LouNeko @ LouNeko @lemmy.world

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This just The Boys season 5.

Woah woah woah, slow it down, we don't know if it was murder yet. For all we know it was self defence.

9mm

My last actual nightmare was maybe a month ago. I don't remember the full extent of the dream but what triggered the nightmare scenario for me was some character on a monitor from a TV or videogame (don't remember exactly) turning their head unnaturaly and starting directly at me as if aware of my presence through the screen. Their natural human eyes instantly turned into big white circles with small black dots as pupils surrounded by growing darkness.

My blood pressure instantly went through the roof but I usually don't wake up immediately.

It was around 6 am so when I did finaly wake up there was already some light coming trough the blinds.

The weird thing is, after I calmed down. I closed my eyes and in a half sleep state I tried "re-dreaming" the same scenario again and my body almost instantly reacted the same way. And then again, and again. But with each time the effect diminshed.

But I wasn't dreaming in the half asleep state. I was literally just forcefully putting the same image of that character staring at me into my head. And still I got a fright response each time from fairly simple imagery.

Of course now it doesn't work anymore, I guess because I "exhausted" that source of horror.

Brains are crazy.

I'll put the actual description of the event as a separate comment because some people find reading about other peoples dreams boring and I didn't want to clif up the posts text.

So it was a multi-part dream (as they usually are) and I'm going to skip the sad melancholic first part.

So there I was at a race track in the evening. Apperently I was part of the pit crew and this was a private test race, only 3 of our own drivers all Mustangs. All 3 drivers turned in for a pit stop, they were all fairly young guys (18-20 maybe). The lead mechanic was a retired race-driver himself. During the pit stop he went off on the drivers about the condition of the cars (body panels were scratched up and came loose) and that the drivers were to focused on instruments. He said "Do the racing first and then when you hit the long straight, then you can check on your lap time, otherwise you're gonna get yourself killed.". Meanwhile the first driver our of the pit manged to spin his car before even leaving the pit area. As he shamefully reversed back to the pit he was cursing and blaming the car for that. The lead mechanic told him to get out, got in himself (together with me) and took the car for a spin on the track. It was bonkers fast to say the least.

As the race continued the weather worsened by a lot. The cars were pitted and an almost monsoon like downpour quickly flooded the track turning it basically into a lake. So we did what every group rational people would to and got out our windsurfing boards. As we started I weirdly gotten ahead of everybody but due to high winds I actually lifted out of the water and started almost flying away. struggling to keep the sail under control over the track I fairly softly crashlanded right outside the pit area. As I walked to the pit lit I noticed on of the guys lying unconscious and injured in a lounger. I waited for him to come to and asked him what happened. He said that he also got lifted out if the water, but his ceashlanding wasn't as soft. I decided to keep him company and layed down on a lounger next to him looking into the dark night sky.

Suddenly I was in my bedroom. The light was on (which isn't too weird because I sometimes fall asleep before turning it off). I heard somebody open up the door to our house and through a narrow open crack of my bedroom door I could see the light in the hallway also light up. It was weird because it clearly was late at night and none of my room mates were ever out that late. But I heard keys rustling and somebody undressing so I was somewhat put at ease thinking it truly must be one of my room mates. At the same time I thought about quickly getting up to turn my bedroom lights of so he wouldn't wonder why I was up so late at night. As the light in the hallway turned off the rustling stopped. Usually this I followed by either somebody going up the stairs or somebody entering their own bedroom door, but there was nothing. If felt as if something was watching me out of the hallway darkness through that tiny crack of my bedroom door.

Suddenly the light in my room turned off.

At this point I was actually awake and looking around my dark room with my own eyes unable to move. I was laying on my back which was unusual for me. Because I was familiar with what people told about sleep paralisis I was fully aware of what was about to happen. First I could hear this weird almost tribal sounding "GalagaGalgaGalaga... " sound. Then a shadowy figure quickly crept through the door crack moving to my right side, around my back, stopping to my left and lowering its head right above my face. It was a featureless sillouette with a slightly elongated head. The sound it made got slightly louder but not in a way you'd expect as if it was emitting from the figure directly.
I desperately tried to move, but the only thing I managed was 2 fingers on my right hand and flexing my left arm slightly. Usually the slightest muscle movement would reliably snap me out of a dream, but this time it wasn't working.
I tried speak but my tounge and lips were paralized. I tried to say "Bitch, fight me" and "Dare to turn the light on." But I managed to say "Bith, fah me" and "Da to the d'lith in" (hopefully my room mates didn't here that, lol)

Suddenly I gained back my body function but for a brief moment I was bombarded with almost epilepsy inducing flashes of desperate attempts from my brain to rationalize the still glooming silouette in front of me. Withing a second the sillouette flashed into ASCII code, got turned into a cartoon character, then dispersed into a crowd of dancing people in a nightclub with lights disco flashing.

The whole event took place over maybe 7 seconds.

And then it was just dark. Darker than usual. Usually if I wake up at night my eyes are used to the darkness of my room and I can see atleast somewhat. But it seamed like those flashes actually affected my eyes and reset my receptors.

I also got flooded with endorphins and started grining like an idiot.

So yeah, that's essentially how went. I grabbed my phone after and stated typing this out as long as the memory is still fresh.

Check one of my other answers to the comments.

That's why you default to a constant 120 Hz hum.

Intersex people don't vanish. If you yourself are intersex, nobody vanishes for you. Trans People vanish based on their passability for the opposite sex, if they're androgynous they don't vanish. If you yourself are trans then the opposite of your prefered gender vanishes.

I'm cultured. I say "C'esta vie."

If you press "Help" they put you in a room with push handles, polished metal mirrors and take away you shoe laces.

No I mean everybody is essentially hypnotized to not notice them missing except you. Even if you were to ask somebody "How's your wife/husband?" They would answer you "She's/He's fine."

Give me ASMR of a guy taking you to the woods, making you dig your own grave putting a gun to your head but hesitating pulling the trigger.

Also true. But it's funnier if you don't see it that way.

I don't know if that has been enshittified or was has always been shit in the first place but:

Annotation Apps

Seriously, how hard is it to make an app that let's me make markups, use a stylus, and share that across devices.

Exhibit A: Xodo
It was once free, with all the good features, but then they took those features away and implemented a subscription model.

Exhibit B: Drawboard PDF
Once, came free with a Surface Pro or was a buy once use forever software, until Microsoft took a away all the bought licenses and locked most features behind a paid subscribtion.

Exhibit C: Saber
Its free. It doesn't use Windows Ink. Why even bother?

Exhibit D: Adobe Acrobat Reader
Hahahahahahaahahaaaaaaaaaaahaaaa Wheeze hahahhhahaahahahaaaaa

Exhibit E: Microsoft One Note
Aneurism Simulator. You know how printing things suck because printers never play along? Microsoft decided to solve this problem by making printing out One Note sheets properly almost impossible on the software level. Also it can't open PDFs properly or have normal A-Format pages. Either infinite drawing space or nothing.

Exhibit F: Samsung Notes
Actually decent. Free. Android Only. But at least it keeps the annotations separated from the PDF so you can still edit them after transfer. Good choice.

In this economy? Hell no!

I love sending shit like this to my friends without context just to ruin their good mood.

Dips on this guys liver.