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But the Red Shirt option was a strong third.
I am going to take an opportunity to make the random thought thread into a random dream thread. I donāt usually have dreams that stick with me very long, nor have very disturbing dreams, but last night was an exception.
I dreamed that there was a hole in my chest, just gaping open. There was no blood and no pain, just a whole that you could see clearly into my insides. And Iām trying to get people to help me, just take a look, patch me up, but nobody is taking me seriously. Everyone is saying oh, youāll be fine, get a bandaid, thatāll heal right up. And Iām saying no, look, thereās this gaping hole right below my sternum, thatās not right! But nobody would listen, nobody really cared. They werenāt necessarily unsympathetic to my problem, just clearly considered my issues to be way down their list of priorities.
And thatās it. Iām just wandering, unable to get anyoneās real attention, just gaping open. I woke up and my mind was in a turmoil. I donāt really know why, I canāt really say this dream has any analog with a real life situation that I can think of. If I take the most superficial reading, am I concerned about the state of healthcare, or maybe general lack of societal cohesion in Trumpās America? Hell if I know, but Iām finding this hard to shake. Just wanted to get it off my chest, uh you know what I mean.
Probably something to do with armchair liberals.
Or maybe I should just lay off the spicy foods and beer so close to bedtime.
Chives are just skinny scallions and we should all stop enabling their bullshit.
(I know theyāre not. But a recipe called for chives and now I have like 9/10s of a bunch of chives rapidly wilting and itās hot bullshit because Iāve always got scallions lying around)
Iām pretty sure chives are just completely made up. And youāll never convince me that capers arenāt actually rat droppings.
Youāve hit upon the real problem, though. What if I just want, like, two scallions? The supply chain conspires against me. I cook for two people. I go through a full grocery-store-sized bundle of scallions before they go bad approximately never. Itās unfair.
So real talk, garlic chives, which are easy as hell to find at Asian grocers, are like 90% better than chives for every case except when you want tiny pieces of garlicky-oniony green stuff in your food without having to do much work, especially because they have scallion-esque lifespans.
Mind you, they still sell the fucking things by the metric ton, because, well, international groceries and all, but whatevs :)
The most obvious reading to me isnāt about Trumpmerica or whatever but (and I donāt usually do this, dreams are bullshit and random and Iām not a person who gets a book about dream readings or goes to a psychic, alright) is that you are having a problem and no one else is taking you seriously. What you described is what people who are depressed go through. āHey, I have this gaping wound in my chest but no one is taking me seriouslyā is pretty much a transcription of what people who are massively depressed say about their problems. Rather than depressed it could be any number of other mental conditions, which are super real to the person experiencing them but no one else can see or help with whatās going on. Marriage in trouble? Family member dying? No one is going to say anything more than basically āIām sorry, that sucks,ā but that doesnāt help you at all. Maybe youāre just visualizing that.
/armchair psychologist
Or itās just some random synapses firing and your brain is trying to make sense of them. Visual of gaping wound in chest triggered your adrenaline response which has effects on your memory so you remembered it this time.
The thing is, I canāt think of any real problems that make me think, of course! My brain is trying to resolve this. Iām almost embarrrassed to say things are going really well with my life at the moment. Iāve got the standard hitches and speed bumps like everybody but nothing serious.
I guess what Iām trying to say is that the imagery and intensity of feeling within the dream, the helplessness, seemed very out of balance with anything going on in my life. I guess that dichotomy is adding to the oddness of the feeling. But maybe you have the right of it, sometimes a messed up dream is just a messed up dream.
Actually, yeah:
After doing years of bemoaning and bitching about my situation, Iāll take this thread to say that life has gone pretty well the last year or so, all things considered. Gf got a great job with amazing medical care, and while all her issues arenāt over with by a long shot, sheās on a path to health. Her income suddenly going from $0 to 10% more than what I make turned a dire financial situation into one where weāre just shoving money onto debts and into savings because we donāt know what to do with it. . . (and for reference, weāre still a long ways off from even breaking 6 digits pre-tax combined, but honestly, we live pretty fucking frugal). Iāve made some amazing friends in my local area, cook food I love, play games I love, and somehow still have a job.
So, like. . . yay. I donāt mean to rub that in anyoneās face that isnāt having a good time right now, but I think I spent so much time crying my soul out to you guys when things were at their worst that karma demands I at least express some portion of the extreme gratefulness I feel for my current situation.
Garlic chives just donāt seem to come in small quantities. Iāve purchased a bundle at the local chinese grocery specifically to make a big batch of chive dumplings and I still wind up with half the bundle left over.
If you say so.
Just sautee them with some scrambled eggs for a protein, or bean sprouts for a veggie dish.
Thatās nice to hear. Always good to see someone suddenly happy with the way things are. :)
So the wife showed me a video of a ghost. It was really shitty video of someone wearing white or bright clothing running by a really crappy secutity camera.
I explained to her that I would be glad to go to any allegedly haunted house in the world and spend the night. Just a few rules.
- I bring my own food and water.
- I am the only one in the house.
- I get to bring my guns and ammo with me.
Why number three? Because I want to make number two very clear. If I am the only one in the house I wonāt be bothered by someone left strategically behind to cause issues. Would you āhauntā a house if you had the chance of being shot? The ghosts wouldnāt care. Only the live folks that are trying to fuck with me.
I donāt see how that ends well. Seems like one of two possible outcomes: ghost isnāt real, in which case you perforate a prankster, or ghost is real and guns probably arenāt going to help much.
The prankster wonāt take the chance. At least I would hope. The second part is not going to happen. There are no ghosts. Only pranksters.
Edit: To clarify. If Iām going to be alone in a haunted house, fine. Let me be alone. Iāll have recording equipment. Iāll film the whole thing. But you have to be sure that Iām alone. Iāll make sure of that. I have a gun or guns. No ghost will be hurt. If some idiot wants to fuck with me, so be it.
Iāll prove that there is no ghost. Anywhere.
I mean, James Randi will give you a million bucks if you can prove the ghost is real!*
*No one has ever claimed the money.
In the surprise twist ending, you shoot at a real ghost and get killed by a ricochet. Then Red Serling steps out and makes a witty one-liner about it.
Shotguns are loaded with salt, of course.