This post was inspired by a dream misadventure I had last night where I was just minding my own business getting gophers out of the rice field, then suddenly on the intercom/announcements (which I did not expect to have in my dream, since I was outside, not in a building), a voice said “attention, this is a representative of the fediverse speaking… going into effect today, dreamland itself, err, everyone’s dreams, are now a part of the fediverse; that is all, happy floating on cloud nine” and then suddenly a bunch of Stalingrad ninjas popped out of nowhere and ambushed me (yeah, how would you react if that’s the case). So I guess I’m not even safe from everyone in my sleep.

  • @tamal3
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    12 months ago

    Oh no, ask and ye shall receive, I guess – the very next night I remembered a series of dreams about Bluey for no reason at all. I’ve never even seen Bluey.

    Still, it was fun to remember the dreams. I suspect smoking weed to fall asleep makes me less likely to remember dreams?