Libra00 @ libra00 @lemmy.world

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Plummeting indicated that it was once high. That wasn't confidence, that was delusion.

Reddit admins started getting quite a bit more fashy banning people for even just upvoting certain stuff. I got caught up in that and hit with a bullshit temp ban, then before it got lifted on appeal I got hit with a total bullshit perma ban. It was also lifted on appeal, but by that point I was fed up and went looking for alternatives. I still use reddit a tiny bit, mostly posting questions on subs there when there isn't a community here or there is but it has like 12 members and hasn't seen a post in 3 months or whatever.

lol, thanks, on both counts. :)

I just don't pay that much attention to celebrities, I don't give a shit about all the BS around being famous, I don't care about their opinions on literally anything, etc, so even if I had heroes they wouldn't be celebrities.

Yeah I don't really either. I dunno why my brain cooked all this up, like I've never had a dream that picked up where it had left off the previous night, so these dreams weren't one rolling into the next, they were kind of like living in this town at various points, separated by years or even decades, during certain key events. It's weird.

Usually pick one of their own == have never not picked one of their own, right?

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I'm disabled so I spend like 16 hours a day in my chair, but I try to do 30 minutes on my exercise bike every morning.

Because only cardinals can be pope and it takes a long time to work your way up through the priesthood into administration and such like any organization. Also, unlike most businesses or governments they never hire some young(-ish) new ceo or department head from outside.

I had a series of dreams over the course of about 15 years that all took place in some (presumably fictional) town. I don't really remember most of them anymore save the last one (which involved the FBI building a huge facility on the east side of town because they were investigating everyone in town for some reason, along with some more nefarious stuff.)

But what's weird is that, more than a decade since the last dream, I still remember numerous very clear details about that town. I can tell you which streets I've lived on in it, who my neighbors were, what kind of vehicles they drove, where they worked or went to school, even stuff like the fact that my neighbor to the west (on the corner) in the 2nd house I lived in had an 11 year old son named Bobby who had Down's syndrome. It's like I lived there for years and years and knew everyone (it's a pretty small town), only none of it or them actually exists outside of my brain.

I once dreamed that I was going to visit my parents and their neighborhood had turned into a cross between a zombie apocalypse and a warzone, there were gangs running around cutting people up in the streets and shit. I was dodging all these crazy people and managed to find one house that looked normal amidst the choas and carnage and was hiding behind a tree in the yard when some guy came up to me and was like ‘Oh hey mister, you don’t want to be hiding here, the folks who live here don’t take kindly to that sort of thing.’ Come to find out the house was owned by my parents, and when the guy found out that’s who I came to visit he was like ‘Oh shit you’re with them?! All of this is their fault! Fuck you man!’ and tried to attack me, but I woke up.

I used to have very intense, vivid dreams when I was younger, some of them were like watching a movie. I remember most of them still, but one in particular sticks with me.

I dreamed about these monsters called blood-bats that were ~3' tall, squat, red-skinned, winged monsters with 3 big black claws on each hand. They would claw people and leave long, white lines on their flesh, draining them of blood and also the will to live. I dreamed I had gone to Marrakesh (for some reason) and the streets were filled with people who all had these marks on their arms or chest or whatever, and they were all just shuffling around like they were zombies, staring at the ground, etc. They were all kind of moving in one direction, so I pushed through the crowd in that direction and eventually discovered a palace that appeared to be their destination. Inside the palace was this long, wide great hall that was lined by these little booths that each had a priest of some religion or other in it. The people were all lining up to go into the booth of their choosing where they would kneel on a small carpet, the priest would bless them, and they would collapse and a pair of orderlies would put them in a body bag and carry them away.

I was determined to find out what was really going on here, why all these people appeared to be grimly shuffling off to their ultimate demise, so I skipped out of the line and found myself in an elevator. As the elevator started going down one of the creatures came in through the hatch in the ceiling and attacked me, but I managed to fight it off without getting clawed and it fled. Pretty soon the elevator stopped and the door opened and I found myself in this vast open warehouse-like structure filled with thousands of hospital beds, each one with one of these creatures on it. There was an old man pushing a cart around from bed to bed checking on them. I approached and asked him what the shit was going on and he explained that these creatures were from another dimension, that they traveled between dimensions hunting sapient life to drain as a food source. The way they hop dimensions is they make someone where they want to go dream about them - usually only a few at most - and then when that person wakes up the ones they dreamed of would exist in that reality.

As soon as the old man finished telling me this I realized that I was dreaming and was about to wake up, only I wasn't dreaming about 3-4 of these guys, I was dreaming about the entire race. In those hazy few seconds between being fully engaged in the dream and fully awake I was frantically searching around both the dreamscape and my bedroom for anything sharp that I could use to kill myself before I woke up and brought all of them here. Fortunately reality reasserted itself in pretty short order, but that handful of seconds might've been the most scared I've ever been.

The Heavy / Short Change Hero. I just discovered them a couple weeks ago and this song has been stuck in my head ever since. I do 30 minutes on the exercise bike every morning and I just put that song on and belt out the lyrics to it at like 6:30am, much to the dismay of everyone else in the house, but they can suck it cause that song is just so goddamned singable.

Haha, yep. My very first linux install I had to do similar because I had a fucky video card that X11 didn't support natively, ultimately I had to, er, acquire a commercial X server that did support it to make it work. It was a mess.

Aww, does the poor little baby want to go home and have a cry about it?

I'm not burning to have a conversation with any celebrity in person, but I'd probably pick some famous philosopher or scientist or something so that the conversation would at least be interesting.

Heh, I remember tinkering with linux waaay back in the day. I had a shitty Slackware install I farted around with, and something I was doing required bootstrapping gcc. I clung to that man page like it was the last lifeboat off the Titanic, but by the end when it worked I felt exactly like this.

Indeed. I mean I certainly didn't believe them, but I didn't know shit about the housing market in like 2006 or w/e. Boy did that change. Now the Big Short is one of my favorite movies.

Sure, there definitely are conservative Catholics and liberal Protestants, I was just speaking in broad generalizations and tendencies (hence the use of the phrase 'tend, in general, to be'.)