I feel like every 6 months I fall down a YouTube hole of something like this
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im really sad not enough people ran with ibopas ‘cinematic death mambo’
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I dreamed a college professor said some shit about trans people so I said “you know what, I’m just going to come up there and explain what’s true” and came up and started drawing out the logic with truth values for two mutually exclusive values to describe the concept of binary gender. While doing this students kept asking me questions and I kept answering them and somehow we ended up discussing how the social conception of an object is based mostly on being tightly bound by cause and effect over time rather than sharing exact logical properties from moment to moment, and how this is absolutely applied inconsistently by each culture, and somehow this lead to talking about angels as an ancient cultural understanding of a continuity of spirit across different times and bodies, and somehow this lead to the question of in what sense modern religious people even believe in angels when they don’t know or agree with this definition, and I don’t think I ever even finished filling in all the truth values before I finished, and that’s annoying because that was literally just the basic context for a whole presentation. But I was glad to clarify that an object is not defined, or at least not easily defined, by logic.
Oh, I also dreamed that there was a discord chat by trans people discussing hate crimes, and I said that different cultures had different dominant expressions of violence, which for the United States were mostly spree shootings, gang violence, bullying, and a couple other things I forgot. I said what worried me is that Trump seemed like the sort of person who could entrench the dynamics of bullying abuse into the state and then escalate due to wounded pride, taking half the nation into this dynamic with him. At which point one of the trans hosts said sure Trump is bad on trans rights but he’s not that extreme and is actually good on immigration. At which point I gave up.
No idea why I am having back to back dreams about explaining things in hostile situations.
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I dreamed it was the fourth of July in New Mexico. Fireworks were being set off, and simultaneously witches were singing in Gaelic to summon an early change of the seasons, which resulted in hurricane force winds.
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couple nights ago I dreamt that I was snooping through someone’s work computer while they left it open. she came back just as I tried to open the file explorer, and asked what I was doing. when I answered honestly she said she would have to send me to LA, to “private information”. It sounded like a vague prophecy–still brooding on the significance
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dreamed i made a neat song with my fucked up music setup and forgot how i set it up.
also had a dream i was a concept artist and i was with a bunch of other concept artists and we were trying to come up with designs for Sting’s return to wrestling (???)
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I had some sort of gross skin infection issue that got extracted from my chest and I was informed that volume-wise it proportionally represented Todd Philip’s documentary career versus his mainstream feature success. It left a big gaping wound and I woke up before figuring out if it was going to get stitched up.
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Just woke from a dream in which my friends and I took a casual trip to 90s Lafayette through a strange cave-like recess in his home. This was *****'s home. When I asked how come he had a time machine while I did not he explained they were quite expensive, with time travel costing $750 an hour per person.
Our activities in past Lafayette were primarily speculative. We seemed to hang around an old junky alley for the most part, imagining, in the vivid way of dreams, what other parts of the city might look like and making plans in a desultory fashion about visiting them, but really just whiling away the time. I recall picturing the city filled with abscesses of pasture, yet to be developed. I had the sensation of my own past merging with the past at large. Photographs on the walls of Judice Inn, quaint images of the family in their Mardis Gras costumes, bona-fide elements of the past, now seemed like contemporaries to my own memories.
Our ruminations puttered out and we went back through the time portal to a sort of staging area in a large cave system but otherwise with trappings of an airport: lines and security, etc. The bureaucratic structures, control centers full of screens, shops, placed in the alcoves of the sandstone caves. The entrance to the time portal itself was downward moving escalator which eventually thrust you head first into a hole not unlike a toilet with a heavy collar of some grey, lusterless metal bolted around the opening. You’d never fit into this hole, but you closed your eyes and somehow passed through. The whole place felt well used, like Newark’s airport. Ever so slightly too warm and humid inside, and everything covered in layers of activity which dedicated cleaning only casts into relief as uneven gray boundaries on the floors, surfaces and walls. If you run your finger over them you can feel the boundary where the layers have been scraped away. It was crowded, with families of diverse backgrounds hurrying around.
I had some problem with security (I recall fumbling with a large pair of headphones and an unruly tangle of cords) and we were delayed. While we waited for our next opening we explored the time port which was built into a cliff side cave facing the Pacific Ocean at night sometime in the 1920s. I remember being surprised at this, somehow thinking that the time port would be in a pocket dimension or some other sort of exotic setting. Whence the cave, then, though?
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I dreamed I lived in a world where it was normal for gangs of neonazi bandits to try to jump you on road trips through rural america, but also normal for your friends in the city to have formerly known the leader of the neonazi bandits prior to them becoming persona non grata and moving out of the city to be bandit highwaymen. Also the nenoazi bandit leader had a youtube account of what was hopefully just AI generated content of them shooting various minorities and moral criminals through his door with a custom big bore black powder revolver.
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We were trying to figure out some sort of city government combat themed turn based strategy video game where the units were three ranks of office guys, ambulances (that could only run people over) and snow plows (also for running office guys over).
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Dreamed of something called the “Ohio Dome” which is this massive dome structure that was built on top of huge pillars. We were discussing it in a discord call and I remember being annoyed I was still awake.
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Don’t tell Ohio State or they will try to build this.
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I was on a trip to Vegas with some friends and I had a convincing fake mustache that made everything I said come across as way meaner.
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was in a multiplayer demon’s souls situation and we were fighting a taurus demon type guy, @vodselbt had found a bell that contained his wife’s soul and @Felix said that equipping that to a a mace made the boss easy so i pulled out a mace for BT to equip it to and the fight DID become a pushover because the boss turned into a literal giant docile baby. i was like sobbing while gently tapping it to death and getting a little readout that was like emotion: confused. emotion: horror. emotion: as expected. emotion: pain. the whole time it was just kind of sitting on its back not putting up a fight. afterwards i found a bench to curl up on for a minute while Felix was like “i don’t know if she’ll forgive me for this one”
sorry you’re sometimes a morally grey figure in my dreams felix
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I mean would you rather have artificially challenged yourself to distract from the brutality of what you were doing? no. face it and move on, it saves time and energy that way
(also when I skimmed this post initially and saw my @ I thought you were calling me, an april baby, a “Taurus Demon,” so it’s actually a bit more positive than expected)
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I dreamed of a racing game called Infinite Capitalism: Downhill, in which you just drive a futuristic car down an infinite procedurally driven hill littered with buildings that aesthetically follow the development of industrial civilization over time, and project to what the future would look like by randomly combining things.
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combat baby
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There was a dog that was working turning a big carousel that ground grain or something, but it started getting stuck, and I was worried that the potential energy left behind was going to aggregate and lead to something explosive happening, so I jumped on the carousel to try to fix it, but it exploded off right then and flung me to the top of what turned out to be a huge mesoamerican themed tower. There was a button at the top of the tower, and after pressing it, there were slots. Each slot was a progressively more valuable financial instrument, so it started with a penny, then a nickel, then a dime, until at the bottom was the US treasury trillion dollar coin. People saw this happen, because they thought it was just a worthless art installation before, and came to try to get money. But unfortunately completing the process once turned the tower into a rocket and it started counting down. So the people paying attention started running, and only the people who kept running continuously even made it to the point they weren’t incinerated by the fire but were only blanketed in smoke.
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Playing the original SimCity feels kind of like this to me.
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