Not sure, how old I was, probably 10-12. This one isn't so much classic nightmare, but left me extremely unsettled for weeks and still gives me the heebie jeebies when I think about it.
In my dream I was at an event for returning space shuttle astronauts who had just landed. Apparently there was some major problem during reentry, and most of the crew didn't make it, but one had barely survived. When they brought out the surviving astronaut for an interview or whatever, the dude was literally just a naked human nervous system in a NASA spacesuit. Where his head would have been was the classic anatomy textbook image of just the brain with eyes floating in front of it, supported by a spinal cord. No bones, no muscle, unable to talk or anything. I remember the head was gently bobbing from side to side a few inches, and every so often the "head" would just rapidly spin around a few revolutions, then stop and continue bobbing eerily.
I get that, but these comments strongly imply two things that are generally false:
-The main reason that tailgating happens is because someone is camping in the left lane, and
-Tailgating is an appropriate response to someone camping in the left lane.
Nobody, literally nobody, ever defends left lane campers, but for some reason the immediate reaction to calling out tailgaters for their dangerous driving is to strawman the caller-outer as a left lane camper.
Why is this passive aggressive "hurr durr found the left lane camper" comment on every literally post about left lane tailgaters?
Have you literally never driven in any Metropolitan area ever? I see it daily... lines 10+ cars deep of traffic maybe a single carlength apart, all doing 85 in the left lane, constantly passing middle lane traffic, as if that's somehow going to make the 1/2 mile of traffic ahead of them go faster.
The number of aggressive tailgaters I see during my commute easily outweighs the left lane campers by 10:1
The dumbest thought I ever had while high was that I convinced myself I had two brains, and that one brain could predict the thoughts of the other brain before it thought them.
That's hilarious! Honestly, I rather enjoy that sensation of temporarily being.... not stupid... but willing to uncritically entertain stupid ideas.
Problem is, by the time they've failed the test, the opportunity for them to learn the content is largely passed.
The purpose of school is to educate and teach thinking skills. Tests are just a way to assess how effectively you and your students are achieving that goal. If something (in this case easy access to AI tools in the classroom) is disrupting that teaching/learning process, sure it's useful to detect that through testing, but I'd doesn't do anything really to solve the problem. Some fraction of kids are disciplined enough to recognize that skating by on classwork will lead to poor test results and possibly retaking classes, but generally those aren't the kids you need to worry about anyway.
I'd ask the inverse. What definition of "inside" can you apply to a traditional bottle--so as to say that a ship is inside the bottle--that could not also be applied to a Klein bottle? Both of them have a single opening that leads to an enclosed, dead-ended volume.
A Klein bottle may only have one surface, and therefore you can argue it has no topological inside. But a traditional bottle is topologically equivalent to a flat disc, so the same logic would say you can't put a ship inside one of those either.
I also thought I'd miss Hulu and Netflix a lot more than I do. What used to irk me so badly was how utterly shit Netflix is when you just want to sit down and find something new to watch. Their front page would be list after list of things like "Hot New Comedies" "Best Independent Films of 2025", "Classic Action Flicks" and somehow it always felt like the same 30 or 40 movies randomly shuffled together. So I'd spend 15 minutes scrolling through the same slop in different orders, get frustrated and search for a movie that I remembered wanting to watch, only to find that it was on none of the services I was subscribed to, and cost $8.99 for a single watch of a 20 year old movie.
We had been Netflix subscribers since the very start when they delivered discs through the mail. Kinda sad how they went from having virtually anything you could think of to watch (and having a halfway decent recommendation algorithm to boot!) to where they are today.
It sounds super obvious, but i never thought to cook hasbrowns in the bacon grease... Mostly because I'm fully converted to making bacon in the oven these days.
Definitely going to give this a whirl next time we're doing breakfast.
You will actually get some hardcore libertarians unironically making the argument that regulations are completely unnecessary as long as you have a strong court system to award damages in the event that harm is actually done to an individual.
Which, sure, in a frictionless, spherical universe full of perfectly rational actors that exists only in a textbook, maybe that argument has some merit.
In the real world it means arguing that disfiguring people or giving them horrific terminal cancer should just be a line item on your ledger, next to rent and breakroom coffee.
I just searched it a bit, and I think you're right. I was thinking the paid tier only let you use port forwarding and access their servers optimized for P2P traffic, but it sounds like they actually block P2P traffic on the free tier.
Not sure, how old I was, probably 10-12. This one isn't so much classic nightmare, but left me extremely unsettled for weeks and still gives me the heebie jeebies when I think about it.
In my dream I was at an event for returning space shuttle astronauts who had just landed. Apparently there was some major problem during reentry, and most of the crew didn't make it, but one had barely survived. When they brought out the surviving astronaut for an interview or whatever, the dude was literally just a naked human nervous system in a NASA spacesuit. Where his head would have been was the classic anatomy textbook image of just the brain with eyes floating in front of it, supported by a spinal cord. No bones, no muscle, unable to talk or anything. I remember the head was gently bobbing from side to side a few inches, and every so often the "head" would just rapidly spin around a few revolutions, then stop and continue bobbing eerily.
This is pretty much exactly what the dude looked like in my dream https://img-new.cgtrader.com/items/2443319/bd71a87570/large/nervous-system-and-dura-matter-3d-model-low-poly-fbx-gltf.jpg