Can this still be real or just some crazy dream?

[Brigantium]

Just browsed the furniture and toys sections. The toys section has seriously declined over the years - only half a floor, the other half is designer label childrenswear

 

[Saapanael]

I had a fever dream - that is, a wild collection of bizarre little stories that randomly went from one to the next - which makes sense because I am a little bit feverish, anxious etc. right now. Among the strange little dreams was an especially disgusting one, that I advise you don’t open the spoilers to read.

Spoiler

There are these things called gore sites on the web, that have videos of dead/dying people. I haven’t visited these sites in years but I’ve seen more such videos in the past than I would have liked to. It’s either the influence of war photography or a deep part of my brain is holding on to these images, because in my dream I was surfing the web and gore sites kept popping up with videos of dead mangled men whose dogs were licking up their remains. I closed the tabs but more of them kept appearing. And then I was suddenly in the woods near my home. It was a nice summer day and I overheard a woodcutter talking to his dog. He was felling a tree and lost his balance, just as the tree was falling down. I think the tree didn’t fall right on top of the woodcutter, rather next to him and then slowly rolled him over. I heard the man screaming in a high-pitched voice, and remembered a line I had once read about videos of dying people: “Their voice is the worst part, worse than the image.”

 

[Saapanael]

A strange thing happened yesterday. The night before last I had a dream involving trains. Trains have been a frequent motive in my dreams but I hadn’t had one in a while. One of them was driven by Keanu Reeves. Yesterday morning, as I was rushing to work, I ran in front of a moving train, uncomfortably close to be honest. Not quite “half a second and I’d be dead” but still too close, because these situations must feel crap for the drivers. I did it to catch my train which was going in the other direction at the same stop.

Last night I saw a collection of random stuff. There were paragliders coming down from the sky, while there was a massive car-shaped cloud above them, which I was trying to take photos of with my phone. I took a hundred photos but when I wanted to look at them later, my gallery was empty. Then I saw different old horror movies, one about a killer spider, another one I don’t recall. I’ve always appreciated the coziness of low-budget horror movies but somehow these were too boring even for me to watch. And then I woke up at some hotel room and my forehead was full of weird acne-like stuff, but full of pus. Really disgusting. And then I woke up for real.

 

[____no5]

Wow, that sounds like quite an intense and vivid dream! It's interesting how you were both a participant in the horror movie and a spectator who knew what was going to happen next. The setting of the luxurious mansion adds an eerie and unsettling vibe to the dream.

One of forum's richest persons, even if he may not be fully aware of his wealth!

I dreamt that I was in the company of youngsters in a strange, foreign place. Recent high school graduates, I would assume, but I’m not sure. Among them was a young woman who I fell in love with at first sight. I was ready to be neglected by her but she stuck around and we walked along that unfamiliar place together. To her, though, it was familiar as she was showing the way. She was the embodiment of a perfectly beautiful person. All I remember about her appearance is that she was Slavic, maybe Ukrainian, had black hair and a rather tall, slim figure. We came to a grassy area with a steep slope down into water. She slid down the muddy slope - plop! - into the water and urged me to do the same. A little afraid, I sat on the ground, pushed myself down, closed my eyes and…I kept sliding and sliding but never reached the water, and that’s where the dream ended.

^Man, subconscious is an Ocean and you seem to be an Ocean of subconscious.

 

[Saapanael]

Although very articulate, I believe FreddieCain is a bot.

 

[LooseCannon]

Although very articulate, I believe FreddieCain is a bot.

Yeah, they snuck a link into a ChatGPT thing in there. He's been removed.

 

[____no5]

Kind of scary. Bots wanting to participate in human discussions even deceiving some of us. Humans failing to qualify in captcha "prove that you are a human" tests. Humans on defence of AI accusing other humans of speciesism.

50 years from now Politically Correctness and Inclusivity could be extended to robots.

 

[LooseCannon]

Well, no, someone created the bot. It wasn't doing it on its own. Someone directed it to sign up for forums and attempt to interact.

 

[____no5]

Sure, but the bot signed up and interacted in an automatic way. Also it chose the thread to interact and who knows why it specifically chose that thread. And it would harvest whatever info intended to harvest and feed it back again in an automatic way. Still scary.

And this is a very premature phase of AI. If Larry Page called Musk "speciest" a few years ago, the inclusivity towards bots 50 years from now is not exactly science fiction. And there are signs; people marrying holograms and all sorts of weird behaviours.

 

[Shmoolikipod]

Tonight my brain decided that my father's name is actually Aal, born in Oman, and he was the the drummer for Ethnix in the 80's, the 14th of the 34 they had. He left because of bone health issues, same reason as most of their drummers (better than spontaneous combustion I guess ).

 

[Eddie620]

Early this morning, close to time to get up, I had a feeling that my old dog Franny was in bed with me walking around as if to get me up. It was very tactile, I could feel her moving between my arms though I was still half asleep. I used to tell her, "The pack is forever Franny, the pack is forever."

 

[Saapanael]

I had a couple of really deep psychological dreams during military training but didn’t write them down right away so I don’t remember them anymore. You know, fresh air and staying sober really makes dreams so much more vivid. But then again, daily life makes sobriety a very tough challenge.

 

[Saapanael]

I had a wicked dream. I was in the military once again and our leader (who reminded me of a lieutenant I had as a conscript but an even more badass version of him) decided to demonstrate a new type of missile to us. You know Striders from Half-Life 2, those long-legged alien creatures? A machine similar to those, but not quite as tall, started walking out of a garage and the leader commanded it to fire. We followed the red projectile moving clearly in the night, low above the ground, avoiding enemy missiles that tried to destroy ours with awesome ease. When it finally hit, thr explosion was similar to that of a nuclear bomb. We felt shockwave after shockwave, somewhere a house exploded. Somebody asked about the range of the impact and the leader answered: “If you’re 100 km away from it, you should be able to keep standing.”

Then there was a whole weird-ass Simpsons episode that I was part of but don’t remember much of it.