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These dreams piss me off sometimes. This morning I threw up pineapple that I never actually ate. I only ate it in my dreams. Eichorst forced me to eat it. The bastard is seasoning me. A whole fucking pineapple that he cut up and served to me. He plans to drain me eventually, but he's dragging it out. He likes seeing me scared. I'm trying very hard to be brave. Maybe I'm being stupid, but I'm insulting him at every opportunity I get. I told him that he joined the Nazi party because he couldn't get laid. I threw the pineapple in his face. That last one was, perhaps, a mistake as he wound up practically standing on my neck and force feeding me pineapple, but I'm not going to make this easy for him. Asshole.

Anyway, any home remedies for upset stomachs? Ever since this morning I've felt sick to my stomach. I don't think I'm ever going to eat pineapple ever again.

My dream counterpart is becoming petty. Also, I get to add "bride of Frankenstein" to the list of things I've been referred to as.

I find it interesting that there seems to be a pattern on the network. More and more people waking up with tattoos.

I also had a tattoo in my dreams, but I've been working on completing it while awake. It didn't simply appear for me, I've had to work for it.

It should be finished in another two or three sessions. Another month or so. I'm anxious to have it completed.

And with this, sweet dreams, everyone.

(ooc: Link goes to article/video/gifs about a man who basically self-cannibalized for science. Maybe not for the faint of heart.)

Both my parents have died in my dreams. There's not even a grave for me to visit. I almost died too and now I'm mostly stuck in a hospital there. I haven't felt right since.

There shouldn't be anything worse that can happen. The danger's passed but I still feel scared of going back to sleep.

Private to Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham.

I've been seeing you both in my dreams. There are other people too. A Dr. Bloom and a Freddie. Everyone's telling me things and I'm so confused. I just wanted to go home, and we did. I saw my mom's blood and then I woke up.

Does any of that make sense? Is that what you saw in your dreams too?

My dreams have turned into nightmares. It started with my father saying strange things that didn't make sense to me. Then he started doing terrible things and making me do terrible things.

I wake up feeling like I'm a monster he's a monster and hating myself him.

Can dreams turn people into monsters?

...Does anyone else see people they know they shouldn't be seeing?..Like people who have passed on? I'm pretty sure I had a conversation with one because in the middle of it they suddenly were just gone.

I'm worried for my mother. She's getting on in years, and her health isn't as good as it used to be, and the recent weather has her frightened and confused.

I'm not sure I'm able to take care of her the way I'd like to, any longer. If someone could recommend a sort of retirement home where she could receive good care when she needs it, I would be much obliged.

Hi. I'm Abigail and I've decided to give this network a try. I go to UCI and work at the bookstore there.

Who else is on this thing?

Any other students? I've probably helped a few of you find textbooks.

I see many people frightened by their dreams, but has anyone found a sense of calm in them? A sense of purpose?

I think I'm coming down with a cold, and I know exactly where I got it from.

I was in a book store the other day, and the cashiers were changing out. End of one shift, beginning of another, you know. The new lady commented on how hot it was in the store, and the man said he didn't want it too cool because he was getting over a bug.

The lady, being smart, asked if he kept any hand sanitizer around. He said there was probably some under the counter but he never used it, and then went on his merry way.

Honestly! I let the lady borrow mine, and she took a bottle of lysol and some paper towels to the whole counter, thank god.

Do people not think anymore?

This dream deja vu is just weird enough that I'm almost okay with it. This version of me is a lot more messed up this time around, maybe that makes it easier. Not to mention that apparently we're "murder husbands" now. Murder husbands. I even woke up to find that issue of TattleCrime mixed in with the morning papers.

On that note, what does a guy get his murder husband for his fiftieth birthday?

My advisor suggested I come onto here to make friends. Hi, I'm Abigail. I'm a freshman at UCI. I don't really know what else to say.

I was asked by my employers to "share my knowledge" with the general public. Apparently I cannot simply hide in my office all the time, I need to "contribute" more.

That means that tomorrow I've been called upon to do an ArtStop. Fifteen minute presentations on one to three pieces of art.

Blake, I think. For mine.

Standing in front of a crowd and speaking for fifteen minutes is not my idea of "fun". Even if I like the topic.

They want to tape it.

I need to practice. Apparently I mumble.

I think I can confidently say now that the scariest thing, by far, is when your dreams start following a path you'd hoped you'd never come across again.

This feels like a Wednesday made for drinking.

Being both relatively new to the city and an entrepreneur, I thought it might be wise to try and promote myself on social media.

Hello, my name is Jay Byrne. I've recently opened Lysander's, here in Orange County. Our opening night was Halloween, and I'm pleased to say it was a great success. Maybe because my cuisine is a little avant garde. I think a few return customers were surprised to see the menu unchanged after the holiday.

I like to work with the whole animal. There are few things I shy away from. Which means things like pig's blood soup might appear from time to time. While I'm focusing on my cajun roots for now, that may change as I explore my style.

We're opened seven nights a week, starting at four in the afternoon. Because we're new, I'm only concentrating on dinner, and making that perfect. Maybe some day I'll expand into lunch.

I sucked it up and signed up for an eHarmony account. A lot of people are meeting online now-a-days, right? I'm actually kind of excited about it. It feels like there's more of a screening process than just randomly bumping into someone in a bar. (Not that I was ever much for bars, but...)

Wish me luck?

Word on the street is that taking iodine is supposed to help with insomnia. Anybody ever tried it before?

I heard about this place from a co-worker who suggested that I join up, I resisted at first since I didn't see the point, but here I am anyway. My mother would be quite upset if she found out since I don't have a Facebook account and she's constantly telling me about extended family members and what's going on with them. It's not that I don't care, but I don't need to know every little detail of their lives or see that funny picture they posted.

I'm David Loki, I work with Orange PD, it's nice to meet you all I think.

It is an interesting time to both be learning Arabic and waist-deep within International Law. FYI: California has the largest Syrian population in the nation, and the OC itself should expect hundreds of Syrian refugees escaping the crisis in Europe, according to the Syrian American Council. The United States in general projected about 70,000 coming in as refugees. It'll give me a chance to take on some mediation work (in refugee cases it's mostly rent disputes). Arbitration is just something done on the side, but it'll help keep my electricity on which is pleasant.

As for the bar exam itself, power outages, blood, women going into labor, breakdowns rivaling Exorcist pea-soup spewing, and natural disasters seem to top the list of horrors. My only horror was my laptop freezing toward the end of the third day wherein I think my hair turned white (again). Never wanted to puke or scream to such a degree before.

But, life goes on and so do the dreams. Will I ever escape this castle? (No, the answer is no).

Is this what is considered socializing, now? Talking to each other from behind a computer.

I don't mind it. I find it fascinating and bizarre that we can be social without seeing someone face to face.

This is where I introduce myself, isn't it? My name is Francis, I work at the San Diego Museum of Art. I am a curator and an art historian.

While of course I would prefer to compete on something more prestigious such as Masterchef, watching Food Network with my partner makes me think I would do very well on Cutthroat Kitchen.

Does anybody here know how to fix boats?

Well, that was a nice barely-a-week break from the dreams. One set ends, another starts. In this one it honestly feels like some bizarre partner swap considering I'm engaged to the woman who, in my first set, was my wife's best friend but in this one she happens to be the sister of her first-set fiance. And my wife is engaged to the man who in that set was her best friend's fiance. Did this make sense? It really doesn't to me.

Then of course there's Dracula, but I'm actually a vampire hunter posing as a librarian in his castle. This will end well.

If I didn't have such a bad feeling about it that I managed to move up my bar exam date by shelling out a couple pints of blood and my life savings, I'd go off to study bonobos in the Congo in their native setting for a break. I was reading an article saying that bonobos, our closet living relatives, are able to produce vocalizations in a wide range of emotional states and situations much like human babies. Human language has deep roots in primate language, but we knew that already.

Dream deja vu is the worst sort of dream.

Or. Dreaming about something and knowing you should have seen what was coming, because you've done it already, but you let yourself think it'll be different.

It's not really ever different, though, is it?

Bashing your horns into a doorway feels about as good as you'd think.

I also need a new damn door.

Ok, social media, my doctor said I needed to "get out more" and "meet people", so I'm going to give you a try. I mean, this is considered meeting people, right? Shit, it has the word "social" right in the name.

So, ye-ah. My names David, though no one has called me that since high school and I'll thank you now to not call me David if you can help it. Washington works...or Wash if you want, that's fine too.

Up until recently I was a marine. Not that you ever stop being a marine. But it is sort of funny how a medical discharge can suddenly change everything.

God, I'm terrible at this.

Anyway, yeah, just moved to the area and am adjusting to civilian life. Its not been...as easy...as I would have thought. It hasn't been bad, really, just-

-wait, did someone mention an attack by a giant arachnid? As in spider? Seriously?!

Social workers say I should be more social. Max. My name is Max.

And horses are officially ruined for me.


(ooc: trigger warning for possible disturbing imagery)

Truly this place is neverending in it's interesting things. Honestly, how does anyone get anything done around here?

Things are getting out of hand in these dreams. More out of hand. But you know, I think the weirdest part is how in one set of dreams there's Alan Bloom, then in another it's Alana Bloom. Not sure which I prefer.

Okay. I know which one I prefer, but Alan is way less involved in things which definitely works in his favor.

Does anyone else have stuff like that? In one version of your dreams it's a guy or girl, then in another they're the opposite?

Okay. I need to fill my time. If I sit around my place any longer I'm going to crazy. Er. Crazier.

I hate job hunting. Dream me was on to something, becoming a drunk in Florida.

Some days, I am brought far too close to the dark side of humanity. It is a wonder how I ever sleep at night with the things I see on the job.


[CW for comments: Discussion of unearthing human remains and potential murder discussion.]

I'm pretty sure that the Baltimore State Hospital For the Criminally Insane is the shittiest place to be, if only because the man in charge of it is such a fucking hack.

Anybody considering taking their dog to training classes really should. Even after just one session so far Grim has improved. He actually listens when you call to tell him not to do something.

Which is good as he almost found the secret stash of candy - if I don't watch it D'Artagnan might teach him how to hunt for it

I didn't realize this is what unemployment would be like. It's a spiral of PBS documentaries on Netflix and take out.

A word to the wise, don't fuck up on the job.

Heard about this place from a kid at work telling me to either quit my grumbling or tell a bunch of strangers so he doesn't have to hear it. Why he thought someone like me would do well on this stupid thing is beyond me, but that's just how y'all are, isn't it? All online.

Either way, name's Bones. I'm currently complaining about my profession again.

I guess my dreams are over, now. It doesn't get much more final than that.

Has anyone ever thought they knew the story they were dreaming, only to have fragments fall into place differently later on? I see everything with so much clarity now that I can't believe how different it all is from when I started.

I had believed the dreams couldn't get worse. Then they bring me this. This reminder. As if I needed to be reminded that my daughter's It's bad enough we're forced to lead these other lives in our dreams. But "gifts" as well?

I'm rather excited to be here. New town, new show design and new promotion all combined into one.

I've found an apartment but if anybody has any tips about what I should see or do around the county please let me know. I've never been to California before so this is a big exciting move.

I can't keep anything down today. I dreamt so much in the span of one night. That son of a bitch framed me. I think I might be a murderer. I don't know. I can't tell if it's me or if it's him - it fucking rhymes how do people not know.

I just feel sick. I'm glad I have no job to have to worry about going to tomorrow.

I am thinking of hosting a small dinner party for a few of my associates, in honour of Valentine's Day, and because I haven't hosted a party in far too long.

My mind went immediately to serving seared beef heart, or perhaps a tartar, but I wondered if that might not be a tad cliché.

So I will present the question to the general public: would serving heart for a Valentine's dinner party be too much?

I'm terrified to sleep.

Do people here

Does anyone here get afflictions? From dreams. I can't explain it anyway else. I can't explain it even really by saying I'm like this because I dreamed it but

This happens. Right? I've read about it.

It's forced my hand in a suspension a temporary step down from my spot with Irvine PD.

You'd think the police would be more competent.

For the first time in a long time, I feel pretty good. This is the second day in a row now where these dreams haven't bothered me, and the headaches I was getting last week are gone. I even slept in, which never happens. A guy could get used to this.

Been a while since I've been in the Colonies, I damn well forgot about Thanksgiving. Fuck, but you lot love any occasion to flip the bird to the British, don't you? Sure Thanksgiving's a big family thing now, but wasn't it just an excuse to fuck off from England and go screw over the Native Americans? Be honest, now.

Don't even get me started on the fourth of July, you all go bloody insane then.

I had the same dreams last night. Or something like it. The names, the case, all the same but the situation was distorted. Way, way more messed up this time around.

It feels like I'm being hunted.

It feels like I'm being haunted.

I can't stop seeing it. I went down to do target practice and at first I just froze. Then it was like that moment when something lags and everything speeds up to catch up, I couldn't stop shooting.

I have a headache. I need a vacation.

[ooc: mentions of violence/death in comments.]

The number of times young children ask if I am a vampire increases exponentially during the month of October.

The perils of being a well dressed Eastern European, I suppose.

Tonight will be my first night in Orange County and I thought I should introduce myself.

I'm Dr. Juliet Burke and I'll be here for a few months, working with the Orange County Sheriff's Office, as well as the surrounding Police Departments, the County Correctional Department, and I will also have office hours for any interested civilians.

I am a Psychiatrist with a specialization in traumatic events. I know that there have been many of those in this area, and have relocated temporarily to help where ever I'm needed. I also deal in Anger Management, Phobias, Night Terrors (and Dreams), as well as every-day occurrences.

Please don't hesitate to call [number], text, or message me here should you need any sort of assistance. I'm sure that this will be a wonderful experience for me, I hope to do some good during my stay.