In an effort to not be AI discourse all the time blog, I try to bury those posts quickly with something else. Here’s an extremely low effort dream post.
Ever had an indoor, or caged type of pet, and have a dream you’re holding it outside? Then in the dream you forget you were holding it just long enough to come up with empty hands, and now your dream has become scouring the world for said pet, or just crying because recovering it will be hopeless?
I had one of those. Also featured being underdressed in public. Was there anything new in it? Lessee… I was walking by this house which wasn’t mine but for some reason I was sure all the plants in it were my husband’s. But this didn’t jar me, like, I didn’t connect that his houseplants should be in our house. The people inside were some kinda goths, the lights were low.
I saw these huge butterflies in there and called their attention to it. Hey, let those butterflies out. I’m busy so I can’t; I’ll trust you to get them out of the house how you will. Coming in to tell them that, I stirred up the bugs, and realized they were colorful and even larger than I had thought, sphingid moths. I left for the bathroom and overheard the young lady saying a poem or spell about how she hoped to gain something by eating them. And I knew they’d be eaten by the time I came back, so no point launching an objection.
Alright, have a good day, and don’t talk about robots.
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Back in the day, I remember [dreaming] sneaking around and hiding when the door opened and a bunch of D&D monsters came out. Quite scary in the flesh, I was thinking. Kobolds, one laughs during game play, but shit look at these mean mofos! And then the goblins and bugbears and sheesh they are scary as fuck IRL!
(Forgot most of it, but I distinctly remember my surprise that the real thing was actually scary and fearsome; and yes I dream in colour)
sounds like a cool memory, even if it wasn’t cool at the time.
By the time I came along there was already a rule forbidding caged pets, justified on the grounds they couldn’t come and nag you for food. However as I got older and the family stories got told I realised that the dog had seen off one budgerigar, two white mice and a tortoise, none had been lost to starvation. That dog helped me learn how to stand and walk, demonstrating incredible patience when grabbed as a balance aid, good thing I wasn’t that small.