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Morituri:
Ew.  I suppose that's one step up from execution?  But such a pathetically small step.... I wasn't aware of the change. 

One day, maybe there'll be a world where all the clenched-up prudes aren't so eager to visit atrocities on everyone else.  But I guess I ain't holding my breath. 

I'm just annoyed that I've interacted with so many in my life that I'm dreaming them now.

Like, I wanna get back to the fun dreams where everybody dresses in pajamas made out of white flannel fabric with great big colorful spots, and then someone gets out a twister spinner ....

hedgie:
Heh.  I texted my ex the other day, telling her that "I had the most wonderful dream last night.  You were in it.  In fact, EVERYONE was in it."  Of course, it was a dream about a giant space creature devouring the universe system by system.  Sad to say, but that's one of the less frightening dreams that I have.

LTK:
I recently met an online friend in meatspace and now they're appearing in my dreams a lot more. This one was particularly memorable because I took a mid-afternoon nap and woke up like two hours later.

We were at a restaurant waiting for our food to be served, and my friend was pissed off. Their food got served before mine and it was a pizza with huge strips of chicken breast over it, which was odd because they're vegan. I thought, I know that's not vegan but I'm definitely not going to bother them about it. But apparently, someone working at the restaurant knew them and she did bother them about it. It became a whole thing, the guy at the bar tried to rope me into it by baiting me with all sorts of leading questions, and eventually they just said "fuck it let's get out of here". They were even madder than before and marched off like they were gonna destroy someone's car over this.

It all went a bit high school drama after this. As we were walking, a girl showed up who, for some reason, I saw very vividly: a black girl with big hair in a black outfit with purple highlights, who had a can of spray paint. She accosted us about something that we had nothing to do with, a supernatural motorcycle that would make you the most popular person in school. She had pieces of that motorcycle, but she was freaking out so much that she didn't notice dropping some. I picked up a piece and held it behind my back.

Her friends arrived, and said that the motorcycle was downtown and they needed to get there. There was a whole GTA-esque five star police pursuit behind them, so they got out of there quickly. I was thinking, wait, I should really just give this back, but by the time I spoke up they were gone. At that point the two of us also started running in that direction.

I ran ahead and arrived somewhere, not sure where, and figured I'd wait for my friend to tell me where to go. But apparently that wasn't necessary because the next thing I know, the motorcycle had turned into a giant demon and it had everyone in a high school auditorium. It told us, "I require one sane person to make a wish. If it is acceptable, you will all go free." (Apparently it did not consider most characters in this high school drama sane.)

It was silent for a while, then one person said "I volunteer as tribute." Then another person said it, then another, then multiple people at once, and then I joined in too. Clearly I was the protagonist here, so he picked me. At that point I, for some unexplained reason, had a big gash in my hand that didn't bleed but if I pulled at my skin in a certain way I could see right through it. So I went on to explain, in extremely hedged language, how it would be very convenient if this wound would somehow become healed so I could use my hand again, because then I could simply snap my fingers and it would solve everything. I carefully avoided any mention of a wish, request, or anything like that. The demon was apparently convinced, and my wound was healed.

Next thing I know, I get a... notification? It was that eight elder gods had taken up residence in my body, and I got to see like a cutscene of how they were rearranging my insides and changing things to make me a superpowered avatar of the gods or something. I had no time to think about that very much because shortly after, I woke up. It took me a good ten seconds to remember what day it was.

But it did make me think, because traditionally, demons are the ones to make deals, right? And a lot of stories involve people trying to outsmart demons. But gods just do whatever they damn well feel like. So a demon, when it realises it's outsmarted (or just because it wants to fuck with someone) could grant someone's wish entirely in the way the wisher intended, not pulling any tricks or trying to fuck them over, but also send a quick celestial text to the gods saying "hey guys, this mortal just outsmarted me and became really powerful! They're very impressive, you should take note" and then wait for them to do the fucking-with! Because they have total plausible deniability! "Well, you clearly bested me so I gave you everything you asked for. You can't hold me responsible for what the gods decide to do now, can you?"

Gyrre:
I had a dream Dan Akroyd was director a slice of life dramedy TV series revolving around an autism support group and it's members of assorted ages and symptoms. In it, I was both a consultant for my age demographic (early Millennial) and one of the actors. And everyone working on the project on both sides of the camera — even the producers — were all on the spectrum. It was nice feeling such a sense of belonging.

Of course, we had to fight to keep the show going because the studio heads were being absolute f*ckers about things. Some folks were being pissy about the way neurotypicals were being portrayed. (We didn't just have them all be savior/saint types and the shitty parent aspect was focused on as a source of drama.)

Farideh:
I would watch that show.

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