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One of my teeth became loose. When I pulled it out, a significant part of my upper jaw came off with it. It fucked up my entire day.
I have dreams like this twice a week at least it’s miserable. For me though my teeth crumble and I’m pulling out the bone and tooth shards. Like broken glass in your mouth.
Yes! This happens to me too a few times a year and it’s terrifying. I dream I’m like spitting little pieces of my broken teeth out onto the ground, or that my teeth are very loose and if I touch them with my tongue it “unseats” them somehow and then I can’t close my mouth properly and I crunch down on the tooth that no longer fits right.
I wonder why we do that. It’s terrible.
Not that I believe in dream interpretation, but: whatever
According to this and Freud, I have unfulfilled sexual desires.
Wait until I tell my wife 😎
I have dreams where I’m stressing so much that I grind my teeth, and then they start crumbling and everytime I chew I break my teeth apart more
I have dreams like that too sometimes, it sucks. I think it’s my anxiety about my teeth rotting that causes them
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I had a dream that a bear bit me on the shoulder then I got diagnosed with a disease which caused terminal politeness
Found the Canadian
Terminal politeness!? Yikes!
I think I have this disease irl
Doctor: I’m sorry, you’ll have to move to the UK.
The town was infested with some sort of radioactivity from underground that was hurting people. I had to crawl underground, through these super-tight tunnels deep under the earth with things getting more and more evil as I went, until I was able to track the source of the radioactivity to a giant monster that lived back up on the surface (via the tunnels) in an abandoned barn. I had to fight the monster, but I could fly inside the barn. I ripped its head off, but every time I did, it was just like a big rubbery mask and a new head grew back, until I figured out how to do it fast enough that it wouldn’t have time to pop a new head out. When I did that, the real head came out: Tux the Linux Penguin.
That broke the immersion enough that I woke up, all amped up from adrenaline from fighting the monster.
“I couldn’t help it. It just popped in there … I tried to think of the most harmless thing. Something I loved from my childhood, something that could never, ever possibly destroy us…” 🐧
What did you DO, Ray?
Someone’s put a fork bomb in their
.bashrc
and you were summoned to fix it on a running system.-Classic hacker bedtime story
Oh no, not the Linux monster!
Went to a foreign country for vacation and bought a whole-ass bale of hay. Most of the dream was me trying to smuggle it home through customs.
I dreamt I was in the lord of the rings world. Someone had been kidnapped and a party of three getting together to make a rescue. There was human, a dwarf and halfling. I was the halfling.
I talked to the dwarf and learned that his father was one of the group that had defeated Smaug and recovered the Lonely Mountain. He was understandably proud of that but was also being weirdly vague about which dwarf his father was. After asking several ways he finally admitted his father was “Lumpy”. I said “You mean Bombur?”. But know his father wasn’t Bombur, but the otherwise pretty much forgotten member of the party “Lumpy” who was apparently more embarrassing than Bombur had been.
That was the whole dream.
This week, a few days ago, because I don’t remember today’s dreams:
Someone dropped droplets on a table, in four spots specifically. What could that be and mean? Oh, surely it’s drugs. People came, pinched their finger tip with a needle, and put them in the drops. An interesting way to consume drugs for sure.
I felt droplets on my back. I anticipated being drugged and kidnabbed. Indeed I also felt a pinch. I faked delirium for a while. Someone indeed came, picked me up onto their shoulder, and carried me off.
When they unlocked a door to a room, I jumped up, pushed them in - they were baffled and confused -, and I closed the door. Two more showed up, so I pushed them in too.
In the next room there was a big room and bar. The bartender seemed to also be part of it, but less so.
Anyway, police came and arrested all four.
Suddenly - situation or environment change - a judge sits to my right, behind a table. She has heavy makeup on. Red lips, full face - probably white. Something happens that her makeup is removed (I don’t remember; water?). She works on putting it back on.
To have her hands free she gives me a plastic stick, which has integrated on top something - circled, something transparent. (It doesn’t factually look like one, more like a toy magic wand, but) It’s a microphone, and we’re in a party setting. Many people around, we celebrate the arresting and I guess my role in arresting.
So surely it’s a microphone and she wants me to sing. I’m very averse. I circle around a bit, in a half dance or something, and get to someone and give them the stick. Confused they look at me. I tell them: “Pass it on.”
I wake up. Maybe because of anxiety of having to sing in such a public setting.
Last night I dreamt that Austin Powers was teaching me how to dance and rear like a horse while I and others wore a golden tractor outfit, my hands were bound and I was chasing hot dogs as well
(Not even embellishing a little bit)
How’d you know I had an ass dream last night??
So apparently you can edit titles here
I dreamed that vines were growing out of my legs with eggplants growing on them. I had to painfully rip them out one by one. I woke up to find that my mom had cooked eggplant for breakfast.
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I had some big-ass PCs, something like skyscraper height
That’s the only cool part
Also strange that they only required something like 3/4 3pin connectors, although I don’t remember if they were normal or enormous ones
I was back in high school with my late friend who shared a first name with me. I kept wanting to tell him or show him things that I think he would find interesting, and we kept getting interrupted by everything else.
I’ve processed my grief and have come to terms with the reality that is a world without him in it, but sometimes my brain just likes to remind me, I guess. Miss you Goose, thanks for coming by.
Funny thing is, I did have a weird ass dream last night. My issue has always been I forget the content of the dreams almost instantly. I remember something weird, then I woke up and thought “Boy that was weird”. A moment later it was gone.
Yeah you have to tell somebody right away or right it down, people who train themselves to have lucid dreams set an alarm to wake themselves up and do this every night
Yep. Also, IDK if this is universal but I used to deliberately set an alarm for 4 AM, and when I turned it off and went back to sleep I would usually remember my dreams between 4 AM and when I actually had to get up.
I think of this phenomenon as the brain has finished defragging and goes “ok, you ready to see some shit?”
I have a feeling it’s better I forget them honestly.
I gave my DIL a coffee table and she dragged it through the house scraping the wood floors and even bouncing it down steps into the sunken living room. I was so mad that i started yelling and took away her house key. I woke up angry and i wanted to cancel our lunch plans today. I have neither wood floors nor steps to the living room. 🤷🤷
I dreamt that I was sitting in a Taco Bell drinking down cups and cups of Mtn Dew Baja Blast. I eventually decided it was time to go home so I started walking. Mind you it was the middle of the night.
As I walked home I started to get paranoid someone was following me. As I got closer to my house I remember checking my phone and getting depressed because none of my family members tried to contact me to see where I was so late into the night.
Walked in the house and my dad was at the top of the stairs (we have a very good relationship so I was happy to see him), he didn’t say anything to me, turned around and went into the kitchen, and I started tearing up. Woke up and was depressed for a few hours afterwords. :(
How did you know I dreamt of weird asses?!