Dream thread: Record your tulpa related dreams.

[Joy]

[Bear] The economist is a left leaning magazine for, you can guess this, economists. Business majors too, others to a lesser degree. I knew someone who wrote an article for that, they are leftarded as we all were once upon a time. Even this Bear grew up leftarded.

[Joy]

[Bear]

Well, I had a crazy dream, sex 3x with exgf, then was in a mansion with three prostitutes, anime feel. One of them offered a free ride and I said, "no thanks, I'm well taken care of at home." Woke up and realized that exgf and I haven't done anything for over a year.

[Kashtan]

average bear dream.

i realized i dont have apocalyptic war nightmares anymore, too used to this shit already. i did have a nightmare about refueling my car at the gas station though. fuel price kept rising while i refueld and something like 600€ was the end price. per liter. then i woke up and realized its not so much of a nightmare. just a dream about the future. i wonder when we will exceed 2€/l. currently already over 1.8

[Joy]

It's $6.29 freedom dollars per freedom gallon here, don't even care.

[Joy]

Just had a dream where I was in college, one assignment was to partner up and have sex. I partner up with a beautiful young girl that... just would love to. It's her first time and we do the assignment. The semester ends and we're partners in that class to the end but as what happens, we lose touch.

The next semester is about to start and I'm randomly looking up a street at some dorms and standing out in front of one is her. I make a b-line to her, I had forgotten her first name and didn't want to say that. She sees me come and takes my hand, immediately leading me to her personal dorm, it's buried deep into the side of a hill with a lot of other single units looking like the inside of a dwarf cave system or something. She pulls me into her room, 1169, and then sits me down, I pull open my schedule book and try to write down her address and name, but I don't even know where to put the name because I don't know her name. We get into a conversation out her first time and how she can never forget me, it would be reaalllllly rude to not know her name. I manage to talk around it and change the subject, she starts kissing me. I look around for anything with her name on it. I ask if she has a nickname, she takes her top off. I say, "I'd like to get to know you better." (like maybe your name for starters) but she's interested in some vitamin D so I am not about to stop that. She's so hot, but of course that's not enough, I'd need to know more about her. IRL, I'd have to spend at least a few months with her before the fluid exchange but this is dream logic and so that's not even on my mind. Girls are insane out here, complete and utter dregs, scammers, psychos, you can not give them the benefit of the doubt as they've been trained to accuse you of rape or get you arrested if you offend them, it's a fucking nightmare on so many levels IRL, but dream level is fine, you understand.

A dream like this, we're young, we're reasonable, we're happy, it's a dream. Then you wake up and I'd honestly just want to go back to sleep. It was a wonderful feeling.

[Bernd]

I know that feel. I'm really bad at remembering peoples names. The BodyOS routinely handles conversations like a chatbot without me paying much attention. It works eerily well, but you get yourself deeper and deeper into shit over time. You know I live in this real life sitcom where for some reason everyone assumes I'm a genius who knows everything. And people get genuinely angry at me if I don't. Always was like this since childhood. So I've learned to pretend I know what they're talking about. Or who they are even if I don't. It happens almost every day at work that someone (unfortunately never pretty young girls) I don't recognize enthusiastically walks up to me and starts a conversation about some technical topic. And I just think 'pleease go away, I have no idea who you are or what the hell you're talking about'
Sometimes I wonder if they mistake me for someone else, we'll never know. Even worse when I vaguely remember them but still have no idea who they are and what's their name. Social interactions are so tiresome. If at least they would involve your scenario about partnering up with girls to have sex...

Girls are insane out here, complete and utter dregs, scammers, psychos, you can not give them the benefit of the doubt as they've been trained to accuse you of rape or get you arrested if you offend them, it's a fucking nightmare on so many levels IRL, but dream level is fine, you understand.

I guess it's not so much different here, especially in a leftwing-extremist academic environment. I'm beginning to understand islamists who refuse to shake a woman's hand. I wouldn't be surprised if men get accused of hand-rape in a decade or two because the woman suddenly might feel like back then she was obliged to shake your hand or some bullshit. Just wait until devices to read out dreams exist. You will no even be safe there anymore.

[Joy]

They can read out my dreams, why should I be the only one having fun? I already know my dream self leaves the children alone.

[Alice]

I think it's questionable enough to get you the Chair

[Joy]

Sadly death sentences don't tend to go through here. They also don't use the chair anymore, they use lethal injection.

[Alice]

Ok, this was one of the most absurd dreams ever!

The Bulette Simulator
A Sensei (my host?) was training me to fight a bulette!
The bulette was a simulator, a robot like a flight simulator pod. Looked much like a elephant from below. All I saw was gray column-like legs. And the massive snout came down from above if I was not careful. The robot could not lift its legs and walk, just rock into all dimensions - like a flight simulator.
But here comes the best part: The bulette also had massive balls and as I was underneath it, they were mostly in front of my face. Luckily, while the legs and snout looked very realistic, the balls were simulated by a car tire on a chain. Including steel rim for extra weight.




So imagine this!
I'm underneath a gray elephant size bulette simulator that rocks in all directions with great force while I try to strike it (didn't have a spear). I either got body-checked by the legs, hit by the snout that was out of my view from above/behind, or struck in the face by the swinging car tire balls.

Because Alice is a good CQB fighter, I managed quite well after a while, hitting the bulette in the balls before it could hit me. Sensei (I never could really see him but at the edge of my vision) said he had taught me everything and that was it - for the easy part!

I was confused, thinking I had finished my training, but he said in my current shape I only had a 1:1 chance of winning in a real life situation. Which was fair I guess...

Now I was granted my normal Living Metal form and for a test manifested the branching spines from my left arm. Yes, this was going to be fun! I got ready - and woke up. It had started raining, maybe that was the cause...

[Kashtan]

lmao wut

[Joy]

anatomical accuracy is important for simulations

[Τamamo]

Hahaha your dreams are something else!
Don't think bulettes have balls though, aren't they reptiles?

[Joy]

"While they are sometimes described as having a reptilian appearance, they are more accurately described as a "landshark"—a bizarre, magical cross between an armadillo and a snapping turtle."

https://forgottenrealms.fandom.com/wiki/Bulette