I had something similar where I had been bouldering all day and fell, so I was sitting outside, filthy and sweaty, while my friend ran inside for first aid stuff. Two gentlemen walked up to me and tried to hand me a $20 and some fast food. Very kind of them, but I turned them down.

Oh heck. I missed the porridge soup

Seconded

Soy un perdedor

I was young and didn’t know how to say no…

Timeshare.

I don’t know about worried, but onions absolutely make my hands reek. To the point where it can ruin a meal I’m eating, especially if it’s a hand food like a burrito or burger or something. I don’t mind garlic on my hands, but onions are just awful for some reason.

I don’t have one of these bars, but I’m seriously contemplating it.

I don’t really listen to podcasts often, but when I do they’re usually radio play, types. So I’ll absolutely start at the beginning.

For others that have topics that are done in pieces, like for Last Podcast on the Left, I’ll just usually scroll until I find something that sounds interesting. I absolutely love their Black Plague episodes, or The Donner Party ones.

… Those are my favorite

Ehhh to be honest, I’ve gotten a little too comfortable on the other days of the week just slacking off, so I’m hoping my brain will let me power through at least a few items today so I don’t look like I’m doing nothing.

My work does 4x10s so most people choose to have Fridays off instead of Mondays, which means it’s extra quiet on Fridays. Great for productivity.

I Will Survive - Something about this song just makes me murderous.

Don’t Stop Believing - By the gods, please do stop. I love Journey, but just don’t play this.

Bohemian Rhapsody - I think I’m just really tired of it. It’s been held up at such a pinnacle for so long and played far too often and I just can’t anymore. I don’t care. Turn it off.

That isn’t a crayfish. That’s a mini lobster.

Norman Reedus with forever have “and the funky fetus” after his name because of Death Stranding.

I somehow missed Buffy growing up, so my first exposure was of her as Daphne in the Scooby Doo movie.

I think now that I’ve watched a lot of Buffy, those two balance out for me.

Or I’m just outside of the car and have to kinda hop hobble stretch to get in and grab the E brake

To answer out of order, I don’t analyze them. I don’t think there’s really any reason to.
Sometimes it can be a window to the subconscious, but it’s mostly just random things.

It’s really hard to answer what it’s like. I dream very frequently and quite often vividly. What it’s like varies so much night by night. Lately, for maybe the past three weeks, I’ve been having one nightmare after the next after the next. For me, I tend to enjoy the scarier dreams that deal with “monster movie” plots. Zombies, clowns, ghosts, etc. Those are fun for me because they’re not real irl, so it’s easier to enjoy.

The problem I’m having right now is that these nightmares are too real and too targeted. “Nobody likes you” or bleeding out or being alone or getting cancer. Just all the horrible things my brain can do to make me wake up miserable, I guess.

When I’m stressed, I have a set of reoccurring themes that makes it easier to identify as a stress dream and therefore not be as effected by the events or emotions in the dream. Themes are: tsunamis, bears, brakes failing, or physical abuse.

One of the greatest problems I have after dreaming so vividly my whole life, is that I’m terrified that my brain will flip a switch when certain situations arise. For example, I’ve often dreamed about drowning. As in I’m in a pool or lake or ocean and for some reason am unable to get air. So I start panicking and doing anything I can. As I finally can’t take it anymore, I gasp for the air that isn’t there and… Huh. I can breathe water? It takes a bit, but inevitably the dream says look at you, you’ve always been able to breathe water, you just never tried.. So when it comes to the real world, I’m terrified that if there’s a situation where I need to hold my breath for a while underwater, my brain is going to just lean into the many lessons learned and tell me to just breathe and it’ll be fine, because I’ve always been able to breathe water, duh.

So. None of that probably answers your question. But it’s such an esoteric and personal and varied thing from person to person. Or from week to week within a single person.

If you do want to dream more, try to keep a little notebook on your nightstand and when you wake up with these dreams you rarely have, write them down. It clues your brain in to start remembering them more and then you will start to truly dream.

(not trying to sound like a hipster but) I read the manga a fair while before the movie came out and the relationship with the girl’s mom is explored more deeply. God. It hits so hard.

Fuck you and fuck this

Discovery Zone!! What a huge nostalgia trip

My dad liked to use Weedeater as a sort of verb. To Weedeap. So he’d love to say he was going outside to weedeap the knee deep weeds.

Juggle. I’m by no means a master, but I know my way around quite a few different juggling things. Balls, sticks, hoops, the two sticks you hold with the longer one you juggle in the middle, diabolos/Chinese yo-yos.