#weirddreams — Public Fediverse posts

I just woke up from a very stressful dream that I was supposed to help my daughter solve an algebraic system of equations that signified different prices of dish washers. For some reason she used both sticky wickys and braille art to plot these things and I had to then explain why dish washers were over $40000, where others were less than $1.50. There is no reason for this. I'm not even building a civilization and discovering algebra though there are some Arabic civilizations which allow you to discover algebra. #WeirdDreams

I just woke up from a very stressful dream that I was supposed to help my daughter solve an algebraic system of equations that signified different prices of dish washers. For some reason she used both sticky wickys and braille art to plot these things and I had to then explain why dish washers were over $40000, where others were less than $1.50. There is no reason for this. I'm not even building a civilization and discovering algebra though there are some Arabic civilizations which allow you to discover algebra. #WeirdDreams

I just woke up from a very stressful dream that I was supposed to help my daughter solve an algebraic system of equations that signified different prices of dish washers. For some reason she used both sticky wickys and braille art to plot these things and I had to then explain why dish washers were over $40000, where others were less than $1.50. There is no reason for this. I'm not even building a civilization and discovering algebra though there are some Arabic civilizations which allow you to discover algebra. #WeirdDreams

I just woke up from a very stressful dream that I was supposed to help my daughter solve an algebraic system of equations that signified different prices of dish washers. For some reason she used both sticky wickys and braille art to plot these things and I had to then explain why dish washers were over $40000, where others were less than $1.50. There is no reason for this. I'm not even building a civilization and discovering algebra though there are some Arabic civilizations which allow you to discover algebra. #WeirdDreams

I just woke up from a very stressful dream that I was supposed to help my daughter solve an algebraic system of equations that signified different prices of dish washers. For some reason she used both sticky wickys and braille art to plot these things and I had to then explain why dish washers were over $40000, where others were less than $1.50. There is no reason for this. I'm not even building a civilization and discovering algebra though there are some Arabic civilizations which allow you to discover algebra. #WeirdDreams

Got home from work and my neighbors were sitting on their porch naked. They asked if I wanted to join them for a beer. #weirdDreams

Got home from work and my neighbors were sitting on their porch naked. They asked if I wanted to join them for a beer. #weirdDreams

Got home from work and my neighbors were sitting on their porch naked. They asked if I wanted to join them for a beer. #weirdDreams

Got home from work and my neighbors were sitting on their porch naked. They asked if I wanted to join them for a beer. #weirdDreams

Got home from work and my neighbors were sitting on their porch naked. They asked if I wanted to join them for a beer. #weirdDreams

This cat can only do gansta rap when it bites on my finger. But if you pet it just right, it will tell you tomorrow's weather. #weirdDreams

This cat can only do gansta rap when it bites on my finger. But if you pet it just right, it will tell you tomorrow's weather. #weirdDreams

This cat can only do gansta rap when it bites on my finger. But if you pet it just right, it will tell you tomorrow's weather. #weirdDreams

I dreamed, I was in school. 5 minutes of break left I went into a classroom where Bryan Cranston, a teacher, sat amongst paintings from students. I asked him what the assignment was. He chuckled and in an overly sarcastic tone said something cryptic, like teachers do when they are desperate, that their students don't understand their super academic talking. I looked at some paintings (I think, the assignment was "Movie Poster").
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#dreams #weirddreams #BryanCranston

I dreamed, I was in school. 5 minutes of break left I went into a classroom where Bryan Cranston, a teacher, sat amongst paintings from students. I asked him what the assignment was. He chuckled and in an overly sarcastic tone said something cryptic, like teachers do when they are desperate, that their students don't understand their super academic talking. I looked at some paintings (I think, the assignment was "Movie Poster").
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#dreams #weirddreams #BryanCranston

I dreamed, I was in school. 5 minutes of break left I went into a classroom where Bryan Cranston, a teacher, sat amongst paintings from students. I asked him what the assignment was. He chuckled and in an overly sarcastic tone said something cryptic, like teachers do when they are desperate, that their students don't understand their super academic talking. I looked at some paintings (I think, the assignment was "Movie Poster").
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#dreams #weirddreams #BryanCranston

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The radio DJ dream is a well-known phenomenon (at least in radio DJ circles). Typically, it involves some variation of the song playing only having 10 seconds left and you have nothing cued up, or the audio console has turned into bread, or coin-operated access devices have been added to the turntables and you don't have any loose change to operate them, etc. Typical worker-bee anxiety fare, only modified for the specifics of the industry.

Two nights ago, I had one which didn't involve DJ-ing per se, but definitely centered around broadcasting themes, so I'm granting it a hall pass for the purpose of this discussion.

I had been hired in some capacity at the big NPR affiliate station in Philadelphia. Upon arrival on my first day, I checked in at the reception desk where I was told to wait for my supervisor, whom we'll call "Jerry".

Jerry appears as per the prophecy. He is dressed like a dork from a lowbrow 1980s screwball comedy. He motions for me to follow him to my new office, so I pick up the trail as he leads me past various offices, studios, and production rooms. Soon, however, the environment changes to a dark warren of dungeon-like stone corridors, with tiny workspaces carved from the rock, each containing a solitary employee either typing furiously on a laptop or recording with a basic mic/audio console rig.

The labyrinthine stone corridors become increasingly narrow, and I find myself having to turn sideways in order to squeeze through them to keep pace with Jerry. In his pursuit, I am frequently forced to climb down rickety ladders or hoist myself up to new platforms, all covered in the same damp residue typically found deep underground.

At one such platform, I pull myself up, but realize there's no way my head is going to squeeze through the natural ingress created by two stone ledges. I express this concern aloud, and Jerry advises that I simply turn my head sideways. I follow his instruction and get my head through the opening, only to discover that my shoulders now face a similar challenge and that I'm unable to twist as required due to the tight squeeze. I attempt to back myself out, but have no success. I am trapped inside of a dark passageway which has cleaved a narrow opening from which I am unable to dislodge my head.

At this point in the story, I should point out that while I've never actually visited the studios of Philly's big NPR affiliate station, I was real-life employed for several years at New York City's equivalent, and getting one's head stuck in a cave was never a routine occurrence, even on bad days.

Jerry is nowhere to be found. I can't see or hear anyone. There's no room for an emergency crew to chisel a wider opening that would allow me to extract myself. As such, I panic to a degree that wakes me up from the dream and I spend the next 40 minutes awake with my heart racing, frantically reassuring myself that I have NOT actually accepted a job in Philadelphia where I will die of exposure / hunger / a heart attack on my first day.

#radio #weirddreams #wnyc #whyy

The radio DJ dream is a well-known phenomenon (at least in radio DJ circles). Typically, it involves some variation of the song playing only having 10 seconds left and you have nothing cued up, or the audio console has turned into bread, or coin-operated access devices have been added to the turntables and you don't have any loose change to operate them, etc. Typical worker-bee anxiety fare, only modified for the specifics of the industry.

Two nights ago, I had one which didn't involve DJ-ing per se, but definitely centered around broadcasting themes, so I'm granting it a hall pass for the purpose of this discussion.

I had been hired in some capacity at the big NPR affiliate station in Philadelphia. Upon arrival on my first day, I checked in at the reception desk where I was told to wait for my supervisor, whom we'll call "Jerry".

Jerry appears as per the prophecy. He is dressed like a dork from a lowbrow 1980s screwball comedy. He motions for me to follow him to my new office, so I pick up the trail as he leads me past various offices, studios, and production rooms. Soon, however, the environment changes to a dark warren of dungeon-like stone corridors, with tiny workspaces carved from the rock, each containing a solitary employee either typing furiously on a laptop or recording with a basic mic/audio console rig.

The labyrinthine stone corridors become increasingly narrow, and I find myself having to turn sideways in order to squeeze through them to keep pace with Jerry. In his pursuit, I am frequently forced to climb down rickety ladders or hoist myself up to new platforms, all covered in the same damp residue typically found deep underground.

At one such platform, I pull myself up, but realize there's no way my head is going to squeeze through the natural ingress created by two stone ledges. I express this concern aloud, and Jerry advises that I simply turn my head sideways. I follow his instruction and get my head through the opening, only to discover that my shoulders now face a similar challenge and that I'm unable to twist as required due to the tight squeeze. I attempt to back myself out, but have no success. I am trapped inside of a dark passageway which has cleaved a narrow opening from which I am unable to dislodge my head.

At this point in the story, I should point out that while I've never actually visited the studios of Philly's big NPR affiliate station, I was real-life employed for several years at New York City's equivalent, and getting one's head stuck in a cave was never a routine occurrence, even on bad days.

Jerry is nowhere to be found. I can't see or hear anyone. There's no room for an emergency crew to chisel a wider opening that would allow me to extract myself. As such, I panic to a degree that wakes me up from the dream and I spend the next 40 minutes awake with my heart racing, frantically reassuring myself that I have NOT actually accepted a job in Philadelphia where I will die of exposure / hunger / a heart attack on my first day.

#radio #weirddreams #wnyc #whyy

The radio DJ dream is a well-known phenomenon (at least in radio DJ circles). Typically, it involves some variation of the song playing only having 10 seconds left and you have nothing cued up, or the audio console has turned into bread, or coin-operated access devices have been added to the turntables and you don't have any loose change to operate them, etc. Typical worker-bee anxiety fare, only modified for the specifics of the industry.

Two nights ago, I had one which didn't involve DJ-ing per se, but definitely centered around broadcasting themes, so I'm granting it a hall pass for the purpose of this discussion.

I had been hired in some capacity at the big NPR affiliate station in Philadelphia. Upon arrival on my first day, I checked in at the reception desk where I was told to wait for my supervisor, whom we'll call "Jerry".

Jerry appears as per the prophecy. He is dressed like a dork from a lowbrow 1980s screwball comedy. He motions for me to follow him to my new office, so I pick up the trail as he leads me past various offices, studios, and production rooms. Soon, however, the environment changes to a dark warren of dungeon-like stone corridors, with tiny workspaces carved from the rock, each containing a solitary employee either typing furiously on a laptop or recording with a basic mic/audio console rig.

The labyrinthine stone corridors become increasingly narrow, and I find myself having to turn sideways in order to squeeze through them to keep pace with Jerry. In his pursuit, I am frequently forced to climb down rickety ladders or hoist myself up to new platforms, all covered in the same damp residue typically found deep underground.

At one such platform, I pull myself up, but realize there's no way my head is going to squeeze through the natural ingress created by two stone ledges. I express this concern aloud, and Jerry advises that I simply turn my head sideways. I follow his instruction and get my head through the opening, only to discover that my shoulders now face a similar challenge and that I'm unable to twist as required due to the tight squeeze. I attempt to back myself out, but have no success. I am trapped inside of a dark passageway which has cleaved a narrow opening from which I am unable to dislodge my head.

At this point in the story, I should point out that while I've never actually visited the studios of Philly's big NPR affiliate station, I was real-life employed for several years at New York City's equivalent, and getting one's head stuck in a cave was never a routine occurrence, even on bad days.

Jerry is nowhere to be found. I can't see or hear anyone. There's no room for an emergency crew to chisel a wider opening that would allow me to extract myself. As such, I panic to a degree that wakes me up from the dream and I spend the next 40 minutes awake with my heart racing, frantically reassuring myself that I have NOT actually accepted a job in Philadelphia where I will die of exposure / hunger / a heart attack on my first day.

#radio #weirddreams #wnyc #whyy

The radio DJ dream is a well-known phenomenon (at least in radio DJ circles). Typically, it involves some variation of the song playing only having 10 seconds left and you have nothing cued up, or the audio console has turned into bread, or coin-operated access devices have been added to the turntables and you don't have any loose change to operate them, etc. Typical worker-bee anxiety fare, only modified for the specifics of the industry.

Two nights ago, I had one which didn't involve DJ-ing per se, but definitely centered around broadcasting themes, so I'm granting it a hall pass for the purpose of this discussion.

I had been hired in some capacity at the big NPR affiliate station in Philadelphia. Upon arrival on my first day, I checked in at the reception desk where I was told to wait for my supervisor, whom we'll call "Jerry".

Jerry appears as per the prophecy. He is dressed like a dork from a lowbrow 1980s screwball comedy. He motions for me to follow him to my new office, so I pick up the trail as he leads me past various offices, studios, and production rooms. Soon, however, the environment changes to a dark warren of dungeon-like stone corridors, with tiny workspaces carved from the rock, each containing a solitary employee either typing furiously on a laptop or recording with a basic mic/audio console rig.

The labyrinthine stone corridors become increasingly narrow, and I find myself having to turn sideways in order to squeeze through them to keep pace with Jerry. In his pursuit, I am frequently forced to climb down rickety ladders or hoist myself up to new platforms, all covered in the same damp residue typically found deep underground.

At one such platform, I pull myself up, but realize there's no way my head is going to squeeze through the natural ingress created by two stone ledges. I express this concern aloud, and Jerry advises that I simply turn my head sideways. I follow his instruction and get my head through the opening, only to discover that my shoulders now face a similar challenge and that I'm unable to twist as required due to the tight squeeze. I attempt to back myself out, but have no success. I am trapped inside of a dark passageway which has cleaved a narrow opening from which I am unable to dislodge my head.

At this point in the story, I should point out that while I've never actually visited the studios of Philly's big NPR affiliate station, I was real-life employed for several years at New York City's equivalent, and getting one's head stuck in a cave was never a routine occurrence, even on bad days.

Jerry is nowhere to be found. I can't see or hear anyone. There's no room for an emergency crew to chisel a wider opening that would allow me to extract myself. As such, I panic to a degree that wakes me up from the dream and I spend the next 40 minutes awake with my heart racing, frantically reassuring myself that I have NOT actually accepted a job in Philadelphia where I will die of exposure / hunger / a heart attack on my first day.

#radio #weirddreams #wnyc #whyy

The radio DJ dream is a well-known phenomenon (at least in radio DJ circles). Typically, it involves some variation of the song playing only having 10 seconds left and you have nothing cued up, or the audio console has turned into bread, or coin-operated access devices have been added to the turntables and you don't have any loose change to operate them, etc. Typical worker-bee anxiety fare, only modified for the specifics of the industry.

Two nights ago, I had one which didn't involve DJ-ing per se, but definitely centered around broadcasting themes, so I'm granting it a hall pass for the purpose of this discussion.

I had been hired in some capacity at the big NPR affiliate station in Philadelphia. Upon arrival on my first day, I checked in at the reception desk where I was told to wait for my supervisor, whom we'll call "Jerry".

Jerry appears as per the prophecy. He is dressed like a dork from a lowbrow 1980s screwball comedy. He motions for me to follow him to my new office, so I pick up the trail as he leads me past various offices, studios, and production rooms. Soon, however, the environment changes to a dark warren of dungeon-like stone corridors, with tiny workspaces carved from the rock, each containing a solitary employee either typing furiously on a laptop or recording with a basic mic/audio console rig.

The labyrinthine stone corridors become increasingly narrow, and I find myself having to turn sideways in order to squeeze through them to keep pace with Jerry. In his pursuit, I am frequently forced to climb down rickety ladders or hoist myself up to new platforms, all covered in the same damp residue typically found deep underground.

At one such platform, I pull myself up, but realize there's no way my head is going to squeeze through the natural ingress created by two stone ledges. I express this concern aloud, and Jerry advises that I simply turn my head sideways. I follow his instruction and get my head through the opening, only to discover that my shoulders now face a similar challenge and that I'm unable to twist as required due to the tight squeeze. I attempt to back myself out, but have no success. I am trapped inside of a dark passageway which has cleaved a narrow opening from which I am unable to dislodge my head.

At this point in the story, I should point out that while I've never actually visited the studios of Philly's big NPR affiliate station, I was real-life employed for several years at New York City's equivalent, and getting one's head stuck in a cave was never a routine occurrence, even on bad days.

Jerry is nowhere to be found. I can't see or hear anyone. There's no room for an emergency crew to chisel a wider opening that would allow me to extract myself. As such, I panic to a degree that wakes me up from the dream and I spend the next 40 minutes awake with my heart racing, frantically reassuring myself that I have NOT actually accepted a job in Philadelphia where I will die of exposure / hunger / a heart attack on my first day.

#radio #weirddreams #wnyc #whyy

Weird dreams abound.

So I had a dream last night where I was asked to officiate at the last second for a couple because their officiant bailed, only to find out that the groom had no idea wtf a marriage license even was, didn’t even know where his birth certificate had gone so that they could APPLY for a marriage license, and the bride wasn’t all that invested either. When she found out that we’d have to reschedule the wedding or else it wouldn’t be legally binding at all, she went “oh well, I guess we can play darts instead like you did during YOUR first wedding!” I was like “wtf? I didn’t throw darts during my first wedding?????”

And it got even stranger because when I woke up, I told Emerson about this batshit dream. He was shOCKED because I was describing HIS COUSIN’S WEDDING almost to a T, and during his aunt’s first wedding, they’d played darts! I didn’t know ANY of this beforehand.

Hell yeah for going back in time in my sleep I GUESS…

-Allēna

#bizarre #Emerson #timeTravel #wedding #weirdDreams

Weird dreams abound.

So I had a dream last night where I was asked to officiate at the last second for a couple because their officiant bailed, only to find out that the groom had no idea wtf a marriage license even was, didn’t even know where his birth certificate had gone so that they could APPLY for a marriage license, and the bride wasn’t all that invested either. When she found out that we’d have to reschedule the wedding or else it wouldn’t be legally binding at all, she went “oh well, I guess we can play darts instead like you did during YOUR first wedding!” I was like “wtf? I didn’t throw darts during my first wedding?????”

And it got even stranger because when I woke up, I told Emerson about this batshit dream. He was shOCKED because I was describing HIS COUSIN’S WEDDING almost to a T, and during his aunt’s first wedding, they’d played darts! I didn’t know ANY of this beforehand.

Hell yeah for going back in time in my sleep I GUESS…

-Allēna

#bizarre #Emerson #timeTravel #wedding #weirdDreams

I really need to find an excuse to bring my A500 (w/ TF536) out of storage more, if only just to admire the black case from A1200.net, they do such a good job. At some point I need to do the keypads too, but I kind of like the white on black. For Amiga owners with multiple machines, do you have specific tasks you like to do with each, or do you just have one as your primary?

#Amiga #retrocomputing #WeirdDreams

I really need to find an excuse to bring my A500 (w/ TF536) out of storage more, if only just to admire the black case from A1200.net, they do such a good job. At some point I need to do the keypads too, but I kind of like the white on black. For Amiga owners with multiple machines, do you have specific tasks you like to do with each, or do you just have one as your primary?

#Amiga #retrocomputing #WeirdDreams

I really need to find an excuse to bring my A500 (w/ TF536) out of storage more, if only just to admire the black case from A1200.net, they do such a good job. At some point I need to do the keypads too, but I kind of like the white on black. For Amiga owners with multiple machines, do you have specific tasks you like to do with each, or do you just have one as your primary?

#Amiga #retrocomputing #WeirdDreams

I really need to find an excuse to bring my A500 (w/ TF536) out of storage more, if only just to admire the black case from A1200.net, they do such a good job with their cases. At some point I need to do the keypads too, but I kind of like the white on black. For Amiga owners with multiple machines, do you have specific tasks you like to do with each, or do you just have one as your primary?

#Amiga #retrocomputing #WeirdDreams

I really need to find an excuse to bring my A500 (w/ TF536) out of storage more, if only just to admire the black case from A1200.net, they do such a good job with their cases. At some point I need to do the keypads too, but I kind of like the white on black. For Amiga owners with multiple machines, do you have specific tasks you like to do with each, or do you just have one as your primary?

#Amiga #retrocomputing #WeirdDreams

Dreamt that I was diving in the River Taff (goggles, no snorkel). I found lots of 2p coins and a surprising array of microprocessors. #WeirdDreams

Dreamt that I was diving in the River Taff (goggles, no snorkel). I found lots of 2p coins and a surprising array of microprocessors. #WeirdDreams

Dreamt that I was diving in the River Taff (goggles, no snorkel). I found lots of 2p coins and a surprising array of microprocessors. #WeirdDreams

Dreamt that I was diving in the River Taff (goggles, no snorkel). I found lots of 2p coins and a surprising array of microprocessors. #WeirdDreams

Dreamt that I was diving in the River Taff (goggles, no snorkel). I found lots of 2p coins and a surprising array of microprocessors. #WeirdDreams

Well, I guess it's good I remember I'm celiac in my dreams

Does anybody else experience dreams and memories from a third person view, or is that just me?

#insomnia #weirddreams

Does anybody else experience dreams and memories from a third person view, or is that just me?

#insomnia #weirddreams

Does anybody else experience dreams and memories from a third person view, or is that just me?

#insomnia #weirddreams

Does anybody else experience dreams and memories from a third person view, or is that just me?

#insomnia #weirddreams

Does anybody else experience dreams and memories from a third person view, or is that just me?

#insomnia #weirddreams

Two nights ago I dreamt that Spouse and I returned home from a vacation to find our floors were full of holes roughly two inches wide. Spouse said, "No worries, I called the 2-Inch Hole Company."

I was, like, "But why is our floor full of 2-inch holes?"

And he said, "No idea, but if anyone figures it out, it'll be the 2-Inch Hole Company."

Okay then.

#WeirdDreams

Two nights ago I dreamt that Spouse and I returned home from a vacation to find our floors were full of holes roughly two inches wide. Spouse said, "No worries, I called the 2-Inch Hole Company."

I was, like, "But why is our floor full of 2-inch holes?"

And he said, "No idea, but if anyone figures it out, it'll be the 2-Inch Hole Company."

Okay then.

#WeirdDreams

Two nights ago I dreamt that Spouse and I returned home from a vacation to find our floors were full of holes roughly two inches wide. Spouse said, "No worries, I called the 2-Inch Hole Company."

I was, like, "But why is our floor full of 2-inch holes?"

And he said, "No idea, but if anyone figures it out, it'll be the 2-Inch Hole Company."

Okay then.

#WeirdDreams

Two nights ago I dreamt that Spouse and I returned home from a vacation to find our floors were full of holes roughly two inches wide. Spouse said, "No worries, I called the 2-Inch Hole Company."

I was, like, "But why is our floor full of 2-inch holes?"

And he said, "No idea, but if anyone figures it out, it'll be the 2-Inch Hole Company."

Okay then.

#WeirdDreams

I was married and a superhero fighting a supervillain who had bought a child but I was taking care of the child but nervous about letting her know her “mom” was a villain now. And somehow the Avengers were involved but it was new Avengers so I didn’t know who they were.

In case I need another reason to be sleepy. #WeirdDreams

I was married and a superhero fighting a supervillain who had bought a child but I was taking care of the child but nervous about letting her know her “mom” was a villain now. And somehow the Avengers were involved but it was new Avengers so I didn’t know who they were.

In case I need another reason to be sleepy. #WeirdDreams

I was married and a superhero fighting a supervillain who had bought a child but I was taking care of the child but nervous about letting her know her “mom” was a villain now. And somehow the Avengers were involved but it was new Avengers so I didn’t know who they were.

In case I need another reason to be sleepy. #WeirdDreams

I was married and a superhero fighting a supervillain who had bought a child but I was taking care of the child but nervous about letting her know her “mom” was a villain now. And somehow the Avengers were involved but it was new Avengers so I didn’t know who they were.

In case I need another reason to be sleepy. #WeirdDreams