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Good thing you don't have a weak stomach.

Well, my main concern was keeping my friend alive. Plus, I had super-archangel powers.

(I'd have a harder time doing that in real life.)

DC's aren't allowed to drive. Apparently, I'm one to talk.

Well, considering you were being chased by cannibals, you sort of have an excuse.

Huh. Apparently it's easier to summon fire when you're actually being threatened. Good to know.

Maybe that's my problem...

I'm having an argument with someone, involving my name. I tell them that my name isn't really Samael; it's Jack. No, not Serenity's Jack. It's just Jack.

Funny that we both had a dream about your name last night.

I run over to the front of the bus. I plunge my hands into the squirming mass of maggots (and I can feel them wriggling all over my skin), and pull the lever for the door to open. Sally gets off the bus and starts running.

Oh, wow. Good thing you don't have a weak stomach. I can just imagine everyone on the bus turning into a pile of maggots... that would be pretty awesome, yet disturbing at the same time.

I'm the writer and the reader and the characters in the book all at once. "I finished reading the book," I tell someone, "And I was all 'I can't wait for the sequel!', but I still have to write the goddamn sequel myself and I have no idea what happens next!"

That seems like it would be very confusing.

There's something about them that's just so. incredibly. creepy.

I kind of wish the dream had kept going. Between me and the crazy wizard from last week, could you imagine the damage we could have caused to an army of mannequins?

Quickton's the name I use for the town I'm living in right now. It's a pretty small place, so while I'll use the real names for Calgary, Halifax, Vancouver, etc., I'd rather not say where I am right now.

I see that you mention Quickton quite a lot in your dreams. Is that a place you made up for your dreams?

I see tat you mention Quickton quite a lot in your dreams. Is that a place you made up for your dreams?

Not so weird. I kind of love to see the effects, especially when I'm lucid.

Anyway, I don't think I was actually in pain in this dream. More like morbidly fascinated while I watched the wound stitch itself up.

I'm staring at my arm, fascinated, and picking at the nails, pulling them out one at a time.

Sometimes I think it's fun getting hurt in dreams. As weird as that sounds...

"I can't remember my parents' eye colours, okay? They keep changing!" Sasha springs up from her seat and stomps away to the restroom.

"Who pays attention to their parents' eye colours?" asks Amon.

"Weird people. Or very observant ones?" I wonder.

That had me cracking up. A weird thing to be upset about...

The mannequins in the display near us, half a dozen at least, start to twitch.

Haha, I've had that to happen before.

Haha, cool.

A bit of synchronicity yesterday... I went to Karate, and the first thing I noticed was a slideshow of some of the younger students' trip to the zoo.

The twins were rather interesting, if not altogether creepy!

A WTF moment if there ever was one.

Wow, nice lucid! (I was lucid too, but I completely forgot to look for you. ) I don't remember being in a zoo, but I do have vague imagery of unusual animals attacking me at one point. Maybe it'll come to me later.

An older woman appears, seemingly armed to the teeth with surgical tools. "I can help you gain any appearance you wish," she says.

That is a very creepy, yet amusing image.

Haha, I actually really liked the part where I was forcing soul energy back into their bodies. That was a hell of a lot of power for a non-lucid.

Wow! O.O If it was that much fun for me to read, I can only imagine how exciting it was to experience it!

I'm the shortest one in my family, at least. And yeah, tall people do that.

Ugh. I think there was a bunch of random dialogue, too, where Mark and I argue about movies in the future to prove that we've both actually been to the 2000s.

This is the short version.