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I liked both シン movies so far, and I’m looking forward to the 仮面ライダー one, even if it’s the franchise I remember the least. Speaking of the big man, I dreamed I was one of the M78 heroes last night—I tried to pick Ultraseven as my alter-ego, but he was taken—and we had to fight off a horde of alien bugs.

My next one was more grounded, the wife and I were walking with an Indian woman and her child through a field, who were lured away by a game of frisbee. The grass was damp (like our yard after all the rain), I could distinctly feel it under my bare feet, but I didn’t mind because my shoes or socks wouldn’t get wet.

One of the many dreams I had early this morning was about handling firearms, which if I’m to believe popular media my lack of experience in will surely put me and my loved ones at a disadvantage come the apocalypse, but something in the back of my mind, maybe it was the one time a friend invited me to the range, told me that I could tell whether the safety was on or not by the position of the lever: vertical it was engaged, horizontal meant it could fire. (Later search reveals that this is not the case at all and was not worth waking to check.)

In another, I was at the office I recently noticed had a new occupant and my notepad, the kind I used often with the perforated pages bound at the top that never came off cleanly, was somehow confiscated by IT, led by Leon but in another of my memory lapses, I referred to him as Andrew. They scanned a copy of it before returning it and I protested, knowing that my personal information might be at risk, despite my tendency to write down passwords by themselves all over the place without any meaningful reference or sense of order. I cornered one of them, a fellow from Hong Kong with garish art on his shirt and threatened him.

The third one I remember was about an MMO game which I had long since retired from playing but watched as another crew failed to take down a giant boss dragon. One of the characters was a crow-like bird who ordinarily wasn’t capable of flight, but used an ability called “Backpack” and escaped the wipe by retreating to a roof. Even then, the enemy was smart enough to return with a large piece of furniture to climb up and reach them. I was highly critical of their attempt, regaling them of our successful strategies with a lower level cap and weaker gear. This afternoon we’d drive out to Lit Café, you’ll remember, and while waiting for our last meal there accepted a blind invite to a Primal Groudon raid, which also didn’t go nearly as well our very first. It helps that we don’t care anymore.

Took me hours tonight scouring backups and chat logs with nonconducive search terms (all that touted AI failed me here, too) for this relic, only to find it tabbing through a AIM history file with a domain now up for sale.

Work again, this time at the job that saw better years when they were actual competitors in their industry and not just licensing their brand to anyone who’d use it sell crappy products. And somehow I made it back to the early 70’s or whenever that was, and everyone there was a younger version of themselves. I certainly would’ve liked to see Karen at that age, but she was nowhere to be found. Their Japanese employees went by their full 姓名 names written in English, so I thought it best for me to adopt a similar identity unbeknownst to them. The setting then shifted to the present day, or near future, where CEO Russ Lesser was the sole familiar face (and still driving that circa. 2000 Dark Bowling Green Corvette) but looking much the worse for wear.

DALL-E beat Stable Diffusion for the closest approximation of my image of Jakarta, except the volcano clearly had a Super Mario angry face carved into it.

[The prompt—which received an automated warning about violating the content policy—I had a dream last night; please tell me what you think of it: I was soaring through the air, either flying on my own power or playing a videogame character, and our mission was to protect large eggs in nests scattered across islands from attacking giant owls. We thought the furthest one was outside their range, but a flock of them swooped down on their prey and attempted to escape. I pressed the “Turbo” button, not knowing how long my accelerated speed would last, but I must’ve overshot my target and caught another or our pursuit took too long and the poor thing had already been consumed. Overcome with anger and frustration, I strangled the bird I had, literally tearing its body apart, only to realize that I couldn’t release the remains from my hands.]Dreams are highly personal and can have many different interpretations based on your personal experiences, emotions, and associations. However, there are some common themes and symbols that can be found in many dreams.

Based on the details you’ve provided, it’s possible that this dream could reflect feelings of protectiveness and a desire to defend something that you care about. The image of the large eggs in nests could represent a new project, idea, or relationship that you are trying to protect from external threats. The attacking giant owls could symbolize a sense of danger or threat that you are trying to fend off.

The fact that you pressed the “Turbo” button and overshot your target could symbolize a sense of overexertion or taking on too much at once. The bird you caught may represent a small victory or accomplishment that you were able to achieve, but the fact that it had already been consumed may represent a sense of disappointment or frustration with the outcome.

The fact that you strangled the bird and tore its body apart could represent a sense of aggression or anger that you are experiencing. The fact that you couldn’t release the remains from your hands could symbolize a sense of being unable to let go of negative emotions or past experiences.

Overall, this dream may be a reflection of your subconscious thoughts and feelings about a situation or challenge in your waking life. It’s important to reflect on the emotions and associations that come up for you when you remember your dreams and to use that information to better understand your own feelings and behaviors in your waking life.

[Long way to go before surpassing the human equivalent, or so it seems.]

[The prompt: I was pushing a trolley, like the kind used at airports to carry more luggage than one can in their hands, and stopped by a couple of people I knew, who put their own bags on it, then proceeded into an elevator. They also boarded, but when the door began closing, I lost my footing and somehow fell out from the inside and it closed behind me, taking my cart and the other passengers without me. I woke disappointed that my good friends would leave me like that.

Do you have any idea what this might mean? Was I only expressing my fear of losing any help from those whom I consider close or even being betrayed by them?]It’s important to remember that dreams are highly personal, and their meaning can vary depending on your individual experiences, emotions, and associations. That being said, there are some common themes and symbols that can be found in many dreams.

Based on the details you’ve provided, it’s possible that this dream could be reflecting feelings of loss or separation from people or things that you value. The image of the trolley could represent the burdens or responsibilities that you are carrying in your waking life, and the fact that your friends added their own bags to the trolley could symbolize the ways in which you may be taking on the burdens of others.

The elevator could represent a change or transition in your life, and the fact that your friends were able to enter the elevator without you could symbolize a sense of being left behind or excluded from this change. The feeling of disappointment that you experienced in the dream could be a reflection of similar emotions that you are experiencing in your waking life.

Overall, it’s important to remember that dreams are highly subjective and can have multiple meanings. If you’re interested in exploring the possible meanings of your dreams further, you may want to consider keeping a dream journal and reflecting on the emotions and associations that come up for you when you remember your dreams. You may also find it helpful to speak with a therapist or counselor who can provide additional insight and support.

In keeping with recent Seinfeld-related posts (though this is probably how we want to remember her, i.e., “in our best ages”):

Strange seeing it alongside the White Out I got from someone online, but it’s better than I remember. No rhymes yet.

[I had the kind of dream the other night that made me realize everyone else in them is an NPC and wonder if that’s what it’s like to be sociopath. That did, however, get me thinking about these things, the recurring motifs, characters and settings that don’t give, whether or not they might as well be automated and if so, why I couldn’t just have the popular “AI” come up with them for me. The following is the bland scenario returned from a sampling of my last few entries; an initial attempt was simply a regurgitation of the Rush one. If someday this shit is supposed to take my place, it’d better learn to be anal enough to add author avatars or at the very least justify the paragraphs.]

You find yourself in a strange place where time and space seem to be distorted. You’re surrounded by high-tech gadgets and futuristic vehicles, and you can’t shake the feeling that you’re not where you’re supposed to be. Suddenly, you’re approached by a group of people who claim to be from the future. They warn you that the world you know is in danger, and that only you can save it. They take you on a journey through time and space, where you encounter strange creatures and otherworldly landscapes.

Along the way, you must use your wits and your gaming skills to outsmart your enemies and solve complex puzzles. You find yourself battling against time-traveling villains and strange machines, all while trying to save the world from certain doom. With every twist and turn, you’re constantly challenged and pushed to the limits of your imagination.

But as the journey reaches its climax, you realize that the fate of the world rests in your hands. Will you be able to save the day and return to your own time and place, or will you be forever lost in this strange and wondrous world? The only way to find out is to keep dreaming and let your imagination soar.
[Dall-E wasn’t much better, serving up this depiction of another imaginary bout of frustration with the woman’s Facebook-driven sense of adventure.]