This post was inspired by a dream misadventure I had the other night where I was just minding my own business getting gophers out of the rice field, then suddenly on the intercom/announcements (which I did not expect to have in my dream, since I was outside, not in a building), a voice said “attention, this is a representative of the fediverse speaking… going into effect today, dreamland itself, err, everyone’s dreams, are now a part of the fediverse; that is all, happy floating on cloud nine” and then suddenly a bunch of Stalingrad ninjas popped out of nowhere and ambushed me (yeah, how would you react if that’s the case). So I guess I’m not even safe from everyone in my sleep.
I dreamt I played a new Borderlands game last night.
- Larger open world
- Emphasis on scavenging
- Returned to the more mature original game
- Even though I was a low level, I kept finding legendary guns
- I found myself in a loop of: go somewhere, kill people, turn in quest
- You could craft guns and vehicles from scrap
This morning I awoke with the following idea for a campaign issue:
People over the age of 65 who can should retire to create opportunities for the generations that followed them.
I had a dream with a neighbourhood that doesn’t exist.
In the dream I know how to reach it - you need to go on a certain direction without crossing the main street, except that it’s literally impossible to do so IRL.
The neighbourhood is poor and dilapidated; we call it a “vila” here in my city. And yet it’s safe enough to let me walk through that neighbourhood for a shortcut. There’s no house yards there, or streets, just a bunch of houses built at random.,
The weirdest part? It was the third time that I dreamt with this neighbourhood.
i was opening a bunch of mail and one envelope had a check for $413k.
That I couldn’t boot up my laptop. I’m yet to try turning it on. I think I need a nap first
Most of my dreams go like this…
https://youtu.be/9gocPZA0HLA?si=TZ6WtchdqMVg3cKFI dreamt that I was traveling in Germany and didn’t want to be called out as American, so the dream switched to Spanish (my second language). My brain did try Mandarin and Japanese but it was probably too resource intensive for a dream.
Having never been to Europe, “Germany” looked a lot more like Mexico than anything.
I can’t remember the last one, so I’ll tell the one before.
I think I had activated some really primal stuff. You know how so many animals cuddle in a bunch, often in entire groups, to keep warm and sleep together? Yeah, I was basically just lying down, with members from my family, on top of my father’s rhythmically raising-falling belly, right on the edge of falling asleep (within my dream).
It was heaven. The most peaceful I have felt in a looong time. Despite us humans being boney animals (by default), it just felt so soft and comfy. I think it must have been some leftover from ancient hominid (?) life.
