Below are the 25 most recent journal entries.
I had a dream I was walking through the Heidelberg Project. But it was full of these magically-animated dioramas that did performances as you walked by. When I tried to leave, they changed their performance. Now each one was all about trying to convince me to join the diorama and become part it forever.
I had a dream that all around the world, random people got random superpowers. My superpower was that my body was made of unbreachable metallic armor, and my arms were machine guns that could fire an infinite amount of bullets.
I panicked. I couldn't figure out how to stop my machine guns from firing. Around me, this caused other superpowered individuals with even more destructive powers to panic. Soon, the city was mostly on fire, among other disasters. This happened all over the world.
Eventually, the panic subsided. I felt really bad about my part in it. I blamed myself. I thought maybe if I hadn't panicked, it others wouldn't have panicked and maybe the disaster wouldn't have happened.
So I started a foundation whose purpose was to give reparations to people who were harmed in the panic. I planned on doing my part to fund the foundation by safely shooting off my guns and collecting the copper from the casings of the bullets. After all, I could produce infinite bullets! In doing this, though, I produced way more lead than was useful. Lead is highly toxic, so I experimented with whether I could change ammo types. I found that the only other ammo I could use was depleted uranium, so I decided to switch back to lead. I also experimented to see if I could collect the bullets without firing them, so that the gunpowder could be used in useful applications. Alas, no.
So, how were people supposed to collect money from the foundation? It was so open-ended! Could I and should I have some kind of process by which people had to prove that the damage they're claiming was in fact caused by the super panic? Should I put a time limit, like people had to submit their claims by X time? That way, we might have a more manageable and predictable burden.
I found someone whose superpower was to be an excellent lawyer, and they wrote the rules for the foundation.
Eventually, I met someone who was a reality bender! They could edit history! I asked him if we could make it so the super panic had never happened. He was worried, because when he left anything unspecified in his history edits, they tended to be filled in the worst way. So the two of us sat around and designed an alternative history. We tried our best to make it airtight and fully specified. Finally, we were satisfied, and implemented that history.
In the new version, the super panic never happened! People discovered their powers calmly and nobody accidentally destroyed any cities.
Soon, however, a faction of fascist super people developed who had the philosophy that might makes right, and they decided to try to take over the world, and a huge war erupted!
This was also no good. So I found the reality bender again. We decided to make up a safer way to use superpowers. It could potentially be useful to be able to summon infinite copper, for example, but maybe there should be some rules you have to follow. Hoops to jump through in order to get the copper, for example. Like, we needed some sort of API for reality.
"You mean, like physics?" he pointed out.
Indeed, we couldn't come up with anything better. So we decided to just re-implement the non-superpowers version of reality.
And then I woke up. From that ... dream???
I had a dream that I was Hitler! It turns out I wasn't so much full of hate as I was full of cowardice.
It seemed to me that we were headed for a World War, and the only thing I cared about was that I did not personally fight in it. I thought the safest thing to do would be to be the leader of the country. That oughta make me pretty safe from the war! And the best way to become the leader would be to spout hate-filled vitriol, because that's what the people wanted to hear.
So, I guess it was all a misunderstanding???
I had a dream that I was poking around a Catholic church, looking for a shrine dedicated to Saint Bartholomew. I had brought a stainless steel saucepan full of cold saltwater. I was going to trap his soul in it!
I had a dream that the moon's orbit was decaying a little bit, and as a result, at the next solar eclipse, gravitational lensing was going to cause the moon to act like a magnifying glass and the Earth was going to act like an ant with the sunlight magnified at it. So I ran some computer simulations and figured out how to solve the problem: Everybody on the Earth was supposed to take everything reflective they had and point it at a certain spot on the moon when it was visible during the day. Ablation would cause the moon to accelerate back into a safe orbit for the next couple tens of thousands of years.
I had a dream that I kidnapped my 10-year-old daughter that I had. I don't know how it started, but it was some sort of mistake/misunderstanding, where instead of admitting the mistake and doing the right thing, I compounded it with making bad choices, and the next thing I knew, I was kidnapping her and if I ever brought her back home, I'd never get to see her again cuz I'd go to jail, so I had to stay on the lam.
I had a car that was like a 1970s muscle car, which allowed me to outrun the police, but it had modern-day gas mileage somehow, so it was easier to afford gas for it. The gas mileage wasn't even that great, but it was like 22mpg, whereas the real muscle cars from the 70s had like 7mpg.
That analysis of gas mileage was literally a part of my dream, with those exact numbers.
The car was basically this one: It was yellow and had the intake thing that came up from the hood.
Anyway, here are the adventures we had:
We tried to go to a restaurant to eat, but we had no money, so they let us sit and eat corn flakes that we had brought. I resolved to look for odd jobs while we were on the road.
We visited the "Cardiff Castle". Not the real Cardiff Castle, but in fact an old, fancy tree in Utah that had died of natural causes and its remains had weathered and rotted so that it looked like a cool castle. Actually, it looked like the archaeological remains of a cool castle's foundation. The way its roots were laid out made it look like roads leading up to the castle. But it was a tourist trap. I guess the nearby community had some Welsh settlers and that's why they named it "Cardiff Castle".
When I woke up, I looked up Cardiff Castle on wikipedia to see if there really was a tourist trap like this. The only hit I got was for the real Cardiff Castle -- a castle in Cardiff, Wales. I was probably thinking of the Coral Castle.
In another episode, we talked about what roads to take. We had been avoiding the freeway and sticking to the highways and country roads, because we thought we would be harder to detect on those roads. But then we found this area full of farms with private roads. I thought we'd be even less detectable if we went on the private roads. So we started driving on those. But I went to the farmhouse at one of the farms, to ask permission to use their roads, and to see if they had any odd jobs we could do, cuz we were driving constantly and needed money for food and gas. The person at the farmhouse said that we could use the private roads if we really thought that was a good idea, but the private roads connected with some federal park land further up. He said that if we stayed on the main roads, we'd only have to deal with state and county police, but if we took the park roads, we'd also have to deal with park rangers! When he said that, I realized that he knew who we were and that they must've been showing our pictures on TV. I decided not to do any odd jobs, and to just drive as fast as we could to get out of there, especially since the next thing that guy was probably gonna do was call the police.
In another episode, we stopped at some sort of watering-hole. It was put by the side of the road as a public service for people who were driving livestock trucks, so that you could spray water into your truck to cool your animals and let them drink.
There were a bunch of italian drivers there, for some reason. One of them thought my daughter was cute (she was), and took her picture. Later, we got an email. He had sent her picture to "Doctor Alford's Smile Floss", and they wanted to use her picture on the next box.
I said no, because it seemed like a bad omen, because the "Alford Plea" is where you plead guilty to the crime but say "I'm not actually guilty, I just think I'm gonna lose this case, so I'm making a plea deal."
I guess my dream thought that "Alford" sounded like an Italian name. That's the only reason I can think of that my dream would have specified that there were Italians there. But now that I'm awake, Alford seems like a highly English name. I don't know what I was thinking.
In the final episode, I called her mom (Naomi) so the two of them could talk. The daughter started crying on the phone and said she was scared and wanted to go home. This was a big surprise to me! I had thought she was having a good time!
So I decided to send her home on a bus, even though I knew that meant I'd never get to see her again. I stayed on the lam, though. Forever, as far as I knew.
Smash the patriarchy, oh lord
I had a dream that I was God, and even I couldn't smash the patriarchy!
The problem was that I was trying to do it without directly controlling everybody's minds.
First, I tried just telling everybody to treat women equally. That caused a lot of people to talk a lot, but it changed their behavior not at all.
Then I tried manifesting myself on Earth and trying to get laws passed and stuff. I went to the white house and told them I wanted to speak to the president. They were like "uh huh, and who are you?" I was like "Okay, I'm going to sound like a crazy person, but I'm God personified on Earth." They were like "Yep, you sound like a crazy person." I was like "Here's something that should help you believe me. You are about to pick up the phone and call the president. Then you say what you want to say." Much to his surprise, he picked up the phone and called the president. When the president answered, though, he was like "Um, false alarm, sir."
I eventually got some bills to the floor of congress, though, and I tried to fix the vote by making the misogynist legislators vanish during the vote. But the people didn't think that was fair, and didn't take a vote.
Meanwhile, all my meddling was causing a huge backlash among the populace. It was like all sorts of people, and not just gamers, had joined Gamergate. People were joining into gangs and smashing windows and beating up feminists and stuff.
What this goes to show is that I should really make a plan, in case I ever become god.
I had a dream that I was a new rookie Agent at the SCP Foundation. A more experienced Agent was showing me around.
The first thing he pointed out was that I should ignore database entries from Agent 5114. Apparently, this was not a real person, and was instead some kind of paranormal imitation phenomenon, designated SCP-5114. It had gotten into the Foundation database, so it generated new files that were similar to the files around it, dealing with cataloguing and containing paranormal phenomena. But the articles written by Agent 5114 made no sense at all, and were not about real things. Just ignore them. Apparently, Agent 5114 also physically manifested sometimes. A Mobile Task Force would be deployed to investigate a phenomenon, and while they were there, Agent 5114 would appear and start acting like he was part of the Task Force, except he would just grab random things and start chattering about their supposed anomalous properties and how to contain them.
The Foundation was eventually able to contain SCP 5114 in this way: When he manifested in a Task Force one day, they never recalled that Task Force. Instead, members were just replaced on different shifts, and the Task Force was redeployed to a warehouse where the Foundation stored non-anomalous office supplies.
My escort introduced me to SCP 5114. I tried to have a conversation, but SCP 5114 was too busy taking apart a broken VCR and spouting off nonsensical containment procedures.
Next, my escort took me to an apartment (designated Site 84), where there was a chair. Whenever someone sat in the chair, they would not get out of the chair. No amount of force could move either the person or the chair. The person would still talk and act like themselves, but they required no food or water, and never needed to eliminate. If you asked them why they were sitting in the chair, they would say "I don't want someone to take my seat. This is a good seat."
In order to show me how dangerous SCP objects can be, my escort next showed me cemetery gate. If you go to the other side of the gate, you are now dead, but you don't realize it and neither does anybody else. They just assume you're still alive and continue interacting with you as though you are. You feel alive, and continue to do things, even though you're not actually there - you're actually lying dead in the cemetery. The cemetery was founded in the 1870s. In times past, you could go for a long time without anybody noticing that you were dead! However, you have no effect on machines. You don't show up on cameras, you can't drive cars, you can't open automatic doors. If someone notices the discrepancy, they will suddenly realize you're not there, and then so do you, and now you're dead.
Then my escort showed me a lucky rabbit's foot they had in containment. Before he was able to warn me not to touch it, I touched it. I now had a memetic infection: I now *HATED* rabbits, and would take every opportunity to bring this up.
Now, this is the sort of thing I could live with, but the Foundation decided that since I was compromised, I needed to be imprisoned and studied forever. Oops!!
Puppies and Kittens and Rainbows
I had a dream that I was at a wedding when a bunch of angels busted in and took over the mic. They apologized for not taking better care of humanity, but they just now realized that the indoors existed, so they were not aware of most of the things that were going on!
Someone asked why bad things happen to good people.
The angel said: "You like puppies and kittens and rainbows, right? Well, you can't have any of that stuff unless it sometimes rains cats and dogs!"
I had a dream that there were these aliens invading. Their natural state was a big ol blob, but they could also convincingly take any shape. They could infect people too, and then they would turn into amorphous shape-shifters.
The infected humans usually shape-shifted back to their original shape and kept acting like they used to act. Very little changed, EXCEPT that they now strongly believed that everybody should be infected by the aliens. This was very different from how most people felt!
Infected humans could infect other people, but only if the other human was willing to be infected. But the infected humans saw no problem with lying like crazy or manipulating people to get them to "agree" to be infected. My infected pharmacist wouldn't fill my prescription for antidepressants. She said that if I got really depressed, I would long for the community provided by being infected by the aliens.
National Health Plan
I had a dream that someone was denied cancer treatment by his insurance company, so he went to the insurance company and shot up the place and was killed by the police, instead of waiting for the cancer to do it.
The media tried to treat it like a regular mass shooting, but the public reacted differently. They started picketing in front of insurance companies, so employees had to walk the gauntlet as they went to work. They held up big signs with pictures of people who had died due to being denied treatment by the insurance company. The signs said things like "who is the real mass murderer?"
By the time I woke up, it looked like this was going to start lawmakers talking seriously about a national health plan.
I had a dream that I was a German boy, and when I turned 16, I was drafted into the Nazi army! I did not want to be in the Nazi army, for many reasons!
We were finally brought to the battle, to fight against some Americans. As we were waiting for the order to charge, one of my squadmates accidentally shot another one. Then everybody turned and looked like they were going to kill him. So I shot another squadmate and said to the first guy, "come on, let's defect!"
We ran through the battle, tearing off our uniforms to lessen the chances that the Americans would shoot us as we tried to surrender. The plan was that we would surrender and then live out the rest of the war in a POW camp.
But when we got to the Americans, there was a whole bunch of confusion going on, and we just got herded onto a transport to be taken back to base, as though we were American soldiers.
At this point, I lost track of my friend. Since he took no part in my subsequent adventures, it kind of makes me wonder: Did I make up that accident, or even that entire person? Maybe I just didn't want to think of myself as someone that would shoot someone just to get what I want, so I made up that I was rescuing someone.
Whatever happened there, I was shipped back to America. I had been to England as a kid, so I knew a little English. I figured that, if I didn't say much, I might not be found out.
And it mostly worked.
I didn't know what to do in America, so I went to high school (I was still 16). But soon, I was found out as being German, and people thought I was a spy and were going to arrest me, so I ran. I was living on the street, stealing things for a living. Eventually, I fell in with some kind of gang. They robbed jewellery stores.
I guess I lived with them for awhile. But at some point, they started turning to violent crimes that I didn't want to be part of, so I ran again.
Before I woke up, what was going on was that I was going to live on a hippy commune!
I wonder how differently my life would have turned out if I had successfully become a POW. Or if I hadn't defected at all. Maybe I could have had a legitimate life, and not had to worry about being caught all the time. I guess we'll never know.
Space pirates are not as fun as you may think.
I had a dream that I lived on this one planet, but most of the people at the planet lived on the station in orbit over it. There was like 20,000 people on the surface and like a million people in orbit. But pirates decided they didn't like how our civilization kept law and order in that solar system! They wanted to smuggle things out and our ships kept stopping them. So they got a fleet together and blew up the station!
So now there were huge labor shortages on the planet itself. It took most of our effort just to keep the surface habitat running. Harsh weather, extreme cold. That's the sort of thing we had to contend with. Also, most of the agricultural facilities were on the station! We were going to have to all pull together to stay alive.
One day, I saw a bunch of people marched up against the wall to face a firing squad! Fortunately, the firing squad only had squirt guns, but still -- that is no way to treat people. "Hey," I said. "What do you think you're doing?"
The wetsecutionsers said "These people didn't do their chores!" I said "That's no excuse to do mock executions!" And I wrestled one of the squirt guns away from one of them and used it to squirt the executioners. They were all running around and squirting me, and I was squirting them. We were all getting wet.
"See, THIS is what you're supposed to do with squirt guns!" I said.
Alternate Universe Shennanigans
I had a dream that my friends rented a moving truck from Jack's Hardware. It turned out that, due to some weird consequence of the rules of the universe, when you parked that specific truck in that specific parking spot and put the key in the ignition, a portal to another universe opened above the truck!
If you stood under the portal and looked up, you'd see the ground of the other universe. If you crawled on top of the car and jumped up, you'd go through the portal and the gravity of the other universe would catch you and you'd fall to the ground there.
We jumped into the other universe to check it out.
It was a lot like ours. The people were human and lived in cities like ours, and even spoke English! They had a different writing system, based on hieroglyphics that we couldn't read.
There was a music concert of some kind there. I guess it was similar to one of those things where all the high schools send their musicians. We decided to see what the alien music was like. It was okay. Pretty similar to ours. We couldn't read the programs, though.
Over the next week or so, we jumped over to the other universe increasingly casually, to see what was going on.
However, on one jump, we started to feel like people were suspicious of us, and it might be a little dangerous. Someone was talking to some cops and pointing at us, so we got out of there quick and jumped back through the portal.
Over dinner at my house, I realized that Juliet the dog did not make it back to our side with us! Ignoring all danger, and all warnings from friends, I went back to the portal myself.
Whoever was last through the portal, they did not shut it down. They just covered it with cardboard. So I took the cardboard down and jumped through.
Pretty quickly, I got arrested. On what charge? I have no idea, I have no knowledge of their legal system.
They took me to see the king! He said that he was going to send me to the scientists so they could dissect me and figure out stuff about my universe.
So I decided to challenge him to a duel for my freedom! I didn't know if that was a thing, but sometimes things like this work in Earth fiction, so why not try it?
The king thought that was amusing and accepted the duel. Apparently, I was lucky: Duels in this society were not to the death. We had little pompoms velcroed to our backs. The goal of the duel was to get the pompom off your opponent. We also had swords with pompoms. If your sword loses its pompom, you have to stop using it. Now, I was given a rapier, whereas the king had a big ol' sword and some kind of staff with a half-moon blade on the top. "I am the king, after all," he said, by way of justifying the imbalance in weaponry. "We can't just have people challenging the king to duels and winning all the time over here."
Well, as it turns out, the king expected me to be dueling in the formalistic style of their culture. Being unaware of that tradition, I rushed him, knocked his weapons aside with my hands, and grabbed the pompom off his back. I won! Fair and square. Nothing actually said this was against the rules, it just defied expectations.
So, this meant that I was king now!
The former king's first wife decided to be with me and stay being the queen. She seemed like a perfectly reasonable person, and it seemed like she was really the brains and wisdom of the kingdom -- at least, this was my impression from my brief conversation with her. The rest of the former king's wives wanted to stay with him because they liked him. I was a little worried about their prospects, but I figured that even if they did have to take minimum wage jobs to get by, with that many adults in the household, they should be able to get by. And for all I know, they'd have a lucrative speaking career, or make a bunch of money writing books or something.
The queen and I had a brief wedding right then and there. Featuring: "I, Ryan, take you, ... uh, ... *psst. Hey, you. Person I randomly selected as best man. I did not actually catch her name.*" Ambriel was her name.
My plans included getting her to teach me to read their heiroglyphics.
But first, we had a bunch of business to attend to! A bunch of supplicants were there for when the king was holding court. I had been one of them, but there was a long line after me. Also, I sent some of my guards to look for Juliet!
It seemed like for most of them, my ascension either mooted their complaints, or they were afraid because they didn't know what I was like. So most of the supplicants just said something like "I just wanted to, um, congratulate you on your ascension."
One guy, though, had figured out that if you make a dousing rod out of aluminum foil, it would project a faint image from my universe onto a wall! I thought that looked pretty handy, so I sent him to see the scientists. I checked, though. It was not a portal that you could go through.
So, even though there was still a long line of supplicants, the queen said that it was time to stop holding court. I guess that was something that was okay to do. Sure, whatever.
So I decided that I should take her to see my universe! We'd do a better job if we both understood each other's cultures. And I'd like her to meet my friends and family and stuff.
So we went to where the portal was, but it was gone! Probably what had happened was that the people who work at Jack's Hardware noticed that the moving truck was in the parking lot with the keys in the ignition and were like "what the heck?" and moved it back to where it's supposed to be. But if anything is at all different, the portal disappears. If the truck is somewhere else, if the keys aren't in the ignition. It was such a fluke.
Well, I hoped that my friends, who knew I was there, and knew how to summon the portal, would bring it back. In the meantime, I could maybe check out that dousing rod setup and see if I could send a message, or at least monitor to see when they were going to open the portal.
On this side, there was a diner near where the portal was, so the queen and I ate there. We had our bodyguards with us: The Knight and the Rook. They were hardboiled detectives wearing papier-mache rook and knight costumes. I whispered to the queen: "Can that one only move in straight lines and that one only move in L shapes?" She was like "What the heck are you talking about?" So maybe they don't have chess there? I don't know.
Anyway, that's pretty much where I was left when I woke up. I hope I found Juliet! I hope I got the portal to my dimension opened back up! I hope I replaced the monarchy with a democracy!
I had a dream that my ship went to visit a colony that was having trouble and asking for help. They were a bunch of little (pretty big) habitation modules orbiting a star. We went to investigate.
They told us that they were running out of hydrogen and they didn't have any ships they could use to go and get some. But we could easily get hydrogen from the star or, more easily, from a nearby gas giant.
But I hung out on the colony while my ship went to get that stuff. The colony had this technology where you could ask the omnipresent computer for stuff and it would nano-assemble it right there for you.
I thought that was awesome, so I kept having it make stuff for me. Like, I didn't want to take a shower, so I was like "computer, clean me". Bam. I completely changed my body a couple times. I had it make some good foods for me.
The people on the colony didn't seem to use that technology very much. I noticed that they had stores that charged money for stuff. They grew food in gardens. I was like "Why do you do that, when you can just ask for stuff?" and they were like "um, I don't know. That's just what we do."
"How do you get money?"
"By working jobs."
"Why do you do that? Why not just have the computer do stuff for you and live in luxury?"
"I don't know, that's just not what we do."
My ship came back and I told them I was resigning. I was going to live in luxury here on this colony!
Then, suddenly, one day, the computer stopped listening to me and wouldn't make anything else for me. I tried to figure out what the deal was. I was getting hungry because I didn't have any of their money and the computer wouldn't nano-assemble me any more food.
Eventually, I figured out the deal: Everybody has an energy budget - they can only have the computer spend a certain amount of energy assembling stuff for them. I had exceeded mine. Most people didn't even realize they had a budget, because the culture was such that it just never came up for most people. But nobody told me to be conservative because they seriously didn't know you had to!
Well, I guess I was going to have to get a job or whatever and wait til my energy budget replenished. Now I wished I had gone back on my ship, cuz working jobs is for chumps.
I had a dream that parachuting was a busking activity. Here's how it works:
You have someone working your table on the ground. They sell snacks, shine shoes, and watch your tip jar. They split the take with the parachuter. Also, the parachuter has a sign there, so people know which parachuter they're tipping. There tends to be several in the sky at once, since they're dropped from the same plane.
The parachuters may do things like dress as celebrities, lipsync song-and-dance routines (to a boombox they carry, which simulcasts with the boombox at their table), or do tricks in the air, such as cooking or tandem-parachuting and trading clothes with the partner.
It was pretty exciting to watch!
I had a dream that I was an AI car (like Knight Rider). I apparently had a humanoid body, too, but it was just a hologram projected by the car.
I met another AI car. We discovered that we could actually have our hologram bodies leave the car, but the further we got from the car, the more stressed out we got. We didn't dare stray to far or too long.
We both wished we were real humans. We convinced people we were until we were able to adopt human children, which we thought would make us feel more human.
We didn't want to let them know that we were actually cars. We would think of excuses to drive them around all day. We would put them to bed at night (which was stressful because we had to leave the car and go into the house), and then retreat back to the car to sleep.
One day, I decided to try something: I would break my addiction to the car and become a real person! I bought a plane ticket and got on the plane. I was already panicking by the time I was sitting on the plane, because the parking lot was much further from the plane than I'd ever strayed before. The plane started to take off, and ...
I woke up.
So I guess it worked? I am a real person now!!
This dream is brought to you by the fact that I was tired and missed the bus and had to drive to work TWICE this week!
I had a dream that Dick Cheney was speaking at the university. I went to the talk (hopefully to protest?).
During the talk, Cheney was sweaty. Someone in the audience said "Hey, you look like you're hot" and tossed Cheney a wet rag. Cheney caught it and mopped his forehead. I joked "Y'know, he was throwing that *at* you, not *to* you". Cheney was like "Really? Security!" and the security guards grabbed the guy and took him away.
Dang it, I accidentally ruined that guy's life forever!
I had a dream that I heard a song called "Microseconds". It was kind of a techno song, like Drum & Bass or maybe IDM or something. The music played and over the music, the guy made a little speech:
"I was driving. Driving my car. Driving down the highway. I saw an exit that had a mechanic. So I pulled off of the highway. But that wasn't my intended destination. And it wasn't something I did on a whim. You see: There was something wrong with my car."
Then there was the chorus, which talked about how sometimes you have to make decisions, and you only have microseconds to make them.
The rest of the song alternated between that chorus and other similar speeches in which mundane decisions are described with excessive drama. But I don't actually remember those parts of the song.
Inheritance after 100 year time warp
I had a dream which took place somewhere in New England. A lady was going to her father's funeral. The elder brother stood to inherit the big estate, including a fancy house and the surrounding lands which had tenant farmers. This was around 1910.
However, she had evidence that the brother had actually murdered the father, so she would inherit instead. (I looked this up; apparently, this is real. It's called the "Slayer Rule").
However, on the way to the funeral, she accidentally went through a time warp and ended up in modern times. In the intervening ~100 years, the brother had died, obviously. His children had inherited, and so forth. The farmland surrounding the estate house had been sold off and suburbs had been built there. The estate house was still in the family.
She still had the evidence that her brother had murdered her father. The question posed by my dream is: Would that evidence be of any use to her? Could she get her hands on any of what would have been her inheritance?
Update: I brought this question to James Daily of Law and the Multiverse. Here is his reply:
Olive and Apple
I had a dream that I met a guy at the coffeeshop and his name was Olive. He told me he was sad cuz he was going to marry a girl named Apple today, but she changed her mind and they will not be getting married.
THEN I bumped into Apple on the bus, and she said she was on her way to her wedding. I told her I'd bumped into Olive and he'd said she was not marrying him. Did she change her mind, or is she marrying someone else on the very same day she was supposed to marry Olive? This wasn't adding up.
Apple told me that Olive was a person of limited mental faculties. She was friends with him, and he'd had a crush on her for years. She invited him to her wedding and he thought that meant she was asking him to marry her. She set him straight and I guess in his mind that became her changing her mind about marrying him.
And even more sad, the person she was marrying was named Adam, and was not named after a food at all!
I had a dream that we figured out who the Joker was and where he came
from. (the Joker, as in the batman villain).
It turns out that nobody wants to think of themselves as evil. They all
want to think of themselves as a good person. Any evil that's done, they
want to put that outside of them and think that it came from someplace
So all this evil that people were disowning, it was floating around, and
coalesced, and reached critical mass, and became a demon: The Joker.
That's why locking him up at Arkham never works. The only way to stop him
would be to have everybody own up to the evil in their hearts.
A Worthy Nightmare
Last night I had a nightmare and woke up my housemates screaming "NO!"
Normally, when I have nightmares, it's total nonsense that can't be described - "I looked out the window and suddenly the rain looked weird, so I screamed and woke everybody up". But this time, the dream had actual narrative content and was totally scary.
I dreamed that I was part of a trio of superpowered sisters. We were raised and trained in the ways of superpowers by our superhero dad. However, when we were still pretty young, he was killed by the Lich - the ultimate embodiment of hatred and death.
We did our best to be superheroes after his death - fighting against the repressive government and all that. But our efforts were often thwarted by a trio of anti-super-sisters -- superpowered sisters much like us, who always opposed us.
We could never figure out where they came from or who they were. Furthermore, they never seemed to do anything except oppose our efforts.
Eventually, I figured it out: When our dad was killed, we had manifested these anti-sisters as the embodiment of our fears. We had to master our fears so that we could re-integrate with them. Only then would we be operating at our full capacity, and would no longer be opposing ourselves. Then, working together, we might stand a chance against the Lich.
One sister figured out that she valued her intelligence. Her fear was being wrong. She reintegrated with the anti-sister.
The other sister figured out that she was very young at the time of our dad's death. Her fear was being helpless. She reintegrated with her anti-sister.
But before I figured out what my fear was, I encountered the Lich while I was alone! Without my full powers, and especially without my sisters, I stood no chance. So I woke up screaming.
Now that I'm awake, I think I figured it out: Being alone *was* my fear. In fact, maybe that wasn't really the Lich at all. Maybe that was the process of me facing my fears.
Yeah, this is what nightmares should be like!
I had a dream that there were aliens in orbit around the earth, and they wouldn't really talk to us. However, they gave us a source of free, limitless energy. This was their plan to crash our economy so they could invade! Governments collapsed. Suicide became a big problem.
The aliens had sent spies to check out human civilization and report back about whether it was a good time to invade. The spies they sent were clones of humans, but their brains had been engineered from the ground up so that they were basically biological robots.
We found out when the spies were going back up to the mothership, and we hatched a plan: We found the actual humans that the clones had been made from - a brother and sister. We trained them to act like the robot clones. The plan was to send them up to the mothership and have them give false information, and the aliens wouldn't be able to tell which were the real spies and which were the fake ones.
But the aliens figured out what to do: They took the brother from one pair and the sister from the other, and put them in a room together, and vice versa. They would feed them and keep them alive, but that's it. The robots, with no mission, would just sit there, but they figured the humans would eventually crack and try to socially interact with their counterpart, and then they'd know. Clever!
These aliens know us better than we know ourselves!
I had a dream that I saw a documentary about chilling effects vs free speech.
The documentary compared kids in Canada to kids in the US. In both cases, we saw a group of kids maybe four or five years old, playing with skateboards. In the Canadian kids, one of the kids got an idea to draw the ultimate skateboard park, so they got some chalk and started to draw -- okay, here's a jump over the aligators, here's a concrete sphere you can skate all around in, that sort of thing. The other kids joined in and they filled the whole playground blacktop with chalk drawing.
In the United States, the same thing happened - a kid got an idea and wanted to express himself. But instead, the kid ran far away from the other kids, drew the first bit, wouldn't let anybody else see it, and started crying. There was so much to be afraid of! Copyright lawsuits, the NSA, something ends up on social media and prevents him from getting a job or going to college many years hence! Having an idea is a very scary thing, but it is hard to stop yourself. Expressing yourself, extra scary.