Sonĝaro

Datita Merkredo, 3 Aprilo, 2024

Mi havis sonĝon kie mi elŝutis «Pokémon» unuageneracian ludon por ludi ĝin denove, kaj mi eksciis ke ĝi ŝanĝitas havi saltigakrion en la komenco de la ludo antaŭ baldaŭe finiĝi. La elŝutretejo klare diris ke ĉi tio ŝanĝo faritis, sed mi ne legis ĝin.

Bonŝance, mi konis kion venus, ĉar ĉi tio estas kutima afero de miaj sonĝoj. Mi sinvekigis dum simila sonĝo kiam mi eksciis: "Ho, saltigakriaĉo venos, ĉi tio estas sonĝo, mi sinvekigu." En ĉi tie sonĝo, mi ne sciis ke mi sonĝis, sed mi ne vidis timigaĵojn ĉar mi fermis miajn okulojn.

Ili ankaŭ aldonis bildon de la kojna produto pro iu kialo.

Aldonaĵo: La jena klarigo ne estis en mia original priskribo de la sonĝo kaj bazitas per mia memoro. Mi kredas ke la kriaĉo okazis en la Unua Vojo, dum la unua batalo kontraŭ sovaĝa Pokemono. Aŭ la bildo de la kojna produto montriĝis kiel la sovaĝa Pokemono, aŭ en la sanomezurilo. Mi ne memoras. La retejo gastiganta la ludon havis nigran tekston sur blankan (background), kaj klare estis laboraĵo de (tinkerer).

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Baratanoj

Datita Sabato, 30 Marto, 2024

Antaŭnokte, Mi havis sonĝon kie mi estis Baratano loĝanta en eta aĉiĝanta Eŭropsimila vilaĝo (mns) living in poor conditions, so i decided to escape by trekking through the countryside.

After climbing mountains and passing through treacherous forests, I got to the next village, which is a bit bigger. But I am so, so tired. Then, I see another Indian man who also just arrived and he seems to be not tired at all and in good spirits.

He hints that his mattress (I was laying down on a mattress at this point, even though I was still outdoors and didn't bring one with me... or was I on the ground?) had a little knob that could be controlled with a pin. He said this in a way that made him look a little deranged. The phrase "but it sure is ...!" was included, but I don't remember what he said.

Then a narrator says something along the lines of "Do you want to know how it feels to be the one being controlled?" and everything fades to black. When it fades back in, I am in a dark room lit by a fireplace in front of me. I am still laying down on my stomach, now on a leather surface. Schubert's Ave Maria is playing in the background. I hear it coming from within me. I feel a needle poking into my neck, which controls the volume. I cannot see who is doing it.

Cook the Turkey

Struck by Thunder

Datita Mardo, 24 Oktobro, 2023

Today, I had a dream where I was in an office cubicle and an old man came up to me, got uncomfortably close, and said something along the lines of "I'm so sorry to bother you, but I just love mathematics so much, could you please search the number 90?"

I search it locally in my files and naturally only my files show up. I explain this to the old man and he seems disappointed. It would've been best for me to leave it at that, but I figure he wants me to look it up on Google specifically. So I do so. As I do so I overhear people talking about some kind of easter egg. Someone warns that I will be "struck by thunder."

My curiosity piqued, I press enter and find that the search results are replaced with a creepy picture of a doll with soulless eyes laying down on the floor at a dutch angle. as i repeat the search, the doll starts gradually looking at me, like in the Username 666 video.

Before I can see how it ends, the old man seemingly faints, collapses on top of me and I cannot move. Then I feel "struck by thunder," that is, I feel a choking/tickling sensation on my neck. It stays like this for a while until I wake up. It seems an awful lot of my dreams end with a tickling sensation on my neck combined with paralysis. perhaps I should ask my doctor about that.

★ The Real Numbers are Evil ★

Datita Merkredo, 6 Septembro, 2023

Context: At the time I was experimenting with the least upper bound property of nZ, where n is a rational number, as well with using rounding to truncate polynomials, just to see the extent to which the properties of real numbers and limits could be replicated with them.

I ran out of SSRI pills (Lexapro) and it was only prescribed to me for a month anyways, so I Googled if SSRI withdrawal can cause unfathomable nightmares and I read that it can cause "vivid dreams." Understatement of the century.

It all started fairly innocently. The dream started with me trying to fall asleep (?!?!?!) and then (??!?!!?) happened and then at some point and basically the first thing i remember clearly was seeing what seemed to be a GIF with only two frames on my computer:

The first was a like a low quality JPEG of a field of grass and flowers with a rainbow in the background and the symbol for the rational numbers Q on it, and another with the "What's Wrong?" screamer face with the symbol of the real numbers R inside the mouth. The slides were alternating quickly and irregularly. There was no audio.

Side note: I first saw the "What's Wrong?" screamer face in a Where's Waldo-themed bait and switch flash game that I stumbled across as a little kid under the name "BOMBEROS" (Firemen). It clearly left an impression (some might say trauma) and it has been a recurring villain in my nightmares ever since.

Well, at some point I scream horribly, and now i have severely restricted vision. I get up to do stuff, and I can vaguely see what I'm doing but I still feel like I'm laying down, sleep paralyzed. At some point I do end up back in bed, sleep paralyzed, but eventually the confusion is lifted away. Somehow, my mom explains to me what happened (telepathy?) and I quickly corroborated it.

There is a lot of math written on the walls with very nice handwriting that I did while I could vaguely see, but then there was also a crudely drawn staircase and some smiley faces very much not in my style of drawing.

The math clearly had summations, ordered pairs, the indexed Greek letters σ₁ and σ₂ (which I was using as part of my investigations), and the triple equal sign. I dont think it was gibberish. it looked a lot like a construction of the rational numbers, which i guess would be appropriate?

A recurrent theme of the dream was that the rationals were good and the irrational reals were somehow evil or possessed. Perhaps my frantic scribbling was an attempt at a self exorcism. "The power of the rationals compels you!"