So, as of about a week ago or possibly a little more, or what certainly at least feels like a lot more, I've been dreaming rather vividly and every night. I wake up a lot and when I get back to sleep, often the dreams seem to continue from where they'd left off beforehand, which is something I usen't ever be able to do whether I wanted or not. I've been getting up in the mornings not feeling sleepy and deprived, but certainly tired. Every night has been an entire ordeal and just seems to last an awfully long time.
So I suppose I'll start this off with the questions you're all expecting — do you dream often? What do you dream about? Are you one of those people that likes to pretend they have nightmares every night because it makes you cool? Do you even dream at all any more? Are you one of those annoying people who likes to claim that we dream every night but just don't remember it, even though that's only something they heard once from another student in school, never once deciding to fact-check?
Though, now on to the main reason behind my creating this thread. Do you ever dream up ideas?
The most frequent example I can think of in my case is music, often I'll wake up with a tune in my head that I've come up with in my sleep. I mull it over in my head when I do, and depending on my level of consciousness, if I think it's good enough, I'll either try to figure it out on guitar there and then so that it's easier to remember (usually it's only a short, neat riff) or I'll hum something in a groggy voice into my iPod's voice recorder and possibly be even able to make out a few notes when I listen to it later.
Another example about which I'm thinking is in character interactions, regardless of how or why it played out in the dream, that would likely fit into a written story of some sort. When I was partaking in a multi-author project about characters with superpowers (and was thinking about it a lot, consequently in that mindframe), I dreamed up an interesting interaction between a shape-shifter and a social cloaker (http://powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Social_Cloaking)† that blew my mind in the dream‡, and I was pleased to find that when I woke up, it remained an awesome thing.
Last night, I dreamt my sister was delivering an early draft of a play she was creating, a black comedy, and there was a humerus interaction between a main character and villain. Oh, how it made us all laugh at how inventive and creative my sister was, and what an original and hilarious script she had written‡.
I'm afraid I'm not posting either scenario onto the forums because one requires context and the other is all about presentation, but perhaps you'll just take my word on this.
Since waking, I've gone through it a number of times in my head, and the interaction is still fucking hilarious. It also makes me happy to know for a fact that if somebody with an outsider's perspective had the same valued as I, they would value highly my original joke, which I can tell because this is the scenario in which I was introduced to my own joke. How odd. Yes, yes, I sure do crack myself up. I'll ask my sister when I meet her next week if she had any notable or funny dreams the week prior so as to make sure I can lay claim to it, lest we have shared the dream.
Has anybody else ever shared a dream with anybody? I read once somewhere on the internet that it's a semi-common phenomenon between [identical] twins, so it must be true. I know that I and my sister shared a dream one night when we were both much younger, both sleeping in the same house, about our cat being torn in half. Unless she was just a convincing liar. I mean, she was, but usually there was a reason behind it when she did. She liked to manipulate people into doing things for her — I was the one who liked to spin stories just to see if they could stick. (No, not about people or in school or anything like that. Fuck those people.)
†: This has been an outright fabrication. I mean, the pretense to this scenario. I lied slightly to protect my work because I'm particularly paranoid about this project, second-to-one, for reasons I can't quite pin down considering nobody's touched the thing in years. The general idea still comes across, though.
‡: It baffles me that this is a thing. Does anybody else often get surprised in their dreams (relative to how often the dream (and/or remember their dreams, if you're an insistent asshole))? How the hell does that even work?
Well, I suppose I've droned on long enough; I'd better post this before the internet cuts out.
I dream remember some of my dreams every other night on average.
My dreams are now either fantastic escapism or an explicit mine for ideas. Pretty much every dream I have, I can use to supplement something I'm currently working on, if not as a base for a new project altogether. I too dream up music, sometimes entire songs, but i have no skill with instruments, so I usually just replay the tune again and again in my mind when I'm trying to wake up and gather the energy to get out of bed. And then I forget it forever.
I also never have nightmares, and a few of my dreams are explicitly the opposite; encouraging and uplifting, and I feel really damn good after them.
I think media has strongly shaped how I dream. They're often in unreal visual formats, like anime and weird sketchy pencil cartoon stuff, and are almost never about me as a person. Sometimes I worry that consequences will never be the same because of this, but it's just dreams.
Also yooooo that social cloaker concept is dead relevant to a project I've been figuring out, thanks for including that!
Don't we have a dream thread on page 4 or something. (http://www.thebackalleys.com/forum/general/your-worst-nightmare-13331/)
Oh well.
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Quote from: soap on September 17, 2015 07:32 AM
Don't we have a dream thread on page 4 or something. (http://www.thebackalleys.com/forum/general/your-worst-nightmare-13331/)
Oh dear. Well, I suppose this is yet another boring dream thread. Oh boy.
I wouldn't have considered this a [nytemarish] topic in any case. The closest thing I've had to a nightmare over the past week was in a long and arduous night and extended dream where at one point there was a series of unnatural disasters à la Jumanji, and there was at one point a stampede of make-shift Unicorns that ran like Crabs, as they consisted of the back halves of two Horses badly grafted together, with a neck extending low from the middle and with horns extending both from their forehead and snout, both above and below. They were horrifying and fantastic and probably at least slightly inspired by the
Fleshmad Steed (http://gatherer.wizards.com/Pages/Card/Details.aspx?multiverseid=373528), as I've been madly into Magic lately. I wouldn't have called it a nightmare though, because it ceased bothering me the moment I awoke, and instead only fascinated me. That's the type of creature I generally only think up whilst awake when I let my imagination fly whilst I close and put pressure on my eyes to see the funky colours in exactly the way my parents always told me to not.
I find sometimes that I tend to shift perspectives in dreams between people, and this just makes the whole thing a little more surreal anyway.
Quote from: valiums on September 17, 2015 06:48 AM
I dream remember some of my dreams every other night on average.
I'll have you know I shook my fist disdainfully at the screen just then.
Quote from: valiums on September 17, 2015 06:48 AM
I too dream up music, sometimes entire songs, but i have no skill with instruments, so I usually just replay the tune again and again in my mind when I'm trying to wake up and gather the energy to get out of bed. And then I forget it forever.
That's very upsetting.
Quote from: valiums on September 17, 2015 06:48 AM
I also never have nightmares, and a few of my dreams are explicitly the opposite; encouraging and uplifting, and I feel really damn good after them.
That's very pleasing.
Quote from: valiums on September 17, 2015 06:48 AM
Also yooooo that social cloaker concept is dead relevant to a project I've been figuring out, thanks for including that!
Glad, as always, to oblige my friends and neighbours.
i come up with ideas for stuff when i'm awake. my dreams are horribly mundane. at least compared to everyone else. either that or people come up with extravagant lies about their dreams
For a good chunk of my life I never really remembered any dreams I had. Maybe a few a year at most. That's changed though in the past 14 months or so however. I too can often wake up, fall back asleep, and continue a dream. But most of the time it's a dream I don't want to continue, something stressful or anxiety provoking I guess, even if said dream has a completely ridiculous premise.
I've had a few dreams that have resulted in game ideas for projects I'd like to make one day. I've never actually made one that resulted from a dream, but I wrote some notes down. I've only had 2 or 3 of those ever though.
Sometimes I have dreams that just put me in this weird emotional state, sometimes it persists as long as the entire next day (or two). Also rare though.
no but i had shitty dreams of that one girl falling in love with me like i did with her probably because i thought about her a lot
shes my fiancee now but they were far from prophetic and unforeseeable wow since we already spent like 9 hours a day with each other back then
Quote from: stusader on September 28, 2015 04:33 AM
i guess i just feel a lot of inner experience and interpretation about what dreams were and represent are generally radically different so it's pretty hard to ever talk about openly without feeling you're giving away something personal and vulnerable
Yeah, this.
Quote from: stusader on September 28, 2015 04:33 AM
i left this on for a long time
Why not do it again?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DCbDVSwr_E4 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DCbDVSwr_E4)
I will return to this thread in a bit
Read Bam's story
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wA_S8TlLu0 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wA_S8TlLu0)
I read an article a few years ago that Scientists are able to record the brain's visualizations as really low res video. Maybe in 30 years we'll have DreamTube.
I speculate that different sorts of brains might interpret the same things very differently. For example, it'd be really interesting to see if the way you see orange is the way I see purple — and to what degrees people only think colours match because they were taught to think so, where in actual fact my green and blue do go great together and fuck you, mom.
Maybe... maybe 2 + 2 is yellow.
Quote from: Unless on March 3, 2016 05:10 PM
For example, it'd be really interesting to see if the way you see orange is the way I see purple
Really? What do you find interesting about it?
I've always found color qualia to be one of the less interesting philosophical problems, like solipsism, but I'm open to new interpretations.
Well, mainly this:
Quote from: Unless on March 3, 2016 05:10 PM
... to what degrees people only think colours match because they were taught to think so, where in actual fact my green and blue do go great together.
I just find it funny how much people repeatedly, consistently get surprised by the notion that things they find innately 'normal' aren't innate at and after all.
But I agree that it's not one of the most grand and intriguing mysteries. It's just exciting to think about because this would mean we could actually be on the verge of uncovering it.
Last night I had a dream that Unless and I went on a seaside adventure. All our favorite animals were there in some form. Towards the end she abandoned me to chase a black cat into the hazy moonlit night.
Why did you do it Unless? Why did you leave me all alone under that emerald ocean sky?
It's a metaphor. I think you're great but will always prefer pussy.
Satisfactory.
Quote from: Unless on March 4, 2016 07:05 PM
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.
ICE COLD
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Quote from: Unless on March 4, 2016 07:05 PM
It's a metaphor. I think you're great but will always prefer pussy.
you'd rather fuck a cat than bamyasi? thats harsh
Quote from: Unless on March 4, 2016 08:05 PM
Harsh, but fair.
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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.
wait, tell me more about this organic gardening class
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.
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.
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.
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??
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?
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
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.
Quote from: Philip K Dick on December 25, 2016 11:34 PM
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.
Quote from: Philip K Dick on December 25, 2016 11:34 PM
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.
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.
That's completely outlandish and ridiculous, what sort of library lets you take your shoes off and put up your feet?
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 (http://i1.theportalwiki.net/img/5/52/AdventureCore.png), 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.