“God, why do you give me your hardest character development?”

“Because you’re my most boring person.”

Nah, it was damp.

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.

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

Guys, the Switch 2 violence is not necessary.

Nintendo yourself a favor and get lost before you catch DS fists.

Like fine Wine.

Kat Dennings archetype

pale white woman

There’s a difference

The Computer doesn’t make me feel bad for my hobbies.
The Computer doesn’t question my life choices. The Computer doesn’t judge me on appearance. The Computer tells me if we have a problem right away. The Computer doesn’t cancel plans at the last second. The Computer is there for me if I need it. The Computer doesn’t forget what made it fun in the first place. The Computer doesn’t make me feel neglected.

Maybe if people would be a little nicer to each other we wouldn’t have to replace them with screens.

Back in the day most media was designed around commercial interruptions. Watch some old cartoons on Netflix, they often have “fade to black” moments after which the last 10 seconds are repeated. Nowadays commercials are algorithmically inserted into content to maximize viewership, meaning that more often then not a YouTube commercial will play right before the most important bit of the video.

sleeping forever :)

But on the flip side. If you tell somebody something they don’t know like:

‘You can open links in new tabs by klicking on them with the mouse wheel.’

Or

‘You can reopen closed tabs by pressing Ctrl+Shift+T’

They look at you like you’ve just shown them the meaning of life. Bonus points if you see them using it later.

Those men are just very good friends.

I do that with gas, but everybody knows the .9 cents are implied.

Those human leather hats aren’t gonna make themselves.

If a knife isn’t meant to cut my own wrists, why am I holding it a perfect arms length away?

Check mate arteries 😏

Don’t forget the classics:

• AI voice describing a mildly interesting video and injecting false information
• Podcast snippet with Minecraft Parkour or GTA racing at the bottom
• Movie or Series scene with one of those 5 shitty songs placed on top.

Most of the people on the list have been successful actors/actress longer than Halle was alive.