The "I don't want to talk about AI" thread, and the new topic is: it's Sunday, enjoy the weekend while it lasts

I had a happy dream the other night: not only was our cat who died a few years ago still around, but about a dozen other cats were sheltering on our porch from the rain. We don't have a porch, but never mind.
 
Now and again, I dream of being at some function, being a personal guard for someone (like when I was a PI), and someone opens fire on the crowd. I shoot at them, but they are like Superman, and bullets bounce off. They shoot back, but they aren't good shots, and they kill innocent people around me. Those are the ones I wake up screaming from feeling powerless. Thankfully, they aren't often.
 
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