I never remember my dreams. Don’t have a great memory in general.
My wife can tell me details about her dreams that I can’t tell her about my yesterday, it’s insane.
I had a dream where my wife used my Good Scissors to cut shitty cardboard. I had to sharpen and tighten and adjust the curve on them and everything it sucked. I told my wife about it and she was mad at her dream self, so I know I got a good one.
Have I been using untightened scissors all this time?
Part of how scissors are design is for there to be a natural tendency to pull the blades together when you press with your thumb.
On a reladed note, if you’re left-handed, get a pair of left-handed scissors. There are two reasons for this. First, you will be amazed at how much easier it is to cut with the correct scissors. Second, you can have your friends who don’t think having the correct scissors is a big deal try them and see how wrong they are.
Yes. Yes you have.
The only thing worse than loose scissors is overtightened scissors, though, so it’s a fine line.
I just died in your arms tonight
I only remember my ereyesterday’s dream. A bit weird.
There was a war, against people past a hill. We fought with old muskets and knives. Sort of. Those muskets could be loaded 5 times in advance, and shoot 5 shots.
I’ve enjoyed killing. It filled me with joy seeing a bullet go through someone’s head or chest. We ran out of bullets, I picked up another musket that still had 2. Went back to the hill, firing both shots. Then I again went down and picked a large cleaver. Ready to chop into any enemy at arm distance, I ran back.
An enemy was at reach, when all of a sudden, the war has ended.
I couldn’t get over it. My purpose was to kill, to slash, to shoot, now it was over. I had no purpose, all I ever could do was gone. No more killing.I don’t know what to make out of it.
Would make a great video short.
i don’t remember my dreams, except ever few years I get a metadream. where I dream I wake up so stuff then realize it’s a dream and I wake up, then i wake up and go stuff only to realise it’s still a dream. then I think about how I can’t tell if it’s still a dream, then I wake up go to the bathroom, start breakfast… only to realise it’s still a dream and I wake up…
when I wake up for real I stay in bed for a bit wondering if it’s real or not… it’s very frustrating… might still be in a dream…
I had a dream I worked a single doordash order and I hated it.
Did your dream self say, “At least it isn’t InstaCart”?
Last night, I had a dream that fucking Kevin came into the house with a raw chicken like fucking Dionysius, and he just laughed, swinging it around, spraying chicken juice all over everyone and everything. I am so mad.
Who tf is Kevin
ugh. this is just ~ he didnt listen in my dream ~ except instead of he its she
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