[Contentful] ITT we write down our dreams. [Serialization] [Thoughts] (598)

1 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6700 20:39

In the beginning I am running in the forest naked as fast as I can, as if I'm escaping from something. I encounter big swarms of aggressive bees recklessly stinging me on the road but it doesn't stop me. Then I get to a branch and realize that all but one of the stings were actually nails. Strangely, those nails are actually reversed, pointing up with the head inside my skin.
Suddenly, an empty cinema room. I'm standing there, examining the only one of those stings that isn't a nail, and vomitting on it in order to neutralize the poison. The nails are expulsed out of my skin, the scars and the vomit disappear, I take a seat, and people start getting inside the room.
The film starts, and I know even before its beginning it's a sequel to a show I really like (Kaamelott). But that film is fucking terrible, and the only scene I remember is some guy running ejecting nails out of his skin.
Suddenly, I'm in a medieval Europe-styled market next to the forest and a railroad. Someone is with me and goes on the railroad. I tell that person what ey's doing is dangerous and ey comes back. I look at an arcade game in the market and decide to play it. The screen shows a cylindric tower slightly to the left in front of a blue sky with a few clouds, and there are ghosts with their tongues out represented exactly by the same sprite as in the Touhou games for PC-98.
And then I wake up.

549 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10325 12:50

Dream with a few segments Dec. 7th 2021
1: home Depot parking lot had some kind of deal outside for their canopies. Got dropped off and used a wheelchair. Two random people approached me out of the crowd, woman and a man, who tagged along for some reason.
2. Instead of going inside it transitions to me as a small sail ship, woman remains the same and dude is a kid. I had some kind work deal set up with her but apparently I was always cheating her out of chicken strips at dinner as the kid pointed out to her she for a little mad before scene change.
3: I get back into the wheelchair but it's electric. The ship stops on an island, I do some kind of race in the wheelchair that ends with me parachuting into some party on the island.
4. The descent seems to slow down and I land in front of these two underage looking girls in skimpy party clothes. The redhead said "Oh my God that's how we met?" While smiling at me before looking somewhere else into the party. Nobody else seems to be looking in my direction. I felt a bit disappointed because they clearly look underage and I don't want to be seen giving my contact information to them. I turn to talk to the blond but she doesn't seem to say anything. I somehow get a website url (forgot the name but one popped into my head) that has a dirt bike island theme. The blond is posting there and three of them are pictures of her pussy with a soda can up there, one with a clit close-up. One of them was titled "My Pit". Then look away from the site and I was talking to the blonde and I woke up.

550 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10333 09:39

This was a really bad one.

I met a dog with crust and slime in his eyes. I found a garden hose and washed off the slime. I think it was an English bulldog. The dog's face peeled off. I euthanized him with my gun. I felt bad. I really love dogs and don't want to see bad things happen to them.

551 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10352 00:00

>>549

>I had some kind work deal set up with her but apparently I was always cheating her out of chicken strips at dinner as the kid pointed out to her she for a little mad before scene change.

I had some kind of work deal set up with her but apparently I was always cheating her out of chicken strips at dinner as the kid pointed out to her. She was a little mad before scene change.

FTFY

>somehow get a website url (forgot the name but one popped into my head) that has a dirt bike island theme
>The blond is posting there and three of them are pictures of her pussy with a soda can up there, one with a clit close-up. One of them was titled "My Pit".

Fuken saved. Reminds me of that "Rick and Morty" episode where Rick made an entity from a dream a real-life entity or object.

Also I had this dream where I was trying to do some calculation via a calculator and I knew which numbers I wanted to enter, but every time but the last time I pressed the correct buttons the wrong numbers showed up. Specific numbers, letters, and words really don't show up well in dreams. Maybe me thinking of that fact caused the sorta meta dream experience with the calculator.

vc: teatch

552 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10364 11:52

I don't remember any details, but the gist of it was that Breaking Bad and Higurashi took place in the same universe.

553 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10382 08:21

I was reading a book about WWII from the German perspective. I only got as far as the introductory chapter, which consisted of several timelines of concurrent events, and a series of maps showing territorial gains/losses over the course of the war. The only big difference was that there were somehow major German insurrections in America, which were slowly being curtailed into major strongholds (in the Midwest and in New Jersey and Oregon for some reason).

554 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10452 17:55

I dreamt that someone answered my questions. The answers implied that "LazyTown" originally aired in the 1980s (or maybe, but less likely, the early 1990s). He described it as a musical "drepanation" [with a girl who has pink hair]. "Drepanation" is not a word, yet?

https://vid.puffyan.us/watch?v=g8iZ0HlzgUc [LazyTown BING BANG multilingual Lazy Town TV series - HD (1280x720)] - my favorite version is the English version (for obvious reasons) and the German version. How about you? Maybe if there was a Japanese version I would like it, but maybe I wouldn't.

Bing bang digabriga dong.

555 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10452 18:07

>>554
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dubbing_(filmmaking)
"LazyTown, an Icelandic TV show originally broadcast in English, was dubbed into Icelandic, amongst thirty-two other languages." [citation needed]

556 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10453 00:56

I dreamed that Byakuren Hijiri served me and my internet friends "kuso miso soup"

557 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10508 22:25

I was driving around a rural town in flyover country and learning all about the local population's disdain for the healthcare system due to 2-3 cases of newborn children with severe birth defects being experimented on and handed back to their parents in small pieces.

558 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10546 13:38

I found out some sort of "zen hockey" was a non-athletic sport played indoors in a tatami room. Players wore aikido uniforms and made all moves sitting in seiza. The puck was a flat piece of iron and pushed around as not to damage the floor.

A lot of this didn't make sense but anyways I was a referee.

559 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10546 16:10

Bonus moment earlier that night: some nerd was complaining about new models in games having good posture. As a line of video game soldiers went single-file through a side gate, a guy clearly from WoW three times taller than the rest came in at the end, and he was obviously the general officer of that column. Probably next the nerd would've gushed about it but I woke up and it was too early so I went back to sleep.

560 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10552 19:13

I was a centaur and I met a centauress with greasy blonde hair and sagging breasts. We didn't talk, just rubbed our faces together and ran together.

561 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10552 21:51

I dreamt of the funniest internet post I've ever read, and I laughed so hard I woke up

562 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10581 19:43

I gave a part of my soul to a crocodile goddess, so she would purify it. She gave me a ring in return.

563 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10587 11:35

The gist of it was that our solar systems was merged with another one, and the extra sun immediately raised global temperatures and flipped the climate change debate on its head. There was at least one new habitable planet, and its potential colonization kickstarted a new space race between USA and Russia/China.

564 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10604 20:16

I was on a cruise with my parents, and there was some kind of spooky incident. Some government CIA-like guys in suits and sunglasses were there talking to people about it, when I realized they were using some kind of device to erase people's memories of the event and I hid. After a series of chases and misdirections I managed to escape again, and I was back on land. I met a Buddhist nun, she claimed to be privy to the same secret knowledge and wanted me to go public about it with her. It was definitely something world-shattering that would have upended society as we know it. She wore no makeup, had a shaved head, and wore a modest bhikkuni's robe that concealed her figure; even so she was clearly beautiful, not in an erotic way, but with the same Madonna-like glow as a mother holding her newborn for the first time. I felt compelled to trust her and to ascribe saintlike qualities to her....

We arrived at a place she said was safe. We would hide here for now, we had been having run-ins with government agents all the while. I sat down on a conveniently placed bed. "You must be exhausted, here: hold out your hands,"she said with a warm smile, while extending her own hands towards me, palm-up. I did as she said and she took each of my hands in one of her own and started doing some sort of Reiki hand massage. I felt my whole body relax and get warm and heavy, and my eyes start to close. Suddenly, the sound of a by now familiar device... I opened my eyes and looked into hers. For just a moment, she clamped down on my hands painfully, with a strength that seemed inhuman for such a tiny woman, a member of a pacifist sect. But she saw that I still didn't tense up, and had no intention of trying to fight. She relaxed her grip, but didn't let go of my hands. I looked into her eyes once more.

"Miss <?>. Do it. I"m tired of running. Let me forget what I need to forget, just don't let me forget you."

She smiled, full of unfeigned warmth. It was as if I was looking into the shining, ever-benevolent visage of the World-Honored One himself.

"Don't worry. In a few moments you'll wake up warm in your bed. This will all have been nothing but a curious dream.... but you'll remember everything, except for my name, and the <?>".

A final flash of light, and I was in my bed...

vc: to

565 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10605 17:28

I caught the rona and had a fever dream about vegeta fighting various people in a big ass shopping mall in an epic battle, the dream lasted several hours in real time because the fever was keeping me in a nauseated and utterly exhausted half-awake state and i felt like absolute shit the next morning, 10/10 would never do again.

566 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10606 09:02

I was at a hotel because my car ran out of gas on the highway and I had to walk to the nearest town and it was already dark by the time I got there. When I was about to go to sleep, Aunn Komano called my cell phone in a tizzy to try and tell me that there was some kind of problem, but she was trying to speak English and kept stumbling over the words so I told her to just speak Japanese, we didn't have time and my phone battery was dying. Then she told me that Reimu was missing and the shrine was mecchakucha da.

567 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10618 16:59

I had a dream but most of it was unremarkable. Most interesting part was that this forest/swamp area was home to an outpost branch of a superhero type organization. Some stuff happened where there was a flooded spot that caused some people to be marooned while surrounded by crocodiles which wouldn't leave the water. Somehow there was a portal on the island that connected to a regular city. One of the people marooned found a purple leather hat, flat topped, wider at the top than the brim at the bottom with some fancy art on the sides -- additionally it had a sword hilt through the top and was called the hat of life. For some reason the dream had a third party faction of pirates or something? Anyhow the sword was removed and the hat was given to Bill Murray through the portal -- but he was just a regular dude and I guess nobody thought to leave the flooded island? Anyways he came back after discovering that the Hat of Life could produce an infinite length of sausage/baloney roll through the slit where the sword was in the hat.

568 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10624 23:35

Mom bought useless/sketchy supplements for me (as she does) and I notice the jar on the bottom of the stack is labeled "onion des onions", which is a condiment specifically meant to make your breath smell bad.

569 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10625 15:46

I had a dream that I had friends and that girls liked me.

570 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10642 08:59

Dreamt that so much trash had piled up in my room that I had to use three whole bags to get it out.

571 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10660 20:20

I had a dream about >>572

572 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10685 20:25

Had a dream a couple nights ago about browsing DQN.
In it, a "scientist" had posted to a thread (the topic of which was entirely unrelated to his post) about having run an AI analysis on all textboard posters. His analysis had determined that 1. /prog/ posters are the least VIP 2. Rubik's cubes are incredibly VIP 3. the VIPPEST variant of a Rubik's cube is a 1x1 cube (which is to say, a normal plain cube) with Daddy Cool printed on one of the sides. How does one solve such a cube? Apparently through philosophical contemplation.
I'd be tempted to convert the dream-post into a real post, but I doubt I'd be able to make it as scientifically convincing as the dream post was (it had statistics!).

Also had another dream where I had stolen one of those drivable toy cars toddlers have and was driving around the neighborhood (the layout of the neighborhood conforming with the standard dream-layout of the area, and not the real life layout. Really wonder why certain dream versions of places are so consistent in my dreams). During my epic toddler drive, I ran into my 3rd grade teacher, who questioned my life choices. I then turned down a park path where I ran into a girl "I knew" (which is to say, a fictional dream agglomeration of multiple different people) who I chatted with for a bit. It turned out that she was on her way to meet up with some other girl "I know" (yet another agglomeration of multiple different people), this one cute. We ran into the cute girl, who then immediately confessed her love to me (and gave me a hug!) because I had allegedly described her as a midget hobbit(?) at some point in the past. I then drove the cute girl home in my epic toddler ride.

573 Name: >>571 : 1993-09-10686 11:37

My dream came true!!!!!

574 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10711 11:51

I had a dream where I drifted a US specification Toyota AE86 across Wall Street NYC. I made sure that everybody photographed the parts that are found on the US version.

575 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10743 00:26

I've been having recurring dreams about being involved with my university's fission reactor program, and accidentally having one of the two cores melt down on me (followed by various activities, usually cleaning up radiation and covering up the incident). Last night was the first time the supervisors authorized me to access the control system, allowing me to finally shut down the reactor.

576 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10765 13:01

dreamt, among other things, that I had a detachable double ended penis that still worked that was longer than my forearm + hand.

577 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10781 21:00

I flew into a self harm/murderous rage because I returned to the grocer without my pie ingredients!

578 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10791 14:36

My Euclidean-geometrically-challenged dream brain hallucinated that the "C" in "Cola" in the "Coca-Cola" logo was topologically a hammer and sickle.

(Hate that most of my visual thoughts are warped half-impressions that can't be illustrated... but at least most of them aren't worth a goddamn.)

579 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10793 09:10

Dreamt that I started a document about (retarded e-drama) e-celebrities on my computer, and then a DQN hacked into it and started adding entries on his own, and we flirted using the document.

580 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10872 18:55

Ganondorf, Link, and Zelda are in an office in an ad for TotK. They are having an archery contest and Ganondorf has already gone. Link shoots with perfect form but it's some clunky wooden monstrosity like you can construct in TotK. Zelda is up next and after doing a graceful only-in-fiction spin, does this goof-ass awkward underhand draw at the extent of her arms' range of motion and the video slows down as she makes a retard face.

Ad #2, same setting. Ganondorf uses some magic to duplicate a brown parchment pattern for the background of a full-color strategy guide (for some reason I can tell that the large medieval-style initials in sequence spell out BLOSSOM OF JERUSALEM). Cut to a public park where there are many copies of the guide scattered about as people drop them in disgust, as it appears a raunchy image of Ganondorf is printed on every spread. But the source photo that got mistakenly watermarked on the back side of the magical photocopies was a more innocent one of him displaying plumber's crack while playing sports in the very same park, and I hear him say "oh no!" in embarrassment.

581 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10874 10:01

Had an odd dream recently. A very odd one, normally dreams have some sort of "narrative" to them, some amount of first-person perspective, but this dream was entirely of me "remembering" some facts and seeing visions related to them.

Facts about cucumbers.

Entirely false facts about cucumbers.

I remembered about a process called "jupering," wherein a cucumber is boiled in order to turn the pulp on the inside into a clear jelly. Then, I saw a vision of a cucumber still on a vine being pricked at the bottom, clear jelly pouring out of the puncture and forming into a transparent, jewel-like, shining, dew-like, jelly mini-cucumber hanging off of the base of the original cucumber. This is the goal of jupering, to make it so that your punctured cucumbers can produce miniature jelly cucumbers from their now-jelly-like insides. These jelly cucumbers are fragile and almost liquid, any disturbance makes them fall apart into many shining drops of cucumber fluid. Then I was remembering myself boiling a cucumber and poking it with a knife. A small jelly cucumber reforms from the jelly that leaks out of the now-drained and flabby real cucumber and collapses into clear, slightly greenish fluid. I then saw a vision of a sort of trellis corridor, with walls of cucumber vines growing like grape vines, and a man was steaming the two trellis walls with some sort of steam gun. Thousands of little drops of jelly began to pool out of the surfaces of the cucumbers, forming into little jelly cucumbers that hung off of their now-drained source cucumbers, and they began to fall to the ground, breaking apart as they fell into a rain of thousands of beautifully shining cucumber fluid droplets, scattering on the ground like jewels and quickly dissipating. This is the desired end goal, and I understood then that there is a whole industry of cucumber jupering existing for this one purpose.

Quite possibly the most beautiful dream I've had in recent memory, as odd as that is to say about a nonsense dream about cucumbers.

582 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10887 18:08

I'm wandering through an apartment building that didn't have walls between the apartments, so I keep straying into other people's homes while trying to find my own home I was just in.

583 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10908 18:21

I was a gifted an old computer. It had a cube-like white case with many ports, and the boot splash screen said "Windows 68030".

584 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10918 13:21

I made a post in the cute girls thread. It had something to do with Donald Trump being extremely old, and also Alaskan? I wish I could remember the exact wording so I could make this dream come true.

585 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10957 20:37

"Rapeman" appeared in my dream and announced that he was going to molest me. He took off his clothes, and his skin started glowing alternatingly blue/yellow. I easily thwarted his plan by waking up (ca. 2 am).

586 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10975 19:32

I heard a voice saying "who soils the earth has to lie under it."

587 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10984 22:04

I had a dream wherein I suspected that my ballsack was falling off, so I went to inspect it.
It then detached from my body into my hands.
I panicked for a moment and pressed it back against my crotch trying to reattach it but it would not, so I felt around my crotch checking the area where it had been only to realize that I still had a ballsack.
My ballsack had not detached, it had merely undergone mitosis.

Ever since that dream, for about a week now, I've been having dreams where my detached ballsack makes an appearance.
Almost every night, in almost every dream, at some point along the way I feel a presence in my pockets. I reach in to check, and I find a ballsack, a perfect hairy detached pouch, like a little purse, or some sort of odd animal. And each time I panic again, thinking that my ballsack is gone, it has detached from me, only to remember that no, it hasn't, it has merely undergone mitosis.
At this point I'm not sure if the original scrotal mitosis dream ever actually happened, or if this is a false memory of a dream imposed on me by these recurring "found nutsack" dreams.

In one dream, I was on some sort of elaborate adventure, something sci-fi. And then came the nutsack.
In another dream, I was involved in high finance, I was a banker. And then came the nutsack.
In yet another, I was in high school again. And again, the nutsack.
And each time I wake, I end up remembering nearly nothing about these dreams because all I can remember is finding my duplicated ballsack in my pockets and panicking and remembering "oh yeah, my balls have undergone mitosis."

As much as I want these to end, at least they are an improvement on the old recurring "penis fell off while urinating" dreams I used to have many years ago.

588 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10998 13:58

Dreamt that some new card game and/or video game had become popular worldwide and that the main in-game currency was some sort of African berry.
I then went outside to find thousands of pitch-black giganigger sub-Saharan blackest-possible African laborers lining every single street, picking berries off of African berry trees that had now replaced every single normal tree. The berry industry was so lucrative that every tree by the street and in public parks had been replaced with berry trees so that the Africans could make money by selling the berries to people playing the game, as well as use them in the game themselves (the card/video game was just as popular with primitive African tribes), a sort of insane bleeding-into-real-life version of the Runescape economy.
One of the pitch-black African laborers started giving me a lecture on how the trees are a symbol of colonialism because this distinctly African tree had been brought to the West to make hw*te pipo money because of a card game. A white supervisor monitoring the laborers told me that the berries are completely inedible and useless. This was all happening right on the side of a road, these trees had formerly been ornamental trees. I then noticed that one of the berry trees had a different fruit tree branch grafted on. The African berries sort of looked like deep reddish-purple cranberries, this other fruit was bright magenta, the size of a horse chestnut, and covered in long, thick, soft spikes sort of visually resembling durian spikes (but longer and very soft). The white supervisor told me that the fruit was edible and eaten in Spain, while the pitch-black Africans insisted that it's inedible and that they have plenty in Africa and that they never eat it. Dream me was somehow already aware of its edibility, so I took a bite and it was good, but unfortunately filled with worms so I threw it on the ground.
Then I woke up.

589 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10998 16:38

>>588
Forgot to mention - all the African laborers were naked.

590 Name: ( ・ิω・ิ) : 1993-09-11000 22:31

Had a dream that I found a book called "HeartIgnite" with a cover that made it seem like a shitty romance novel.
It was actually a textbook on applied Fourier analysis, with a focus on applications of Fourier analysis to analyzing heat,
fire, and ignition, as well as biological systems, in particular the cardiovascular system.

In that same dream I was browsing DQN and happened upon a particularly baffling piece of S_JIS art.
Here I have replicated it nearly exactly as I saw it (100000 hours in OrinrinEditor),
in particular the caption is taken word for word from my dream, as I couldn't help but memorize it. Enjoy.

    /\___/ヽ
   /''''''   '''''':::::::\
.   |(●),   、(●)、.:|   This Daddy Cool is physically weak,
  |   ,,ノ(、_, )ヽ、,, .::::|   which is why he holds [up] the girl by her chest instead of her bottom.
.   |   `-=ニ=- ' .:::::::|   However, he is renowned for the excellent taste of his breast milk.
   \  `ニニ´  .:::::/
,,.....イ.ヽヽ、ニ__ ーーノ゙-、      /`´,、 ̄` 、
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   .....\   i|',','| i  l ゙i  、,r' ⊂ニ''ー-ゝ_`ヽ `、゙i |
   .::ぃ:: \ ;|',',/ / : ソゝ=ー` .>‐- ̄`   _  l |
   'ひ   \ //    ::::;,, ̄「 ̄ 丁二_^  - /`
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          |     .::;;;;;; |   |~ヾ-i"⌒iノ
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591 Name: ( ・ิω・ิ) : 1993-09-11000 22:34

>>590
(Also made this version which I find a bit more aesthetically pleasing, but which is less authentic to the dream.)

    /\___/ヽ
   /''''''   '''''':::::::\
.   |(●),   、(●)、.:|   This Daddy Cool is physically weak,
  |   ,,ノ(、_, )ヽ、,, .::::|        which is why he holds [up] the girl by her chest instead of her bottom.
.   |   `-=ニ=- ' .:::::::|  /`´,、 ̄` 、  However, he is renowned for the excellent taste of his breast milk.
   \  `ニニ´  .:::::/  /ノ_Wニレiノニニソ-、
,,.....イ.ヽヽ、ニ__ ーーノ゙- -|| 0  0|.|.h.|lヾ〉
:   |  '; \_____ ノ.| ヽ  |,,,,、゛−゛川´,,l~ .ヽ、
    |  \/゙(__)\,|  i   |.  i |、ハ _=\.l
    >   ヽ. ハ  |   |  ⊂ニ''ー-ゝ_`ヽ `、゙i |
    \    i |,','| .,|  |  >‐- ̄`   _  l |
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   .::ぃ:: \ ;|',',/ /   ,ノ    .`''ー- '
   'ひ   \ //    .7=、_,,-ー|ノ
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What does it mean?? Fuck if I know.

592 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-11114 21:10

I saw the trailer of a musical called "Dies Irae". It was some kind of revenge story. It had metal songs, and all the characters were dressed in black. A woman character started a monologue with "You men are so rotten..." I also checked a paperback book about it, which described the characters, scenes, and themes. I would've watched it.

593 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-11120 20:19

I hallucinated an entire alternate history where my website (now more than 20 years old) actually had been a successful hobbyist project for a time with contributing writers and a forum with occasional posts from all the intervening years that I hadn't even seen somehow. But it was woefully out of date and mediocre now. And yet the people who volunteered content over the years (who seemed to be Internet friends that I no longer remember) wanted to get paid and unionize((?) against me even though I made absolutely nothing from it work and they already had the rights to their stuff.
But mostly, it was not the betrayal that bothered me. It was not being caught up on the forum and responding to legitimate questions people had about the site dying. How had this been going on for years without my notice? My own site's forum, without my participation? Why was this entire new history I hadn't seen conflicting so much with what I knew to be true real life, that my site has never been and will never be what I dreamed of when I started it?
Somewhere in the middle of this, I even noticed all the dreamlike qualities like how all the answers to my inquiries were incomplete, shallow, and absurd with made-up words I can't recall. But I didn't wake up so it kept going.

594 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-11135 10:46

I, for the first time in my life, had a sex dream about a black woman. She was emotionally dependent, socially awkward, and a violent cannibal.
We had public sex in a locker in what was either a university or high school and somehow remained uncaught despite not even remotely fitting inside it. She was maybe only halfway in and I was completely outside the locker. Some men looked our way and somehow failed to notice us.
The black girl was very shy and easily flustered when pressed about her cannibal activities. It was rather cute and I am worried that this has awoken something unwanted inside me.

595 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-11158 01:03

Boarded a ferry on my motorcycle, accidentally dropped it and it started making weird noises. I started disassembling the engine and found that the outer rims of all the valves had seized to the valve seats, and only the inner parts were still attached to the stems. Then I woke up.

596 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-11159 18:40

I had an otherwise unremarkable dream where I was wandering around an office building trying to find my office because that's where my custom homemade Atari 800xl workstation was and I didn't want anyone to take it since the parts are impossible to find these days and I thought "Not this dream again,"as I hooked up an ottoman with an embedded display in it.

When I woke up, I realized I'd never had that dream before.

597 Name: vc: troy : 1993-09-11241 21:08

in which Air France has a tradition of landing on a random spot in the countryside, that the passengers may loot the nearby village's bread

598 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-11253 15:55

the people at my booth table (don't know who) in a restaurant took my steak, threw it on the floor, and insulted the cooks with a string of bizarre reasons
it turns out they had been doing an activism and inserted a spider into the meat because they were trying to poison Joe Rogan. while i consider the best hangry way to punch them in their stupid face-saving faces, I see my brother's shoelace has caught fire (because I can see under the table, as if my head was positioned at table level this entire time) and as it spreads to his sleeve he asks why it is hotter than the sun. he tries shaking it violently, which makes it worse, and I tell him "stop. drop, and roll, idiot" since I can see there's way more space under the table than in real life

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