Had a dream that nuclear czar was a job title that existed for each nuclear weapon, of which there were only a few dozen in existence. It was a hereditary title that had been passed down from Europe before taking its modern form in the USA. The dream took place in the late medieval period, following a widowed nuclear czarina in a Penelope situation. A crappy noble guy that had squandered his fortune came seeking hers, as she was not wed, but high castle walls and loyal servants ran interference.
First, it was a group of young ladies that blocked the suitor in his efforts; later it was me, in the mode of an ambiguously employed jester-thief-vizier. I either low-key betrayed her or just failed in my duty, resulting in the suitor gaining access. She was obliged to marry him, to spend years watching him squander her fortune.
The sheisty czar was talking about how it was perfectly natural that he had lost most of her money on a timeshare, when she snapped and asked me what the hell she was supposed to do about all of this. I replied, “I’m really surprised this guy isn’t in chunks by now, spread from here to the Danube.” We started killing him and I woke up shortly after that.
I never did find out how she was in charge of nukes several hundred years before they were invented.
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Um, in Spanish, ‘nuca’ is the nape (of the neck, usually).
“I never did find out how she was in charge of nukes several hundred years before they were invented.”
Maybe it wasn’t the actual middle ages but a future setting after we flushed our civilisation and science down the crapper and the only thing remaining of past glories are a hand full of nukes?
juan – at least it’s a sexy body part. ay carumba.
mord – like in beneath the planet of the apes, yeah!
You have pretty cool dreams, please have a few for me.
Actually, I have fairly cool dreams, I just don’t remember them. I have a brain injury that severely impairs my ability to form new memories. If I’m on uppers (doctors’ orders!) I remember a bit better but obviously when I am trying to sleep I’m not on the uppers. So time passes in a [blank]. It’s really interesting because whenever I come out of a [blank] I have to reconstruct whatever I was doing enough to decide if I do or don’t care about it. Since then, I have optimized my processes and leave myself a working memo in a text message. So there’s a plot for a story: bad guy gets ahold of my message-stream and redirects me into a massively destructive, uncaring, missile that makes Chinese dumplings and shoots things.
I don’t remember my dreams. I actively make sure to dismiss them.
I didn’t realize you had a post pinned to the top. I thought you hadn’t posted anything new since January. Can someone on the backend change it so that pinned posts have a pin icon or something?
i don’t have time to answer all the comments i’ve gotten recently, but to mista suttkus, i envy you, having a half year worth of daily posts to read. enjoy!
So, it is for me to tell Michael Suttkus that there is no back end.
(There is you)
we have some odd bits of control as individuals, but the raw setup here involved expertise beyond most of our kenning. we have a person that can be tapped for emergencies but i doubt this meets the criteria. we all gotta work for a living and i think pz can only afford to pay them in discarded exoskeletons.
Ah well. Still a nice nook, no?
i did it all for la nuca