This post was inspired by a dream misadventure I had last 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.
When I was four, 44 years ago, and a day, I dreamed that my older sister was covered in cracked black volcanic rock skin, oozing with lava and she was determined to keep me from skiing with the family. Other than that, I don’t know that I’ve ever had any truly memorable dreams. For context, I refused to be near her for 6 months after that dream.
We’re you playing skifree before bed?