaus lived here just so I could rip him apart myself.

But I'm not an orphan here, so I guess the annual Lockwood masquerade party didn't stop after I went away to college. Because there's literally no other way I'd like to spend my Halloween than hanging around with a bunch of politicians and Dad's donors.

[Blossom]

Though it wouldn't be so bad if you came with me. Want to be my date?

I never thought I'd find myself going on a triple date of all things, but last night was actually kind of fun. Way better than the night before.

Of course, then I had to go off and dream. You'd think at some point, Mystic Falls would all get together and just collectively agree to just stop holding dances.

Our first football game is on Friday and I've been made a starter! At least there's some benefit to this whole werewolf thing. I expect to see a lot of familiar faces at UCI's first football game of the year.

I don't really know where all my money went this month. Maybe it was the shoes. But I think I'm going to need to get a roommate pretty soon. Anyone need a place to live?

I think that Pokemon Go is playing a prank on me or something. I take Dragon out for runs on the beach every morning, so that I can hatch some eggs and practically all the 2k eggs have been weedles or pidgeys. I did get a Jigglypuff once, but I want a Pikachu.

Also, if you're trying to hatch eggs, don't do this. I mean, I figured that everyone would know that putting your phone in the microwave is a bad idea.

Why is it when the worst thing I could imagine happens in the dreams, it carries over right away, but when something actually goes right I don't get shit?

If I thought my dreams sucked before, I really think they suck now. First I had to basically torture a friend because he had a witch hijacking his body. Then we were pretty much forced out of Mystic Falls and last, I find out that my girlfriend was lying to me and there was no way to save her if The Other Side collapsed. Of course I got there too late to say goodbye in person, but now I understand how Ric came back from the dead.

This is starting to feel like one of those semesters that's never going to end. Luckily I've just got one more final this week.

And then it's time to party. I'm throwing an end of finals party on Friday, and I thought why not invite the whole Network.

Party's at the Lockwood Private Beach at [location]. There'll be kegs, but BYOB anyway.