Seriously I just had a dream where I was taken into an office by one of my professors and she was like “so can you get this done on time” and I was like “yeah, sure, totally!” And she replies “Oh, thank god you’re a capitalist!” And I was like what-the-hell “NONONO I’m definitely not a capitalist!” And she goes "Uh huh, sure. Me too. janet-wink "

kitty-cri does this count as bullying myself if my brain creates my dreams?"

  • Nakoichi [they/them]@hexbear.netEnglish
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    2 months ago

    At least you didn’t get kidnapped to a maoist cult where you had to duke it out with baseball bats while arguing about the immediate abolishment of the commodity form that lasted for what felt like weeks and was terrifyingly vivid like I did last night. Yes this happened to me last night.

    It was like an American version of the Japanese RAF operating in an abandoned Army firing range where the barracks had been turned into a squat and also included some straight up cosmic horror shit that finally woke me up literally screaming.

    I was afraid to go back to sleep.

  • Red_Sunshine_Over_Florida [he/him]@hexbear.netEnglish
    3·
    2 months ago

    That’s rude of your dream to say that. I’d be pissed if my mind did that to me. I don’t like getting confused like that by my imagination.

    I had one of those dreams last night where I go back to do high school again, despite being in my late 20s but, this time I was like: “Hold on, why am I here? My favorite teacher doesn’t even teach at this school anymore.” (For context, he’s the Republican turned socdem who unironically says “damn white people” when we get to the chapter on the Scramble for Africa).

  • Belly_Beanis [he/him]@hexbear.netEnglish
    2·
    2 months ago

    Last night I dreamed it was a snow day and so a bunch of people from high school came to my house. We looked around for some food to make for lunch which we only had crabs in the freezer. So we started baking crabs, the sink got clogged with spices, and we stood around in the kitchen trying to see who could do the best Al Capone impression. Then my mom came down and chewed us out for cooking all the crabs and wasting the spices but really I woke up and my mom was yelling at me to shut the fuck up and stop laughing. The dream also had a dog who we let out into the snow because he wanted to play in it. This was useful because he was barking in the kitchen wanting us to feed him some crabs.

    In other words, in my dreams, I crab post. I don’t do libshit like talk to my professor about homework. 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀