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I know it comes from good intentions but I wish more people understood that it's not polite to grab a blind person. The only time this is appropriate is if the person's life is in danger. Otherwise, please ask if we need the help as opposed to just assuming that we need the help.

More dreams, this time of a reindeer I rescued and apparently named Sven...and talk to on a regular basis. Wtf.

The hero, my friend, defeated the son of the Emperor, but no sooner were we celebrating that victory than our other friends began to fall into a mysterious slumber.

And then I heard a voice, and I too passed out. I woke on another world, confirming some theories we'd had as to the nature of our universe.

There was once one world, or Star as we call it in my dreams. Some ancient calamity split it into 14, the Source, my world, and then 13 others. One by one myself and our friends arrived in the First, but at different times, spread across the years.

The First is a world bathed in Light, where all darkness was defeated, but in defeating the darkness, the now triumphant Light burned away most of the world, only being stopped a century before my arrival, leaving most of the planet a blinding wasteland, and only a small landmass and few survivors remaining.

What the Light turns a person into when it corrupts them is hauntingly beautiful but every bit as horrific as how the Void can corrupt.

The Light, like all things, works best in moderation. Too much of any element (Fire, Water, Air, Light, Void, etc) can tip the balance of these Stars. This forces them to collapse into the Source.

When that happens, we face a calamity. There have been ... 7 in the history of the Source. 7 worlds destroyed with all those who lived on them gone, and each calamity has destroyed whole civilizations.

It's clear with the balance tipped to the Light on the First, it's only a matter of time before it crashes into the Source and another calamity mars our world.

The dreams came fast tonight. Our battle against the empire continued apace as my friend fought to free two nations from the shackles of imperial subjugation.

But the strength of Zenos, the Emperor's son, nearly destroyed us all. I woke, feeling nearly as drained as I had after that nigh fatal blow.

I've just woken up and by the twelve I need a nap.

Lucky charms? Good.

Lucky Charms on pizza...not good.

Well... that dream was a bit of a doozy. Dream!Me rose from the dead, took her axe and killed three of her enemies. THEN she led her companions into victory.

Thank goodness Valentine's Day is over! That's definitely one of the busier holidays for baked goods and desserts around here.

Now I've got to set my sights on St. Patrick's Day, which probably be just some Irish inspired items like rye bread and random green items like shamrock shortbread cookies and maybe a Bailey's mint pie or some kind of dessert with Guinness since so many people just celebrate the day without being Irish.

Then we jump into Easter. This beginning of the year is always insane with holidays.

I was in the store today and they have Easter stuff out already.

What's everyone's opinion on Peeps? Yay or nay?

I'm not really into it. I think it's Easter's version of candy corn.

Dreams suck. Looks like my step-mother got a bit paranoid and everything went down hill from there. Guess I should apologize to my boyfriend for not waking up when he tried to wake me. I'm still not sure how someone wakes up from being dead to begin with.

Though, I have a sharp ass spear as a souvenir from dying now.

We got our proverbial arses kicked in my most recent dreams, and after we'd done so well with the whole dragon situation.

I am pretty sure the bastard was toying with us the whole time.

In waking concerns, I've been trying to study some of the goings-on, lately, at least as far as I can without dipping into powers that would harm me.

Is there anyone who can assist me in modifying some technology from my dreams? They are goggles, and I need to convert them into something that can read out the results to me.

Working with an old mentor again in my dreams, which is both a blessing and a curse. We get along much like oil and water and yet I do love her as a grandmother. Perhaps that is why we only threaten to strangle one another rather than actually go through with it.

There remains much and more for us to do. My companions have gotten embroiled in an ancient war between the Holy See of Ishgard and the race of Dragons. The leader of Ishgard has allied with enemies who seek the utter destruction of our realms and we are trying to pierce an ancient technomagical barrier in order to prevent this.

My mentor and I hope to deliver the means to do so, and per usual have sent the Warrior of Light into unknown dangers to retrieve that which we need. She is a strong woman, but I do worry on occasion that we ask overly much of her.

My former master is, however, entirely too perceptive. I have discovered a technique to allow myself to see, to an extent, though it consumes aether and may very well shorten my lifespan.

It is not a technique I've risked trying just yet, here in the waking world.

You know... at least DreamRaven is the same as I am on that aspect. Someone asks how I am, and they get told awesome. Doesn't matter if it's true or not.

So the bullet that was stuck in my spine was shifting, pressing against DreamMes spine. If we left it in, then she lived. If they took it out then she could die. DreamRaven decided fuck everything and do the surgery. Mind you, this is all without anesthesia. Which means that the dream version of myself would feel everything.

"In Zero G I didn't need my legs. Down here I do. Take it out."

That was kind of DreamRaven's thing. What she told them. They did manage to get the bullet out. She survived surgery. Only thing? Severe nerve damage to the left leg. Anything from the top of the knee down? Can't feel it. (So, I guess me and my dream self already deal with THAT the same. Stupid dreams)

Finn stayed with me through the surgery, but dream me flat out told him not to be there when I woke up. To go find our missing friends.


These dreams? I swear, they're getting crazier and crazier by the minute.

My dreams this night were alarming, which is a vast understatement.

We'd won. And yet ...

My friends and I have fought those godlike primals and brought the nations together in that fight and yet we were betrayed by those we'd recruited to help us.

Regicide and the body of a dear friend lain at the feet of another, the blame cast upon we Scions and in our mad dash to escape we each took a stand in turn so that the others might make it further.

Thancred and I were the second to last, bringing the caverns down upon our heads to block our pursuers and ensure Minfilia and the Warrior of Light could make it further.

I cast an ancient spell in an attempt to escape the cave-in and it must have succeeded, for we were drawn into the Lifestream, bound to the aether that is the life's blood of our world. I only know my friend escaped, because she was the one who was able to draw me back out of the Lifestream.

When I woke, I was blind. But if I concentrate I can see the latent aether and energy in the air and in the living.

It's hard to describe what it looks like. I cannot see faces, or details, just blobs of light. But I may know a spell that can leverage this to see normally at times.

It too is a forbidden spell so I wager there will be a price the same as that escape spell.

I thought my real-life parents had been a little lax in keeping an eye on me. In my dreams, literally no one is noticing a nine-year-old running around with a camera in a city riddled with poorly dressed, pun-loving bad guys.

So, part of these dreams, so far they're still dealing with tribes. Looks like we went up against a tribe of blood thirsty men and I nearly died. My only saving grace was my mentor. I'm not even sure how to take these dreams. They're pretty out there.

Well this was an interesting day - and not in a good way. I spent all day on the phone with my bank and with a company named Remitly that I'd never heard of before trying to get my money back after someone set up an account in my name and transferred almost 50000 dollars to someone I've never even heard of. They were able to reverse one of the charges but they're not sure about the other one yet.

I met a woman in my dreams. An adventurer, but a very skilled one. There's something special about her, and the leader of my group believes she has something called the Echo, blessed by the Mother Crystal. This allows her brief glimpses into the pasts of others.

In the wake of the Calamity, more beings called Primals are rising. They are god-like creatures summoned through a combination of the faith of people and aether from gathered crystals. However, upon summoning they take the minds of their faithful and forever tempers them.

This adventurer, this Warrior of Light, is capable of fighting these Primals without losing her mind.

We have defeated several of these Primals already, while we're also dealing with the Empire pushing back into our lands.

Of concern is the reasons people are summoning these Primals. They are looking for hope, for help and aid and if we do not address the root causes we will keep having to fight these gods.

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.

This whole having random things show up, it gets pretty interesting. I now have a set of walkie-talkies. The other thing can be put in a box and never seen again.

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...

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Cat-person me has made a number of friends in her efforts to help others. I've quite the penchant for getting myself into and out of trouble.

We come into direct conflict with this Empire for the first time and it nearly goes badly for us.

This dream world is fascinating. It's as though someone dumped our world's cultures into a mixing pot and then upended it into a plane of magic, monsters and crystals.

Crystals seem to be very important; the world run on something called Aether, which has a solid crystalline form. With it comes magic and life. And death.

Whenever it builds up or starts acting strangely, an umbral calamity usually follows. There've been six by the time I was born there.

They all seem to be attuned to an element. The third was a great calamity of fire, and the Fourth was the fall of the ancient Allagan Empire. The Sixth, being the most recent, is the most well known. Following the War of the Magi, a massive flood nearly destroyed our continent. But we were saved by twelve Archons, who we came to worship as gods.

There has also been number of mentions of Warriors of Light, a term we seem to give out to great heroes, but something about it strikes me deeply and truly in a way I can't quite put words to.

I've been trying to write as much down as I remember every morning, there's a whole history of another world and I've never been one to ignore new knowledge.

How do you tell someone you are in love with that you still love them?

Thee's a complicated history, but you know they can work it out!


Asking for a cousin friend. Really, I am, it's not me.


[Nico]

So...I still want to meet Hades or Dad him.

But can we have a sibling dinner first?

I had the most intriguing dream. I was studying magic under a woman named Matoya before joining a group called the Circle of Knowing, a sort of splinter faction within the group I was nominally a part of. We wished to assist the nations of a continent called Eorzea in their struggle against a fascist empire.

I also had a fuzzy tail and cat ears. Never really fancied myself a cat person before.

Having spent so much time living in assorted hotels and the occasional tent it feels a bit odd to have a place to call my own. The important thing is I finally have a place to put my books.

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That feeling when there’s only one thing between you and the micro-naps.