They should play football on active runways. Really earn that exorbitant pay, y’know?
football is basically already more dangerous than that
I won’t rest until it’s as dangerous as that Rutger Hauer post apocalypse ball sport.
I dreamed about demons and for once they were scary instead of politically misunderstood.
5-15 My latest dream was just a confabulation about both my current workplace and a previous, non existent internship that didn’t pan out. I walked into a huge computer center that was supposed to be my current workplace but was nothing like my current workplace. It was pitch black for some reason. My boss was there along with a woman I’d never seen before. I asked my boss what kind of OS they had used at my previous internship for some reason? He offered me coffee and asked if I wanted to sit down, so I did. He then gave me the coffee and told me those systems were 21 years old, so “probably something old”.
I woke up immediately after and it took me 45 seconds to realize I hadn’t done that internship instead of instantly.
5-16
" Do you have to keep running when you’re on top of a circus ball?" - Small child
“If the ball is moving you need to be moving” - Teacher
“No, the ball moves by itself” - 100 year old electrical charge
Dreamed that I had some kind of unofficial Game Boy knockoff console from a Kickstarter campaign. The game that came with it was a JRPG style game based on Momoko Kikuchi’s Adventure album, although the chiptune music sounded kinda off.
I think the ‘real world’ in the dream where I was playing the game turned out to be some kind of modern day Souls game. I was searching through a maze of buildings, going up to the rooftops to try to find a cat. In the distance there was a massive tree silhouetted against the sunset sky, but it looked mostly like a flat low-res plain.
There was a line of shadowy figures in front of the tree that were also just flat sprites. If you looked at them from a certain angle, you could see they were specific people, and at certain times they would stretch vertically until they were almost as tall as the tree. Once I worked out the lore reasons for all of this I thought it was really clever, but I forget the details of it now.
I think all of this started merging with the Momoko Kikuchi game, so it all sort of became some kind of Summertime City Pop Soulslike
I had a dream that a series of bad things happened to me but concurrently it was a video game, following obvious video game logic, except that it felt like reality.
It started with me riding in a bus through the rocky mountains. The bus driver was very skilled and driving at a speed I thought was way too fast for the road type and conditions. Then suddenly I was staring at a police officer. I was in the same bus but it was overturned. He asked me if I was ok, if I knew where I was and why he was talking to me. I said I didn’t remember, and he said ok, and helped me off the bus, but let me go. I looked down the street and there was a tank full of US soldiers and three dead antifa clad black block looking people in the middle of the street next to an SUV. I learned from the radio that President Trump had ordered an assassination of a “Red Army terrorist”, which was apparently what Antifa were called in this setting, and this had been on the bus I was on, and led to it overturning.
I noticed there were rifles left on the dead Red Army fighters, so I went up to the tank and in my signature meta-sarcasm asked the US soldiers if it was alright if I had one of the rifles. They just ignored me but kind of indignantly. Then I noticed one of the Red Army fighters was just pretending to be dead. They snuck forward until they were in grenade range, then threw some sort of “smart grenade”. It landed next to the tank, and the people on top of the tank jumped off and tried to duck and cover, but it went off, sending both the shell as frangible debris killing those who jumped off, and a second payload of a napalm like substance to the open top of the tank, killing everyone in the tank.
The Red Army fighter then grabbed the weapons of their fallen comrades and left.
Somehow I found controls for a drone helicopter with a huge payload of minigun ammo.
I made my way into a building and people were running and screaming but also trying to hide. It was like a combination architecturally between a court and a university I guess? Suddenly a giant steampunk anthropomorphic owl or something knocked down a wall, and I knew it was going to launch napalm into the building to clear it out, so I shot at it with the minigun drone until it went down.
Kept going through the building and the only way forward was up a story, through an overpass covered bridge of sorts. But when I went up, there were these weird balloon dragons that kept saying “rarrrrrarrrrrrarrrrrarrrr” and then they shot fire but it was balloon fire but it was still as hot as real fire and the balloon fire also said “rarrrrrarrrrrrarrrrrarrrr” and I saw this kill several people and nearly died from it myself while hiding in a corner.
Another brief blackout period, and then I was fighting a giant werewolf that was two or three stories tall with only a magic sword. They had some sort of chain scythe, and I could only manage to block it repeatedly, which due to physics meant I went cartwheeling through the air but due to the sword magic meant I was still unharmed and always landed on my feet. Eventually the werewolf got tired of this and just grabbed me and screamed, in a very heavy metal way, “FORGIVE. OR REVENGE?? TRUE WISDOM WILL DECIDE”. I was about to answer revenge but I woke up.
Oh I forgot. There was no way I could have known this in setting but what was happening was that Quantum Computers had merged our reality with others somehow.
Dreamt I was illustrating a Devilman comic where Devilman fights a loaf of bread. with lines such as
“You know what my favorite part of bread is? Fuck You!”
and
“You’re bread now Devilman! That means you can never escape Bread Hell!”
Kind of vague, but I dreamed there were a group of people who discovered that they had all been subject to cartoon comedy violence annually on the day of the wedding anniversary of a man who had made pianos for a living. The pianos were cursed and had wound up in these people’s hands. They wondered how they had survived all the obviously deadly stuff, and after reflection realized that the curse caused everyone to experience the hijinks but only killed bad people. So because they were all good, they had been cursed but also blessed with immunity to the laws of physics.
I had my first dream in forever.
I was at a movie theater and super confused. I was there for a Shaw Brothers movie. The popcorn and drink lines in the lobby were separate and you couldn’t bring popcorn into the drink line and vice versa so everyone had to park their snacks on a little table and finding your stuff afterward was totally confusing and I was convinced i got pop someone else drank out of. I ran into one of my favorite people in line (who I should probably text soon because she wanted to plan a trip to Arby’s IRL) then lost her while we were getting our seats because i walked into a Minions movie accidentally instead.
The layout of the theater must have been pulled from some deep memory of somewhere I went once a hundred years ago. I think it might have been the spot I saw Star Trek Generations at.
Had a dream that my mom told me I was too fat to wear the tshirt I had on, which is very plausible so for a day I thought it had really happened
had a nightmare I ruined the seasoning on my cast iron pan
I dreamed I was in an elevator that would power off entirely, both the control panel and the brakes, and just fall until the control panel rebooted and went through a firmware boot sequence, at which point the brakes would engage. I couldn’t get off, so I started troubleshooting. It turned out that it treated each button press as additive and whenever you got out of bounds as a result the default behavior was shutdown. Also on reboot all floors were marked as requiring a badge and pin number to access so it became impossible to get off.
dreamed I was married to bob dylan and had to call him on the phone to get directions to where he was in the airport so we could go on vacation, and his instructions were “alright go through the big door then the only thing you have to do is keep on keeping on like a bird that flewww” and I got annoyed that he was incapable of dropping the bit even over the phone. also as I was wandering around the airport tunnels I thought “this would make such a good unity level”
I dreamed there was a section of the grocery store that just sold giant food. There was a chocolate chip cookie the size of a Costco wall, and bus sized slices of raisin bread
6-14-23
I dreamed there was a malevolent honeypot version of the Akashic Libary. I went there and at check in their rules were just “You can stay as long as you like, just make sure to only enter at 2”. But time never moved in the lobby so it was eternally 4pm or something, so I made the mistake of showing them my phone which was still tied to local time in the physical world where it was 2. So they let me in and started letting other people in.
Architecturally and aesthetically it was like a combination mall/Barnes and Noble/Hogwarts. That also should have been a warning, as should the organization of books themselves, which was a combination of the hyper sanitized hyper corporate classification system of a Barrnes and Noble with the utter incoherence of a small individual or family run used bookstore. Also ever section was in it’s own room and they were segmented like shopping mall stores. So I wandered around talking to people and looking for a section that was actually interesting, which was very exciting, and then at a certain point after about 6 hours of that everything shut down, the doors between sections were all closed and locked, and we were trapped in a common area between book sections along with hundreds of other people. But it got even worse, because it turned out that certain sections you still could enter, but these were only more or less empty segments like a garden, and once you left the main area for those, it became metaphysically impossible to return to the main area.
Then I had an entirely unrelated dream in which Sovereign Corporations had taken over the world using a combination of global surveillance and deepfake technology, convincing people of whatever they wanted in order to get increasingly favorable laws passed and ruining dissenters by creating incriminating deepfakes. I was in Paris building a combat fursuit (one of the only wearable shapes left that AI couldn’t deepfake) to wage war against the Corpo-Gendarmerie by going on a rampage against them in downtown Paris, but as I kept running simulations on my laptop it became clear that it wouldn’t work, because Corpo-Gendarmerie doctrine was that in the event of any major confrontation, the heavily armed street police should just withdraw into the privately owned buildings, locking them, and go to prebuilt drone/snipers nests where they could deploy drones and back them up with sharpshooting. And my suit couldn’t eat an anti-material rifle round, or at least not more than a couple times, so at that point I had to decide between giving up or going on a suicide mission that would only kill whatever handful of Corpo-Gendarmerie I managed to catch off guard before the withdraw order. Even when I added hyper charitable assumptions to the simulations like my actions triggering a pre-provisioned mass uprising from the common people the only major result was that lots of other friendlies would also get killed.
I dreamed I saved NASA and their manned moon flight program by noticing a power switch was off while falling during takeoff and turning it on
I dreamed I went to a college campus cafeteria after my backpack full of forgotten hotdogs went bad after sneaking into a college classroom to attend a random lecture. There I met a man named Red Alan Turing, who looked exactly like JK Simmons, and listened to him give an impromptu lecture on Christian moralism and worldview. Somehow he got to talking about how current scientific ontology was all wrong, so I asked him how the universe was constructed, and he said there were five or six layers and ours is the worst. So I asked him if he was a gnostic, which he vehemently denied, saying this was Normal Christianity. I asked if these layers were projections of the human psyche or emanations from God and he said no, all of that was nonsense, they were purely physical. My questions were socratic but respectful but nonetheless he seemed to become more and more self aware and embarrassed over time so I ended up feeling slightly bad.
Oh, I almost forgot. I dreamed I stole a handful of gold bars from a gun store owner after he revealed that I was permanently banned from the store because I was on an Atomwaffen Kill List for talking to leftists online while being trans.
Iconic
do you think picard ever got his ass ate
Sorry that was in my drafts window when I clicked on this thread, im not sure what it was in reply to, question still stands though
Absolutely. I am convinced he has performed every sexual act possible in both full and zero gravity
Gnostic, doggy, and normal Christianity.