The "I don't want to talk about AI" thread, and the new topic is: should we really be talking about our dreams?

You know which dreams I hate? I mean, really, really hate?

The ones where I wake up. But I'm not awake, so I have to actually wake up still. The worst I remember was dreaming of waking up seven times before I actually did wake up.
 
Well, I don't know about that. He described putting the mayo on the bread and mustard on the bologna. Didn't mention the sex of the bread, meat, or condiments.

Mayo feels like a very masculine condiment. For one, it ends in O and in languages that have gendered words, O is typically on masculine words. Secondly, it's a white, thick liquid and well, you know.

Stick bread has to be masculine. Buns with a slit, obviously feminine.

I'm not sure on bolonga. It ends in A so I'd say feminine but then it isn't pronounced like it ends in A.

I feel mustard could be bi - it's a very versatile condiment.
 
You know which dreams I hate? I mean, really, really hate?

The ones where I wake up. But I'm not awake, so I have to actually wake up still. The worst I remember was dreaming of waking up seven times before I actually did wake up.
I suggest you spin a dreidel or something to make sure you aren't living through Inception.
 
You know which dreams I hate? I mean, really, really hate?

The ones where I wake up. But I'm not awake, so I have to actually wake up still. The worst I remember was dreaming of waking up seven times before I actually did wake up.
D= I absolutely loath those dreams. And I always know I'm dreaming when they start happening, but I can't wake up. Which in a way just makes them worse! As they keep cycling round and round till I actually wake up, and then it takes me a while to be sure I've woken up for real this time.
 
You know which dreams I hate? I mean, really, really hate?

The ones where I wake up. But I'm not awake, so I have to actually wake up still. The worst I remember was dreaming of waking up seven times before I actually did wake up.
Or the ones where you try to scream but your voice is weirdly paralysed
 
And I call it algebraic
But find it kind of sad
My dreams of multiplying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, 'cause I like to calculate
When people measure circles
It's a very, very
Mað world
 
Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
 
And I call it algebraic
But find it kind of sad
My dreams of multiplying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, 'cause I like to calculate
When people measure circles
It's a very, very
Mað world
Spectacular use of the eth.
 
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