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J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:I often think all my dreams have a deeper meaning, that my subconscious uses them to send me messages. Recently, I woke up around 5:00 AM and wrote this down from a dream before going back to sleep.<blockquote>Lo Pan tells Emperor Liu Kang that "the people summon what connects to the ungood with Mortal Kombat." I was a Captain America who had been brainwashed by evil Dr. Dre.</blockquote>No deeper meaning found.<a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WhenIDream</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreams" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreams</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreaming" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreaming</a>

J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:There is often music in my dreams. I was never trained in music. I can't play an instrument. I can't read music. I don't know the terminology. Since I have no words, no way to frame it or remember, its often the first thing I forget when I wake up. Sometimes the music is based on real world songs and I try especially hard to remember those. This morning, I was in the basement of a brothel where they were playing a song over the sound system that sounded like TLC's "Ain't Too Proud to Beg" but the lyrics were "Ain't Too Old for Sex". That's the only line I remember. I wondered who their clientele might be.<a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WhenIDream</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreams" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreams</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreaming" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreaming</a>

J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:I had a dream I was living in a castle with family and friends. At one point I started to wake up and then fell back to sleep which led me to realize it was a dream. I started going around warning everybody it was a dream. Some folks didn't believe me and thought I was joking or playing a game. I was doing things like levitating giant rocks like Luke Skywalker and saying, "big fucking deal, I can levitate a fucking rock". I know I force ligthninged the crap out of someone who told me "you'll always be a boy". But the reason I'm tooting this at all is because of the person who had been like my lifelong nanny or something. She'd known me since birth basically. She was lamenting loudly. I know she said, "I have a lifetime of memories! What will happen to them?" And all I could say is, "I don't know." There was someone else who had a new toy that was like a remote controlled car but was a living thing. They were so excited and showing it off and telling me all about it. I was so taken by their innocent joie de vivre, that I only smiled and nodded and decided not to tell them it was all about to end.<a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WhenIDream</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dream</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreaming" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreaming</a>

J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:First paragraph is a short story based on an apocalyptic dream where I was a prophet who could see how people would die or, if relevant, undergo radical, unplanned changes. I know of the coming apocalypse because everybody I saw was either dying soon or being severely altered. I couldn't see my own future, is course.<blockquote>"The artist", as I call him, recognized me within moments while simultaneously mesmerizing and repulsing the crowd with lurid stories borne of too much alcohol, too many mushrooms, and too little sleep combined with exaggerated sadomasochistic occult rituals and the ensuing possessions, hauntings, visitations, and night terrors. He recognized me with not so much as a nod, grin, or wink in my direction, just a gentle stab to the medulla oblongata.</blockquote><a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WhenIDream</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreams" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreams</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreaming" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreaming</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WritersOfMastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritersOfMastodon</a>

J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:Had a dream where I was back in my childhood neighborhood only it had roving evil spirits from the national cemetery across the street who used their ability to see into your soul to discover your darkest secrets and use them to construct the sickest burns and cut downs. That's all they did. Wander around offering devastatingly personalized insults while exchanging ghostly high fives.<a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WhenIDream</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreams" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreams</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreaming" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreaming</a>

J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:I had a dream this morning where I was bitten in between the fingers on my left hand by a rabid pigeon. I grabbed it by the neck so it could be tested. That's not the important part. The disease drove me mad and the next thing I know, I'm sitting next to a bucket of live earthworms (that have been washed, thankfully) and eating them raw, by the handfuls, like a Klingon downing gagh. I could feel their slimy bodies wriggling in my mouth and against my chin. Since I was being so ravenous, I had living bits of worm on my chin and was dripping with their mucousy fluids.Did not care for it. Even in the dream I just seemed kind of resigned to it like: I guess I'm doing this now even though I don't enjoy it.Do pigeons even eat worms?I have never eaten worms IRL, alive or dead. I do not know why my subconscious would do this to me.When I woke up I did commend my brain for coming up with "bitten by rabid pigeon" part, though. That was something new and interesting.<a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WhenIDream</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreams" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreams</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreaming" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreaming</a>

J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:In a dream this morning, I followed a couple of dudes into the wall. I'd checked earlier and nothing was inside of it, but now there was a little dorm sized room with a couch and a mini-fridge and a little TV on the wall. They were surprised that I was able to follow them, surprised that I even saw them in the first place. I was just excited to find other wall walkers who knew about the In Between. It's a boring place, but you can obviously make it your own. The TV was a CRT and I asked why it was so small. I had a feeling this room was a reproduction of a room they'd once shared so it was set in the past. Still, I pushed and pulled the TV into being a older model LCD TV, like a first gen 720p HD TV. That made them nervous and they kept looking at the window to the left of the TV. I didn't open the flimsy curtains because I didn't know what was out there, but a golden light was spilling around the edges and middle. I said they needed blackout curtains and "drew" a new, dark and heavy roll-up curtain on top of the existing ones. They told me about the mystery the resident boogyeman. He's tall and thin and drives around in a bright silver semi-truck like a phantom out of <a href="https://stephenking.com/works/novel/regulators.html" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">Bachman's "The Regulators"</a> with blinding yellow headlights and wears a reflective, wrap-around helmet like the TMZ dude from "Nope" He grabs people, seemingly at random, throws them in the truck, and they are never seen again. As a result, they try to lie low and not give any reason to be noticed. I stayed inside.<a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WhenIDream</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreams" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreams</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreaming" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreaming</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/DreamLands" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#DreamLands</a>

J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:My subconscious told me some deep truths in a dream this morning.In the back tents of a demonic circus, I saw a light shining on a tapestry made of human flesh hanging on a wall with a crude human face in the middle. I knew it was an oracle and approached it, asking if it could help me understand the darkness and evil in my soul. I have always felt like an abomination. I have always had inner conflict as if I am fighting to keep something at bay. The tapestry looked at me briefly and told me that I was not evil. It told me that the only problem I have is that I am trying to be the best, happiest version of myself while also trying to satisfy what the world wants me to be. I asked it to look again and it did only to reiterate that there is no evil in me and my "conflict" is entirely with myself. My only "evil" was being too ignorant to admit that I cannot satisfy both myself and the world in which I live.That's good advice. I can either be myself or be who I am expected to be. I cannot be both. Trying to be both is foolish and self-destructive.This applies to my neurodivergence, my bisexuality, my being transgender, and so many other things.<a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WhenIDream</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreams" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreams</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreaming" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreaming</a>

J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:I had a "nightmare" yesterday because I took my APAP off and fell back to sleep. It wasn't quite full sleep paralysis. It all felt very real.I was paralyzed from the chest down and a cross between a bird eating spider and a trapdoor spider was crawling up my torso. But I just laughed and said, "you think this will scare me? I like spiders!"And it's true. I do like spiders.I had other nightmares that were kind of gorily NSFW but I told everybody torturing me, "some people pay good money for this kind of thing!"Do better, subconscious.<a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WhenIDream</a>

J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:Based on a dream from this morning. Almost"I was surrounded by the brightest white light you can possibly imagine, but it was soothing. "It was dense, impenetrable, and as soft as down feathers. "I was supported, held up on all sides by gentle, invisible hands. "I was floating in empty space. "My body was gone. "I was empty. "I was filled with everything I ever was. "I saw myself at the center of creation and knew I was insignificant. "I felt the essentialness of each and every atom, each speck of existence, each thought. "I was completely alone, covered in threads and shards that connected to every other living thing. "It lasted forever, for eternity, with no beginning, middle, or end. "And then I woke up. "Weird, right?" I looked at the elderly black man sitting next to me. "Brother Tom, what do you think?" He scratched his growing bald spot, smoothed down his wispy white hairs, rubbed his chin. I thought he was teasing me, getting ready to tell me that nobody cares about your dreams but yourself, that they never mean anything. "I believe," he said, sucking in a breath, slyly glancing around the laundromat as if looking for conspirators. "I believe your subconscious is trying to poke and prod you into giving a real think about what life, what this life, is all about. He leaned back in his injection molded plastic chair, grunting. "I believe you need to do the work, son." He turned to look me in the eyes. "You need to do the work." He emphasized "need" and "do" and "work" especially hard when he said them, punctuating each with a slight nod. BZZZZT "That's you, young blood," he said, pointing to one of the driers across from us. "Right," I said, standing up, smoothing out my trousers. I pulled out my warm, dry clothes, sorting them into piles. "I need to do the work," I thought. I'd heard of shadow work, facing those negative traits and memories that you try to suppress and hide. I was folding towels and washcloths and placing them at the bottom of my basket. What's the opposite of shadow work? I've never shied away from my "mistakes". Every one of them leads to learning and growth. I don't have any triumphs. I used to write, but nobody ever bothered to read it so I quit. I used to draw, when I was a teenager, but I was never good enough to be an artist, to make a living at it. Moving on to the jeans, folding them and putting them on top. Is "light work" a thing people can do for themselves? I scooped up my basket on my right hip and walked back back to the chairs. If he listened to my dreams, he might not think this was a childish question. "Is there such a thing as 'Light Work' Brother Tom? "As opposed to 'Shadow Work' I mean?" His face lit up. His smile always did that. His whole face was a beacon of joy. He slapped his thigh and stood up, "Sure there is! "There has to be, doesn't there?" He came over and put his hand on my shoulder. "You've gotta do the work, though." I was nodding now. I felt my left pocket for my keys. "Shit!" I exclaimed. "Sorry," I quickly added. "No shame in a simple expletive," he said. "What's the problem?" I put my basket back on the table and checked my left pocket, then my right. Then my back pockets. "My keys are missing." His squinted, rubbing his chin again. "Maybe you left them at the apartment." I shook my head briskly, "I make sure to lock the door every time I do laundry. "It's part of the ritual. "I have to ritualize it so I don't forget." He pulled in his lower lip and scratched his head. "I say you should check your pockets again." It took all my willpower not to roll my eyes. "I just checked them all, every single one of them." He grinned, "I know, I know. "Check again." I closed my eyes, shrugged. Slapped my front left pocket. TNK Again. TNK TNK I reached in and pulled out my keys. I know I checked every pocket. Left front, right front, put down the basket, both back, both front again, both back again. I checked them. I know how to check my pockets. I didn't feel any weight or any pressure. I put my keys in my left front. I put my ID and credit card in the back right. That's what I always do. The keys were not there. Now they are. I pull them out, studying them. Two brass keys and one silver colored with familiar sets of ridges on an old music note keychain I've had since grade school. "I told you, son," Brother Tom says, with his hand still on my right shoulder. "You've got to do the work."<a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WhenIDream</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreaming" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreaming</a>

J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:Talking about a dream where I met some nightmare creatures but they were DTF.In one of the dreams I had this morning, I was visiting the opulent suite of a missing eccentric wealthy dude. I didn't know he was actually missing at first. I thought he was just on some extended sabbatical. His suite was open to his friends while he was out and I was friends with some of his friends. I think we'd been using one of his solid, massive tables for an overnight TTRPG session because it was morning and we were packing up backpacks and other types of bags, loading up binders and notebooks and related paraphernalia. No dice that I remember so I'm not sure what we'd been doing. It's not important. There was a little TV near us and it was showing what looked like a documentary about the eccentric dude living in a wetland, trying to be one with the animals there. His arms and legs were too long and he had these long oval/diamond shaped wounds where his elbows and knees were. He could also bend his arms and legs in any direction and seemed to have extra joints. My friends told me that the eccentric dude routinely broke his own bones and reshaped his limbs so he could train his muscles to move them in new directions. He wanted to belong in the wetland, standing like an egret or something in the water. They told me that if the bones healed in a way he didn't like, he would just break them again. I was like, "that's interesting". I wondered how he dealt with the pain. My friends said we could go look at it. I wasn't sure what they meant but I followed them. We went out into a hallway and down to a different room. When the opened the doorway, I saw that the wetland was indoors. There was a narrow path along the right wall and that's where they led me. In the back right corner were a series of observation couches. They went up to them and laid down. I was down in the wetlands area, on some of the dry ground to get a better look. I haven't mentioned the creatures. There were five creatures living in the wetlands that weren't evident in the video. They were things of nightmare, but they were not hostile. They had been semi-domesticated. I only remember what two of them looked like. One was translucent, quadrupedal, sleep paralysis shadow demon with red eyes and a shifting number of legs. It was made of straight lines with no curves. The other was a giant beetle that looked like the Gregor Samsa as Beetle from the R. Crumb illustrated version of Kafka's Metamorphosis, but two to three times the size. It had a dark blue carapace and a white underbelly. There was another one, the only thing I remember was its color: a sickly yellow, like the yellow wallpaper. It reminded me of a flying cockroach that scared the crap out of me when I was a kid sitting on the toilet in the bathroom. Anyway, to my amazement, after my friends laid down on the couches in the corner, three of the creatures went up there and started making out with them. They were DTF (apparently). As I was standing there in shock, the yellow creature came up and talked to me. It told me that the eccentric dude was the only person who ever treated them with respect and not fear. The eccentric dude spent lots of time with them trying to learn from them and discover how to emulate their essence. He felt a kinship with them. The yellow creature was upset that the eccentric dude had run off and it blamed other humans for causing him to abandon them for other pursuits. The yellow creature got so mad about it that he started attacking me and the other humans. He wasn't trying to hurt us, just force us to GTFO. The DTF creatures were passive, just letting it happen. The fifth creature joined in with the yellow creature and started taunting us, too. As we were at the door, I reminded the DTF creatures that, without humans being allowed to come into the room, they'd never get to bone one again. That caused the giant beetle to fight back but it wasn't enough to keep us from being pushed out. Anyway, it was kind of funny to see terrifying creatures ripped from night terrors and phobias turned into sex fiends. Also, I realized that the eccentric dude seemed to be like Narcisse from Nightbreed: someone willing to mutilate themselves to be worthy of joining the monsters.<a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WhenIDream</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/NightTerrors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#NightTerrors</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/SleepParalysis" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#SleepParalysis</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/ShadowDemon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#ShadowDemon</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/GregorSamsa" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#GregorSamsa</a>

J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:I wrote a story about a dream I had recently.In the dream, I felt a deep sense of alienation. I felt like I would never belong anywhere and that I was never truly accepted, only tolerated. It was borne of a combination of being neurodivergent and also transgender. At the end of the dream, I swam out into the lake next to the little boutique where the rest of the dream had taken place. I felt its icy cold on my body. I saw the dead reaching up from the bottom, other women who had gone before me. In the dream, I hoped that drowning was a fast and painless way to go.I didn't dream my death, but I did dream of an afterlife. There was a golden light and a silvery platform made of crystal or glass. I saw them up there, hugging, rejoicing in being reunited. I tried to join them, but I wasn't able to reach them.Again, I was ignored and excluded because I didn't fit in.Another person at my level got my attention, someone else down beneath the floating platforms. She told me she was my mother. She looked like a very poorly passing transgender woman in a bad wig. That's where I belonged.I wrote a story based on the dream. The dream took place over multiple short vignettes that were only loosely connected.The story does not follow the dream exactly, but most of the beats are there.<a href="https://infosec.press/jrdepriest/by-the-lake" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">By the Lake</a><a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WhenIDream</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreams" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreams</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreaming" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreaming</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreamlands" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreamlands</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Writer" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Writer</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Writing</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Writers" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Writers</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WritingCommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritingCommunity</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/ShortFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#ShortFiction</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Fiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Fiction</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Paranormal" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Paranormal</a>

J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:I had a dream where I saw a Yith-mas Tree, that is, a member of the Great Race draped in garland boas, tinsel, and ornaments with a star on its head tentacle wandering around drunk on egg nog. I wish to Shub-Niggurath I was a decent artist because the world needs to see it, too.Edit: okay. This is close. <a href="https://shoggoth.net/news/cthulhu-christmas-greeting-cards/" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">Finally! Lovecraftian Christmas Cards!</a> <a href="https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1464564021/cthulhu-christmas-greeting-cards" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">Cthulhu Christmas Greeting Cards</a><a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/CthulhuMythos" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#CthulhuMythos</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/TheGreatRace" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#TheGreatRace</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/MerryYithmas" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MerryYithmas</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WhenIDream</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreamlands" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreamlands</a>

J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:Had a dream this morning where I was about to do something cool and fun. It involved a sympathetic, non-binary Tzimisce vampire with advanced Vicissitude / Fleshcrafting abilities, but that's not important right now. In the dream, emergency lighting came on and an alarm klaxon started blaring. I told the dream "no, I will not let you take this from me" and told everybody else in the area to "get the fuck out". I willed the alarms and lights to turn off and used telekinesis to close all the mini-blinds so it was dark and quiet. The vampire zoomed up the steps using celerity like the Flash and we were talking in the stairwell. My wife was in the dream and she was concerned that I was being so mean. I told her that the dream people wouldn't remember so it was fine. Then, within seconds, my alarm clock went off IRL and woke me up anyway. I like to think my subconscious somehow knew what time it was and just fucking with me.<a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WhenIDream</a>

J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:I watched so much Star Trek that I think Q has taken residence in my subconscious. It would explain so many of my dreams. Often they have a "the trial never ends" vibe where things are cool and good and the the dream is like "but what if we changed things and now it's difficult and you have nothing" and then I have to find a way to get around the new problem. This often involves "waking up" in strange places with no memory of how I got there or who I am. Or like this morning where I had a very pleasant dream about a trip with my family to Iowa. Then, after I dreamed we'd made it home, the dream ripped me out of the house with great force, taking my entire room with me, injuring other family members along the way, and dumped me back where I'd been with family. It was a "not so nice when you have no money, no ID, no family or friends, no place to stay" type of situation. In this particular dream, I kept being bounced around in time, too. I was an orphan in the 1920s for a while, I protected a building from an atomic blast in the late 1930s, I was in a hippy brothel in the 1960s, a military research facility in the 1980s. I just kept getting yanked from place and time to place and time. Anyway, my subconscious needs to get over it's "Q" complex.<a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WhenIDream</a>

J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:I had a dream this morning that I was an accountant working for Hell. I was part of the team responsible for the 2008 real estate collapse of which we were still quite proud. I was worried that we hadn't done much since then so we were going to get recalled to the lake of fire instead of the retiring peacefully in the scorching desert. We also complained about how slowly time passed for humans and how 70 years hadn't sounded like much time to be stuck here when we volunteered but actually living it felt like forever. Then the mail lady came in and said she'd been stuck here for over 2,000 years so we had no room to complain. She wasn't quite human, more of an overweight reptilian humanoid. We all had letters from the main office. thick scrolls with gold gilted edges and delicate calligraphy written in gold ink. You had to turn the paper just right to read it. We were being invited back home. They were going to have a ceremony for us and everything. I thought we were being trolled, but everybody else jumped at the chance to return early.At the beginning of the dream, we sang a team building song that I can't remember at all which is unfortunate. I didn't sing along because I didn't know the words and because I was feeling depressed.In my dreams, Hell's goal is to get people to reject the authority of government and religion and think and fend for themselves. They are the true collectivist anarchists but a bit accelerationist.<a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WhenIDream</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreams" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreams</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreaming" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreaming</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/GoToHell" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#GoToHell</a>

J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:I had a dream I was visited by a rep from Hell. He looked a bit like Randall Flagg from The Stand miniseries, the older one. He knows I plan to spend eternity there and was trying to talk me out of it. He showed me the apartment I'd get. One room, with a single bed, a chair to sit in, and a window. He implied it was dirty and had bugs and vermin. I thought it reminded me of the home I grew up in because we were kind of poor and I came out of that fine. I also thought that if they were giving away free housing for all the people coming down to stay, I could do way worse than a roof over my head and a bed.It's really hot down there, but it's a dry heat and you get used to it.And if you work a job in Hell, you can earn a nicer place to stay. It's not like I'd just sit in my room and read forever. I'd get bored. It's a better life than people are guaranteed in most countries in our world today.<a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WhenIDream</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreams" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreams</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreaming" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreaming</a>

J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:Sometimes I read things I wrote a few months ago or years ago and I am impressed with how good it is. I'm not bragging. I'm not trying to puff myself up. When I wrote the thing, I know I thought it was mediocre, at best. I know it barely captured what I wanted to write. I know it's half or one third what I hoped it to be at the time. I know I had so much more I tried to pour out and just... couldn't.But in retrospect, what was written still tells its story, even if it's not exactly the one I intended. I save everything I write. I have things I wrote in highschool 30 years ago. My mom has a copy of a poem I wrote in first grade. I broke up with girlfriends and asked for my letters back. All of it matters. All of it is important because it is a snapshot of a time that I can barely remember. It is a reminder of my growth, in spurts, as a thinker and a person. I can read where I came from, what I've gained and what I've lost.And some of it is really good because it makes me remember that dream or that feeling or that obsession or that heartbreak. It might mean nothing to you but it wasn't written for you. Nobody pesters me for pages but myself. My stories are my diary. I wish someone else could understand them or cared to try. I wish they weren't going to die with me. But they only ever mattered to me. So I guess it's appropriate. I write because that's how I remember. Because I have to. Because I want to remember. Because of how many times I've said, "I can't believe I wrote that." But there it is, in my hands.Why do you write? <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Writer" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Writer</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Writing</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WhenIDream</a>

J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:In my dreams, I'm "part waterborne on my mom's side". That means I can breathe underwater, talk to fish, and have very limited elemental control over water. In dreams, breathing underwater feels "better" than breathing air. Anyway, I'm only part waterborne. There are entire underwater cities and kingdoms that are hidden from view. Magick, I guess. I'm desperate to visit them. I saw one from far above once in a magick fountain. The inhabitants had vanished during a festival. Music was still playing, tables were set with games and food. It was like a ren fair at a life-sized fishbowl castle. I saw one from underneath another time, just for a moment. I swam on my back at the bottom of the sea looking up. The sun was visible all the way down here because the city was glowing. Everything was bright shells, towers, walkways spanning distances. And the "people" were like humanoid versions of every sea life. I know I saw rays and seahorses pulled into humanoid shapes. It was beautiful but I only saw it for a moment before I'd swam past the gap where it was visible. Another time I was welcomed into what looked exactly like a lower class teniment block. It was mostly dry ground by way of forcefield. This is where half-breeds who weren't fully adapted to the water were sent. I find doorways and portals to these places on occasion. But I'm almost always denied entry for one reason or another. "Too volatile" "Too much surfacer blood" "Not enough humility" "You're ill and we can't risk anyone catching a surfacer disease" "Not enough time" "Oh look, you're waking up, sorry"I'm starting to think my subconscious just doesn't feel like creating an entire satisfying fantasy city for me. My brain is just, "do you know how much work that is?"When I say, "may I dream of deep water", I'm wishing to return there. If I say "may you dream of deep water", I'm hoping you find the place where you felt most at peace, safe, welcome, and loved.<a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WhenIDream</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreams" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreams</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreaming" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreaming</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreamlands" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreamlands</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Waterborne" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Waterborne</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/DeepWater" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#DeepWater</a>

J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:I had a dream I was getting reprimanded for not leading enough people astray. So, uh, be gay and do crimes. Always question authority. Fuck the Zionists. Be kind in a cruel world. We are stronger together. Forgive, if you must, but never forget. Your actions outweigh your beliefs.Etc. Think for yourself but really think. Don't just do it.<a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WhenIDream</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreams" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreams</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreaming" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Dreaming</a>

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