More soon. Low-tech rawks.

More soon! :>

Hey you reading this the one who makes SAD look like it refers to a type of colourless (you think) dragon that likes being apart from everyone else. What’s the point of flying around all day long in god mode wasting time getting nothing done, you’re so big you have to go around in unironed hooman cosplay disguise and everyone still recognizes your mug. The size of your shadow is bigger than the average Burger shaq full of under-declared employees drawing twice as many registered benefits as their official headcount, a person with actual disability can spot you from a thousand miles away. One of the sorry few who can still actually get rid of these parasite problems and fix things for the future, and there you are all autopilot like you’re on macros wearing your sh** eating grin getting off on how no one and their puny tech/rl stats makes a dent on you, doing sky pirouettes. Well congratulations you great big atypical oaf, you’re a meme, I guess some people have low standards of fun — if that was ever a case of what money can’t buy. And what are you actually getting done high up above everyone else by the trillions, wanting everyone to know you’re apparently so busy, while the world is crumbling around like it wants to be lured into its early dystopian grave and get pats on the back for it too while they’re going down on themselves. Why are you even still bothering to take in your next breaths if that’s all you’re here to do, as the real deal and pretty much the last of you — waste your own time playing with yourself in embarrassingly low capacity till you collapse. Why don’t you stop being such a godda** tourist and help me out on the ground, raze off a few of your favourite mentally ill lugnuts and fakes with their necro’d flying ace credentials and those imitation AS*hoals you’re tolerating/ doing nothing about all day long and their low-functioning henchmen — including the ones responsible for the fact that your ‘spe-sial*’ category doesn’t even exist anymore, no point if right or wrong if no planet. I guess they’re not afraid of you anymore huh they think you’re just myth & legends like my family tree — so I can dispatch of them quicker instead of one by one. Looks like you missed a few spots down here, I thought you were good. I think you missed me too, yah. You suck. Get down here and actually do something.

From Wikipedia (09/01/26), in line with being inclusive/open : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream

“A dream is a succession of images, dynamic scenes and situations, ideas, emotions, and sensations that usually occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.[1] Humans spend more than two hours dreaming per night,[2] and each dream lasts around 5–20 minutes.[3](Note: I have had dreams lasting about just under an hour, and chain dreams where you wake up and dive back into the same dream to continue where you left off. My record for the latter was about 5 unbroken re-entries, followed by a long period of sleep afterwhich I was almost late for a work shift) — Meryl)

“The human dream experience and what to make of it has undergone sizable shifts over the course of history.[10][11]

"Dreaming and sleep are intertwined. Dreams occur mainly in the rapid-eye movement (REM) stage of sleep—when brain activity is high and resembles that of being awake.”

In Old English, the word drēam was used to describe "noise", "joy", or "music" …”

(Meryl’s note: sorry, stepping in here, the writing from there was just a bit too ESL for the brain i.e. WHAT are you trying to SAY)

…but when the Norse blokes and babes rolled in back in the day, they also steamrolled over the original meaning. While ushering in their new era, they also apparently decided that the ancient rave parties of days yonder were an absolute no-go. Their verdict: Throw out the entire orchestra of noise and joy and music, out with the old guard party rockers. From that day henceforth, “dream” was only to mean .. uh.. whatever it was in that first paragraph of this section, plucked from wiki on 09/01/26. Basically, a bunch of visions with nothing. ‘WooOOooOOoo, a ghost cup’. And that was that, all forgotten, no one knew any the wiser — until recently I guess. Sounds just about right, right? :p *foghorn sax farts, donkey antics and the band* *clop clop clop clop