#weird-dream — Public Fediverse posts

there was some kind of illness or phenomenon that spread in ways nobody understood, and when someone caught it, they go unconscious for some time, and wake up as if nothing beyond a point in 2021 occurred. They weren’t confused; they just woke up continuing that point in 2021 in their mind. I was the designated recovery therapist for ones in my family that caught it, as well as other members and friends who were not affected, but understandably devastated because the other person doesn't have that history of 5 years with them anymore. I was trying to explain that You can narrate to someone what happened to their life in the missing years, but that does not recreate the feeling of having lived them, and full recovery is impossible. I was creating a recovery program that focused on helping people acclimate with the situation, and trying to quarantine the condition.
My dreams are often highly specific and cohesive. I wish I was that creative in waking life!

#dream #weirdDream

@BorrisInABox If I hadn't seen it myself, I'd wondered if you forgot to put a #WeirdDream hashtag.

#WeirdDream time again.

This time, it was sort of a self-documentation kind of thing, in which I was asking myself:

"Hey, remember when you turned 18? You got that Puddle of Mud CD for your birthday. It was the single greatest thing that ever happened to you.

You would go on to graduate high school in three days, and then your life as a young man would truly begin. All-the-while, the anthem to your future success playS.

"She fucking hates me
Trust
, she fucking hates me
La-la-la-love
I tried too hard

And she tore my feelings like I had none
And ripped them away"

WHAT THE HELL, BRAIN? BUT ALSO, HMM... MAYBE.

According to a #WeirdDream I had last nnight, Vox has just released a new delay module, which is Eurorack compatible. It's called the Vox DU-105 TinyDelay, with a maximum delay time of 24 milliseconds.

Please, someone, remind me not to work on JJ Flex right before bed while I'm on this unnamed medicine I'm on. Apparently I had JJ flex Radio hooked up to a blender / voice processor unit to increase filter preset tonality, all while making grape juice. You see, the blender turned on when you pressed PTT, but kept fizzing over for some unknown reason, maybe the ALC was set too hot, and big pieces of grape kept shooting across the room at varying speeds based on filter band presets. No, I had no grape juice before bed, all I did was work on a race condition bug that caused a lsb filter setting / filter command issued at the low eend of the band to literally render the radio slice unable unusable until you closed the software. The bug is fixed now, so I have no idea what the hell happened there but anyway. If anyone changes filters on your Flex while using JJ Flex, think of me and this stupid dream I just had. Yep. Now I have to figure out how to fall asleep again after … that. #WeirdDream #HamRadio #JJFlex #HelpMeNow

My best friend’s 12-year-old niece was holding a “smart” sippy cup filled with water. Suddenly I heard water spilling.
Then there was a long, soft chime — not sleigh bells, but those delicate, magical wind-chime tones you hear in Christmas decorations or fantasy scenes.
Then a happy, calm American male voice said:
“Attention! Your sippy cup is punctured.”
#weirdDream (1/2)

When the power came back, I was in that half-awake, half-asleep stage. I think my subconscious knew the generator had shut down, but I actually incorporated it into a dream I suddenly had. In my dream, I was sitting in my chair, not lying in bed, and utility power returned. I checked the time (I think it was around 10:02 or 10:22 or some such in my dream), and was all happy. Then, as dreams often do, mine degenerated into silliness. I realized that my humidifier across the room was making a weird sound sort of like the introduction to the song "Love me Not" by Ravyn Lenae (intro attached so you'll know what I'm talking about). But it was too fast, and at too high of a pitch. In my dream, this was a normal sound for my humidifier to make, just not that fast and high pitched. Obvious conclusion: we were getting too much voltage, and needed to somehow shut everything down immediately so we wouldn't fry anything. Just as my dad was coming down the stairs presumably to alert me to this or ask what was going on, I woke up and thought to myself, "Hmmm…seems awful quiet right now…Oh wait, did the power come on for real?" And of course it had. #WeirdDream

Last night, I had a #weirdDream about a new product announced at NAMM, called the Absorbian. It was basically this dense, compact cube that had two handles you pulled apart, and it expanded into about a 8x8x8 block that completely absorbed any sound around it. Perfect for recording clean vocals in a busy industrial wearhouse, but small enough when folded that you could easily carry it in a purse. It was hollow in the middle, so you put whatever you wanted isolated inside the cube once expanded.

I was apparently arrested at age 20 for committing arson, killing 8 out of 10 people in a building. It was ruled self-defense, as I was escaping a horrible situation.

I was apparently traumatized by this whole deal, and had to live in a group home, where I met a girl who also murdered in self-defense.

Things were going well.

Just as we were really starting to get to know each other, I woke up, and the dog was frantically barking about something, so I guess I'll never know how things turned out.

#WeirdDream

Dreamt that I was searching for a plant- a special one that was a graft or hybrid. Eventually met a guy in a huge bazaar who told me the secret to making my own: you need to plant a second hand suit, of which he just happened to be a purveyor. Apparently when you do it sprouts roots. So I bought quite a natty one, all mustard with orange and red pattern.

#weirddream

Ich hab von meiner Halsorthese geträumt. Jetzt wird es wirklich mal Zeit, dass sie abkommt.

#weirddream

We're a bunch of NVDA fanboys. What should we call ourselves?

Hey, I know.... How about NVDA Invokers.

No, that sounds kind of pretentious. Maybe we can shorten it to NVD Oakers.

Nah, that's too much like mediocre.

#WeirdDream
#NVDASR

Dear Diary, or whatever passes for it these days:

I'm currently sitting in a park. It's a lovely spring day, with a gentle breeze. The birds are chirping, the air smells clean, and there are some kids playing. It's peaceful. Perhaps it's too peaceful.

I feel like I'm supposed to disturb that peace, perhaps by blowing something up, or setting the grass on fire. I feel like, if I don't do this, everything will remain unbalanced.
Is this normal?

Written by me on this very keyboard in a #WeirdDream

For some reason, Steve Jobs decided to travel back to the year 1982 and unvail the iPhone at a New York Yankees game, which I was at with my grandfather somehow. Never mind that he hated the yankees, this was two years before I was born, and I don't care about baseball.

Anyway, while we were there, I met this very northern British bloke who asked me if I knew someone called Kara Cogent, a blind woman who would open a sports club in about 43 years. I told him that I did, and I was so shocked about the entire thing that I sat up in my bed, waking up in a dorm room where @KaraLG84 was sleeping. So then I had to explain the whole thing to her and how weird it was.

#WeirdDream

I recently went to a doctor's office. The place was modern in every way, except that although their patient records were computerized, each patient's chart was stored on an 8-track tape. #WeirdDream

My parents and I attended a convention of a barbershop harmony organization, no idea which one. This was on a cruise ship of some kind. At the beginning, each attendee was required to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I later figured out that these sandwiches were drugged. The organization knew that the first night's quartet and/or chorus entertainment was not the best, so the sandwiches somehow made it so the attendees enjoyed it more than they otherwise would have. #WeirdDream

There was the equivalent of a Youtube call-in show, where you win stuff for correctly answering weird questions without looking them up with a search engine. They had ways of knowing if you do.

I was watching Linus Tech Tips, something I usually don't do, because they annoy me, and was the first to correctly answer the question: "What is the city of origin of VoIP equipment manufacturer Grandstream?"

The answer was Brookline, Massachusetts.

Unfortunately, I woke up before I got to learn what I won. Oh well.

#WeirdDream

My grandma on my mom's side gave me a laptop with Windows 7 on it, and apparently the drivers were installed from a CD that came with the computer. Somehow, NVDA was also preinstalled, and it was set to use the SAPI4 version of Microsoft Sam. I went to system information, and when I was browsing the list, my grandma said she knew I was used to SSDS, and apologized for the 7200 RPM drive. I told her the performance wasn't actually that bad, and before I could check the processor and RAM, I woke up. #WeirdDream

@BorrisInABox I was honestly expecting a #WeirdDream by the end of this. Glad you actually got to break things in such a fun way.

@simon This does sound like the start of a very good LitRPG! I was hooked...So much so that getting to "#WeirdDream" felt like a slam into a wall. LOL

It was an ordinary Someday afternoon when someone switched off the world. My senses took in nothing—even my sense of up and down was gone.
In a droning voice all too familiar to so many JAWS users of the last decade, the sky spoke to me. "Please select where you would like to respawn.
1. Nanaimo - No Location Found.
2. Gibsons - No Location Found.
My mind raced. This was like the start of a Lit RPG book. But I was here, floating in the respawn void. My city—the one I'd been in just before the world ceased to be—was reporting "no location found."
On a whim, I reached out and booped the air with my finger. "37. Edmonton - Incomplete", proclaimed God for Windows.
Okay. So a virtual touchscreen. With a screen reader. That's ... uh, very inclusive of whatever entity created this. I tried scrolling up on the virtual screen: "66. Atlantic Ocean."
Um, no thank you. Scroll some more. Lots more. Whatever happened to the pacific northwest, I wanted nothing to do with it.
"412. New South Wales."
"Yes, get me there." Feeling an inexplicable sense of urgency, I tapped repeatedly on the invisible screen. Immediately, I felt the terrifying sensation of hurtling through the air faster than any solid object should rightfully fly through the atmosphere. With an abruptness that threatened to send me sprawling forward, I landed on a rocky path. Almost reflexively, without a clue of where I was, I started to jog forward. I heard music. As I ran faster and faster, it got louder and louder, until I could make out the tune. It sounded very familiar. It sounded like ... my Alexa alarm. #WeirdDream

I went to a thrift store, and found a weird knock-off Kenwood hand mic for a TM-V71 mobile rig. The problem with it was that it played 'We Wish You a Merry Christmas' through a built-in piezo speaker every time you pressed the PTT, so it wasn't particularly useful.
#WeirdDream

My computer mmelted into a slab of dripping metal, and I was happy about it. That's all. #WeirdDream

I was hanging out with my best friend from third grade, except we were both 17. I was living where my parents' do now.
Said friend borrowed a neighbor's car until she could afford her own, so we could go to school without taking the bus.
Her mom was mad because, rather than doing something sensible, my friend decided to put the top down on the borrowed convertable and open her bedroom window, remotely accessing the car stereo to listen to her music, which... yeah, fair.

#WeirdDream

For some reason, I called the Grover Cleveland Presidential Library, because I wanted to speak to a descendant of his to ask a bunch of questions. The woman who answered the phone mentioned that they don't get a lot of calls, and had Blink 182 playing in the background, specifically 'All the Small Things'.
The Bells of Washington, DC were going off at what was supposed to be 5 o'clock, but they were four minutes slow. They also sounded like they were generated by an FM synthesizer.

#WeirdDream

I was put under house arrest after being tried for something stupid. The judge decided I wouldn't survive in jail.

I was fitted with an ankle monitor, which was tuned to 146.52 mHz.

My neighbor kept keying up his radio and setting off my alarm. He was then arrested for just existing.

#WeirdDream from a very short nap.

I was in a room with MKBHD who was demonstrating a camera that told you when you were lining up shots correctly. It also made taking group selfies easier because it would say something like 'Can the person in the middle look slightly more left?'
There was also someone called 'Matnac' in the room. No idea who that is.
Finally, Jacob Collier turned up and I was going to teach him about finger drumming, then I woke up. #WeirdDream