Like the sky, in a dream sometime.

[Bamyasi]

It's a metaphor. I think you're great but will always prefer pussy.

you'd rather fuck a cat than bamyasi? thats harsh

Harsh, but fair.

[Unless]

[spoiler]

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So I, my sister, my brother, my housemate, my old housemate I'm friends with, and my old housemate I'm decisively not friends with were watching a Netflix-type thing of some sort and browsing through programs.

There was one program with Will Smith in it and he had been running from this huge furry creature that looked like a white bandersnatch of sorts, and Will was hiding in a bathroom from it while it rampaged around, knowing he was close. Will had a tiny, disobedient talking rabbit with him as his pet and the audience were all naturally worried that the rabbit would talk and blow their cover, because it wasn't all that much more intelligent than a regular animal. So Will started whispering to it to go to bed even though it wasn't nearly bed time yet, for the sole purpose of annoying it. The little rabbit couldn't really communicate perfectly but could repeat what it had heard, and after muttering to itself back what Will had said a few times, it realised how upsetting this was, then started imitating the large creature's roars to demonstrate to Will how upset it was at the prospect of having to go to bed early — which was Will's plan, as the big creature heard something roaring at him from around the corner, freaked out, turned invisible, then ran away. The comic relief character then hopped in and informed the two that he'd made an audio remix of Will and the little bunny telling each other to go to bed, and it sounded like an annoying, upbeat, goofy carnival track. People weren't really into this program so when they insisted we switch away I made mental note of the name before doing so so I could check it out later on my own. Peeps done wanted to watch the new GoT or Simpsons instead.

A few other things happened including most of us (including my Organic Gardening teacher) attempting to map out the entirety of Carlow as must have been back long enough ago for us to set a Game of Thrones-esque show there, in which I had a scene covered in blood and eating a heart or something sort of like Khaleesi that one time, and I took a picture of myself which I was totally going to set as my new Facebook profile picture but I kept getting distracted before I could do it. This was particularly annoying because it was with a stranger's phone without permission so I had to do it quickly and afterwards probably delete the picture and put the phone back where I found it. In retrospect I probably should have also planned to sign out of Facebook afterwards.

The old Carlow didn't include the street with the AIB bank on it with the name I can't remember, just because Carlow at that time didn't encompass that much land; it was up for debate whether this one ragged character from the show was really from Carlow because we think she lived on this street, or at least she came up here every night and made snow angels and cried herself to sleep.
We were leaving markings around real Carlow as we were marking it out and I noticed that the markings I had left from a few days ago in somebody's front garden were now gone, which I was okay because it was private property and all, but deduced it was probably just from the snow and not the owner's doing at all. So I didn't have and problem with making new markings in the garden, which I also thought the owners would appreciate more because (though being solely to help us as a group identify the layout of GoT-era Carlow) they were colourful and butterfly-themed this time.

I think in what was in an entirely separate earlier dream, I was taking far too long to gather all my things to get into a car that was waiting for me to get in before they went, and I kept on dropping things and just remembering one more thing and having to turn around, and people kept coming out of the car to try to be helpful by taking all the wrong things out for me, including things with unscrewed battery packs and tiny screws, and leaving them in the boot and not letting me deal with them because we were in a hurry.
Then when we were at the airport, myself and somebody I had just met but hit it off well with were smoking and sitting on the railing(?) at the top of an escalator, which not only physically made sense in my dream but also wasn't illegal or even a dick thing to do to anybody else who wanted to use the escalator. There was a fire at the door at the other end of the room and of course we were blamed of course, but fortunately the only security guard on duty was Manuel (Faulty Towers) levels of inept at his job which gave us time to run away and lock the front door and get away in individual taxis just as the police were catching up to us (which was mighty cool of the text drivers actually) though I was initially hesitant to get a text just from one side of town to the other when it's within walking distance and would cost me €4.50, but then I figured it's probably worth it for the price of not getting arrested, and that worked out, but then I regretted not getting the girl's name or number and was sad for a bit.

Then I think I got home and there was something to do with a murderer, but it's all a bit hazy at this point.

Thank you for your time.

[Philip K Dick]

wait, tell me more about this organic gardening class

[Unless]

I'm taking an Organic Gardening and Landscape Enterprise PLC course IRL because I could get into it for free. I'm interested in flowers but am getting more experience on that front from my work experience than the actual course. Teacher's cool enough but the whole premise seems to be assuming that I wouldn't rather die than live in the countryside and work on a farm.

[Philip K Dick]

why don't you like the countryside or farm life? i've done a couple farm volunteer programs and they've done a lot for me. the physical labor involved is rewarding in the same way as running a marathon. also being closer to nature is awesome. being cut off from the conveniences of city life, especially internet, is refreshing as fuq.

[Unless]

I'm sure there's probably some element of not wanting to be a stereotypical boring Irish potato farmer, but mainly it's because I spent most of my childhood living in the countryside (age 8 ~ 17?) and really missed being within walking distance of friends or indeed anybody that wasn't my family. I currently miss being able to go for a walk alone in the woods, but the two don't compare.
I'm going to be spending the next two weeks with family and already I'm dreading it, though honestly I'm not sure if it's more to do with not being able to see my peeps or, you know, being stuck with my family for two weeks.

I'd love to tend my own garden at some point (which was my reasoning for joining this course in the first place) and will probably look for a job in a garden centre somewhere afterwards. And it's not that I'm opposed to any physical labour, I just find little reward in tending expensive machinery and developing back problems by bending over all day shovelling so much literal shit. Then again I'd also say I'm at least a few years off finding much enjoyment in running a marathon, yet.
I'm also not a huge fan of using animal products generally.

[Philip K Dick]

didn't know you grew up rural! that explains the cynicism. maybe i idealize rural living a bit, too. you can defy the irish cliche by planting sweet potatoes instead.

on that last point about animal products, i would say my experiences on farms informed my decision to eat a plant based diet
relating back to the original topic, i had this really vivid nightmare about going fishing with a bunch of washington state rednecks and drowning in an ice lake. maybe it symbolizes my guilt for eating unsustainable sushi??

[Unless]

As an Irish farmer it's not uncommon to be required to grow potatoes just to keep your farm afloat with all the costs.
Is it that you thought farm were animals being mistreated so you were driven off eating the meat?

A lot of my dreams — or at least the ones worth remembering — are on the wild side, and I just try to enjoy them for what they are instead of reading into them too much. Except for the like wherein my mother's upsetting me in public and the message probably shouldn't be too hard to decipher.

Have you ever gone fishing IRL in an ice lake before, and being trapped under the ice is a fear of yours? Was it cold in your dream?

[Philip K Dick]

i had latent vegan ethics that were probably enabled by hands-on experiences with organic farming, but also heavy reading and long conversations about the animal agriculture industry, overcoming the stigma of zealous PETA types that repelled me from a plant based diet for too long, and the need to moderate body weight with alternative diets. dating a vegan helps too.

i've never been to an actual ice lake or had a preternatural fear of drowning/being trapped under ice.  maybe it isn't worth analyzing too deeply. all nightmares are essentially just manifestations of real life anxiety. or sometimes they're just the side effects of eating a bad burrito

[Unless]

Have any of ye been watching the new season of Red Dwarf? I think it's the latest season I was watching yesterday. It was season 11. Anyway, very minor spoiler here:
[spoiler]At some point in his early childhood, Lister sells the rights to his DNA to a company for $100 and half a pack of fags. They can bio-print him at will for whatever purpose they require.[/spoiler]I watched that episode last night and can only assume that this dream was in part inspired by that.


There was a partly shy but certainly awkward girl that had been home-schooled for four years, and this guy (who looked suspiciously like Alfie Allen) with whom she fell in love or something. It was awkward and slow but it seemed to be going well.
The two of them had special steampunk-styled glasses through which they could see that certain people were zombies in disguise, and the couple (with a slight stretching of the word here) were secret zombie hunters. Perhaps the girl had introduced the boy to the world of zombie-hunting? It's very hazy now, but I remember it being fun.
At some point the zombie scourge had been dealt with, presumably. After doing so, looking at the world through the glasses only depicted all the structures and trees close to them being destroyed as they approached - it also allowed for them to walk through the places these walls had been prior (though they were still there IRL?). There were also still plenty of zombies to be seen through the glasses, but they weren't actually there once the glasses were taken off.
The two were having a new year's celebration of some sort, and though many guests showing up and passing through, the two made sure to scan each one as they arrived to ensure they weren't zombies. One woman seemed to have a suspicious-seeming dog, and so Alfie, whose position I had taken over at this point, followed her only to find she was some sort of undercover cop who had stolen a wedding ring from me under the assumption that it was stolen. The dog was in fact fine, and just happened to have a red patch of fur. I think I was going to propose to the girl from school. It's unclear. in any case, I killed the woman and her dog and took the ring back, and explained to the school girl that it was because she had been a zombie, which was actually a believable reason because they had come back again, though couldn't be seen at all without the glasses.
The school girl's father knocked on the door to the house and saw me with a bloodied baseball bat I straight-up told him about zombies, because it's entirely possible the whole world would need to become aware now in order to not die.

And then... there was a time-skip. Eh. I remember this being exciting but it's all a bit muddled.

Alfie, through whose POV I was no longer experiencing the dream, had died was being created en masse on an assembly line. Many had to be created in order to find one that was just right, as bio-print was a tricky task. He knew of it on some level, that there were many other versions of him being created. When he was made properly (whether he was organic or not, I'm not sure) to schoolgirl's specifications, he was informed that because he was built for her, he'd have a switch on his back which she could activate at any time to destroy him. He also had to go with somebody who worked in the factory to collect some spare parts to finish the creation of his body. They went out back to what looked like a scrapyard and saw many Alfies on an assembly line, some even fully made and functional but having been created too late, rolling down into some of those spiky rotary crusher things and screaming as they were processed, though whether from fear or pain was unclear. Some made a point to beg with or glare at the factory worker before they went, and some were capable of ignoring the pain or simply didn't feel it, flipping the worker off as they were destroyed; a last defiant gesture to a fucking hostile world.
The factory worked grabbed something from what lay beneath and ungraded Allie with the piece. Allie was introduced to the girl from school and she was sceptical at first and he was nervous and disturbed and terrified, and then made a faux pas by saying, completely out of character and for no apparent good reason, "At least one good thing came out of [the previous me]'s pathetic little life — me."
She then walked away in distress and minor disgust.

This struck a resounding WTF chord with me, apparently so loudly that I woke up.

Dating a vegan helps too.

Not to detract from the other things, but dating a vegan is probably one of the biggest reasons people are good at being vegan. You know, just like Samuel L. Jackson almost almost said that one time.

In any case, working on organic agriculture has had almost the opposite impact on me. Seeing how dependant fruit and vegetable products are on animal products has left me rather despondent.

all nightmares are essentially just manifestations of real life anxiety. or sometimes they're just the side effects of eating a bad burrito

I like the latter because though most dreams seem to be based at least loosely on things you're already experienced and are on your mind, you can at least blame the fact that they've developed into nightmares on the [burrito], and otherwise appreciate the exotic dream for what it has been.

[Yvonne]

The dream thread. Cool.

I would like to dream of opening up a cookbook in a library where no one knows my name, and I get to ask a patron their log in identity so I can print out a picture of doughnuts. And give them change for the print job. And then snack on an apple while reading the cookbook in the further recesses of the library with my shoes off and sitting cross-legged in socks on a couch thing.

Then meet the love of my life and then die from a headshot from Widowmaker waking me up to my alarm clock.

PLAY OF THE GAME

I am sure I used a word wrong somewhere.

[Unless]

That's completely outlandish and ridiculous, what sort of library lets you take your shoes off and put up your feet?

[Unless]

Furthermore I'm wondering if the bullet did that slow-motion cinematic thing before you were shot.



The beginning of this morning's dream is pretty fuzzy. I and three others were staying in a house together, moving supplies and packages we just signed for, for the landlord. He was a jeweller, and we discovered he was getting stolen jewellery and diamonds sent his way to turn into different jewellery to sell cheap. I think somebody had a problem with that but I didn't really have enough of a problem to rock the boat, considering I was still living in his house. A blue jewel had fallen out of one of the packages and we weren't sure which one it had fallen out of, so it was some trouble because the landlord would be aware that we knew.
At some point we were also making sandwiches galore in preparation for an incoming black-out, but ran into problems creating these sandwiches because there was a blackout and somehow it came as a surprise to everybody.
When the landlord came back, he was my secret grandfather, and we tried to please him with sandwiches to detract from the fact that we fucked up his shipments a little bit. Things went rather south though, and we had to make a run for it. At that point I wasn't sure what had become of the blue jewel because I remembered pocketing it but couldn't find it in any of my pockets.

We were travelling on a space adventure as part of our escape, and taking copious amounts of phone calls... for some reason. At this point, I was a little robot akin to a Portal 2 core, though my associates didn't trust me and removed the little rockets I had attached to me so that I couldn't move about of my own accord. We got a phone call from one alien that spoke in perfect English, but went through the conversation backwards, and it was pretty confusing. It started off accusing us of correcting it when we hadn't, and at the end we realised that it had simultaneously been on the phone and had different conversations with three out of five of us. It was clear it wasn't happy with us, but considering we were on the run already it didn't really change our plans. It was pretty confusing, but at the end of the conversation the whole interaction made sense, and I only wish now I could remember more about how it went and if any of the finer details weren't just literal nonsense.
I was getting annoyed at always being lugged around under this one guy's arm and put down on surfaces and stuff, and was making a point of complaining about how these folks had removed my rockets. Every now and then when we'd come to a sudden stop, I'd float out through the window into space, and though the crew were quick to recover me, they were getting increasingly annoyed at me that I was giving away our cover by leaving the ship (which was quite frustrating seeing as it was their fault I couldn't control my movement in the first place).

Eventually we stopped at some sort of robot upgrade shop and I took this as a sign that I was going to get my rockets back and be able to move, but it became apparent that folks were just dumping me off to continue without me. I pleaded with them as they were leaving, saying I was sorry, I wouldn't complain, anything, but to no avail. I was brought into a room with some tech dudes who claimed I'd spend the next X years in some storage room until they found a use for me. Before I went, they temporarily put me into human body and gave me a slight bit of water, which doesn't sound that bad when I type it out, but at the time seemed mainly to be a cruel act as if to show what I would be missing out on. They kept knocking my hands down whenever I tried to take any.
I was put back into my robot ball body and moved into the storage room. Over a lot of time, I began talking with one of the workers who turned out to be some sort of sadistic nymphomaniac, and after building up some level of trust, she'd put me in a body temporarily every now and then to have sex with and cut me (with a fucking katana). It was pretty weird because not only did I have a different body each time, but also we'd both switch bodies multiple times and rapidly during our sessions when we made contact. I think that was just something I was able to do since going into a body that wasn't mine. One of the days, she trusted me with the sword presumably because she was an idiot, and I cut her throat and then stabbed her through her eye socket and out the back of her head.
I looked at myself in a mirror as I cleaned the blood off the sword and it looked pretty cool, like a trope ripped straight out of a bad winter 2017 anime. My body was really shaky and malnourished, but the plan was to kill my way out of this station, then find and kill the peeps who left me here to rot.

Aaaand then I woke up.