Fayanora: The Djao'Mor'Terra Collective

I just woke up from my upsetting dream in the real upsetting part was that it was a false awakening. First layer was an upsetting dream about Lily. I mean, it was pleasant until I started noticing weird stuff made me realize it was a dream and I tried waking up. I thought I did wake up because in the dream when I was waking up I became aware of the CPAP and I took it off and I got up and I don't remember what happened after that apart from there being more dreams but then I just woke up for real and realized that I had gone through a false awakening.

And don't you start, kengr.

Except now I do actually remember more. Other things in the dream after the false awakening: couldn't find my phone, there was a guy who was made of wood, only he had one leg and the other leg was a prosthetic, except the guy who was made of wood started out as a guy played by Sylvester Stallone who needed a super macho song to fight to. Oh, and I sucked Will Smith's cock.

Just had a dream that some old, fat Vietnam vet named Bob was talking somewhere about his service, and Trump was there. Bob soon veered off into talking about Trump and how Trump was a disgusting orange disgrace, that his "fake tan' was actually just some weird oily, stinky, sticky goo that came out of an animal's anal glands, and that even though he (Bob) was old and fat, at least he wasn't a disgusting blob of gristle and stinking shit like Trump. He was soon being forced out of the room by security, at Trump's command. When Bob left, everyone left in the room started chanting "Encore! Encore! Encore!" and wouldn't stop, so Trump got frustrated and left, unable to make whatever speech he wanted to make.

I had a dream during my nap wherein someone mentioned a creature called a "butt spider," which they said was a spider that lives in one's butthole. I quipped back with "They're not spiders, they're crustaceans that look and act like spiders."

So that dream universe has butt spiders I guess, even though they're not spiders. Something to put on the tourism brochure, I guess, as a warning.

I had a dream last night that there was a sapient, predatory, inter-dimensional Costco using fake Kirkland brand products like a lure to catch unsuspecting people like an angler fish catching its prey. Like, alongside the regular Kirkland products there'd be "Kiirkland" or "Kirklond" branded products hiding among the real products, and if you touched one, you'd get sucked into another dimension into a backrooms-looking Costco and you'd die there because the products aren't real, and then the inter-dimensional Costco would digest you, and now I'm wondering how to make this into an SCP Foundation wiki entry.

Just had a dream about a superhero who looks very alien, was made by the government, and his name is Kitchen Sink Man. He's named that because he's an absolute last resort superhero, you're only supposed to activate him if you've thrown everything including the kitchen sink at the problem first.

He wasn't even the focus of the dream, Spider Man was. But there was some time travel thing going on, they were trying to fix the timeline, and things were bad enough that they had activated Kitchen Sink Man.

He had one arm and a tentacle, and might have had other appendages, I don't remember now. But he was dressed in a visibility yellow uniform that sort of resembled a radiation suit.

I would absolutely read a comic about Kitchen Sink Man, but given everything we know about him, I doubt he would have his own comic series, he would just show up every once in a while in somebody else's series.

Had an interesting dream a bit ago. Well, one scene out of the dream was interesting. The dream apparently took place in a sci-fi future where space travel was common, because I was looking up at a massive passenger/cargo liner. I don't know how big this thing was, but I'd guess maybe big enough to carry the entire population of Portland in it, in my estimation. It was this utilitarian kind of "hard sci-fi" design, long and rounded a bit like a bunch of different widths of cigar shapes fused together, but I could see docking bays and various machinery poking out of the hull to do goodness knows what. I suppose some of it could've been sensors. I don't remember seeing any windows; if they had windows, the windows were too small to see from that distance. And it was like... right overhead. Not low flying, I think it was still many miles in the sky and may even still have been in space for all I know.

In the dream, I was trying to get to the spaceport because I was planning on traveling on one of those ships. I just needed a place to park my motorcycle, apparently. And while I was doing that, I had a memory of an even bigger ship that was basically a space train. You know, one massive engine ship dragging along hundreds of train cars, but in space. Not sure how good an idea that would be IRL, but you know, it was a dream.

Had a nightmare for the first time in a long time. Started out pleasant enough. Started out as this date with a girl who turned out to live in this house from like the 70's or 80's. Massive place, very beautiful, even though everything was fake wood paneling and, you know, 70's/80's decor and appliances. The kitchen especially, and somehow there was a gift shop? Had some less than ideal features though. Getting upstairs and downstairs involved this small, cramped staircase that was initially blocked by some kind of leak that had to get fixed.

Things didn't start getting unpleasant until I started having disagreements with the girl's father over something or other, I don't remember the details. But even then it was just like "This guy is a little bit of a dick but whatever, he's still polite." But things slowly escalated, getting worse and worse til I got to a point where I went a little 'lucid dreamy' and realized I don't have to take this shit. Confronted him. He turned into a demon, but I turned into one right back and sucked his meat off his bones like a vaccuum cleaner sucking up dirt, killing him. I thought that was the end of it, and woke up.

I stumbled upright in the dark, disoriented and naked through the place. Soon realized I was stil in the same house from the dream, and I could hear distorted laughter in the house. Began to panic in a dream for the first time in decades and fought desperately to get my mask off and wake up. Finally managed it and stumbled around my actual apartment going "Oh shit oh fuck oh damn" for a few minutes before calming down.

Goddamn it, I hate that shit.

Just had a dream where, in response to someone being upset that they couldn't win a sweepstakes based out of Germany because they were "out of range," I agreed it was dumb, because it's almost impossible to be out of range these days, and I said, "When I was a kid, having a pen pal in Germany would've been a huge big deal, like how would you even arrange that? And now I've got friends all over the world and it's no big deal."

Thanks to a dream, I think I just figured out a large chunk of the reason for the autistic/neurotypical communication gap. The dream was a school dream where a teacher counted me as late despite the fact I'd been early just because she hadn't noticed me, and I was politely correcting her on this and even saying she could check the security cameras (which like... we never had those in any school I went to, AFAIK) and she agreed but she was getting progressively more frustrated and angry with me as I kept talking and I noticed this and asked about it. She told me I was being very rude and confrontational, which annoyed me because I had thought the whole time that my tone was quiet and polite. I started explaining to her that I'm autistic and that means that no matter how hard I try, I never seem to get the tones and body language right. As I'm saying this, her own body language remains defensive and at the same time, my brain is narrating what I'm saying with images of people driving around communicating with each other in their cars.

That was what made me realize something: that the difficulty we have in regulating our tone of voice, volume, and even choice of words is the main issue! If NT's keep misreading us as being angry, rude, or arrogant, that's going to prompt them to treat us as though that perception is real, and they in turn get angry and defensive, and of course the Internet and specifically social media have demonstrated for us over the decades that nobody really listens to other people when one or both parties are being read as angry or rude. It isn't that the words are wrong, we don't need more precise words to be understood, it's the tone misinterpretation! As long as the tone is being misread, nothing we say really matters because the other person isn't listening!

This is a depressing thing to realize, but it makes so much sense.

Had a sequel dream to a horror themed dream. Or a continuation? Point is, the monster in the dream is a sort of living, intelligent zombie that have taken over the world. They began as experiments in living machines, like living computers, living cars, etc, but what you mean computers and other tech made out of what is essentially living human flesh.

What ended up happening was that whatever they were using to make this happened breached containment and took over the world. Not entirely, as my character was still human. Given a lot of facts I picked up on in the dream, I think they are keeping some humans normal on purpose because it amused them to do so.

It is hard to describe these monsters. They look human, but are not, and they don't particularly look like zombies either. Among other things in the dream, I approached some playing children and got chaste is the words more of these monsters with a really good disguise. I got saved from them by an adult "zombie" who took a fancy to me and negotiated a protection racket. More on that later.

For now, back to the anatomy of these things. They... again, they resemble humans externally and can speak and use tools, but if you were to cut one apart, give it in an autopsy, you would find the horrifying truth of them: you would find, instead of a regular anatomy, that their whole body consists of a random assemblage of other tissues. Like you might find teeth, jawbones, and eyeballs growing in their legs, or a torso full of toes, or a squashed human hand embedded in the brain case. See, they don't need a normal anatomy because every part of their flesh thinks. They are, after all, living computers. And they can unfold their own flesh in absolutely horrifying ways.

Anyway, the protection racket that the one monster negotiated... she would protect me from the others if I had sex with her regularly and I let her puppet my body for an hour every day. And this was after giving me a very graphic example of what their bodies are made of by unfolding herself and showing me those insides in horrifying detail.

I couldn't refuse, so I didn't. But either because I was playing different character or something else, I don't know what, but my usual monster-fucker tendencies were not there, I was not enthusiastic about this. It was probably the odd nature of the monsters and the fact that they could convert my flesh to part of their network whenever they wanted, a fate worse than death.

Plus, you know, they're made of weird, gross forms of human flesh. I like monsters that are just like, you know, people of a different species like vampires, tentacle monsters, werewolves, and other kinds of creatures that could conceivably evolve naturally under the right conditions. Not these weird, gross zombies made of what are essentially just sentient teratomas. It's no wonder I ended up crying at the end of it, tempted to puke as I contemplated having to have sex with this abomination to keep myself from being assimilated into their network. And who knew what she wanted to puppet my body around for, as well. (shudder)

Edit: btw, I called a sequel dream because I am pretty sure that I had a dream before that introduced the disaster that created the situation in the first place, you know, the initial outbreak of the virus or whatever it was that started turning human flesh into living computers, and created a sort of zombie apocalypse as a result.