——— Wednesday 2 July 2025
“Nerve Cells”
— I found myself overwhelmed by a deep sense of all-consuming despair. I tried to will myself to sink into darkness and fade away from the world. I was tired off living and wanted to disappear and let someone else take my place. My vision swam with pulsating red (or green?) tree branches arranged in a circle. They convulsed, holding no definitive shape. My being was dragged back from the abyss and forced back into existence once again.
“Cube”
— I was at my grandparents’ house. I was in the kitchen, playing around with my camera. It was fixed and stabilized on some device with my macro lens, though I don’t know what I was supposed to have been taking pictures of.
Eventually I went over to the living room only to find two random men there. They were incredibly suspicious. They were either some highly suspect government or anti-government agents. I didn’t know why they were here and I was certain that my grandparents did not let them in.
They had with them some very strange sci-fi equipment. I asked them about it and they didn’t provide strong answers, though they did show me one device that was able to scan and see everything in the house from where he was sitting. Some very strong spy gear, at the very least.
I took some photos and tried to chat with them, in order to maybe get on their good side. I wanted to send the photos out somewhere. Get these guys turned in, perhaps. Or at least let the public know that this kind of tech was around currently. They did have some other stuff that was way more imposing than just that scanner, though I don’t remember what it was anymore. I also don’t remember our full conversation.
I do at least remember that the guy I was talking to was starting to become annoyed with me and my questions. He started firing something up while I, at the same time, tried to send some photos of this equipment to some friends on Discord. At least get the word out a bit.
I never got the chance to. Out of the portal stepped somebody with a metal cube stuck onto to their head. They were a few years older than me. They looked beat-up and disheveled. They begged the man to let them go.
Without consciously speaking myself, I heard myself ask the man who this was.
He laughed and said “That’s you.”
I woke up.
“Smoke”
— I was reading some handwritten fic that I had recently written. The thing was about a batpony mare who was visiting some changeling hive and made friends with a changeling stallion.
The fic, though, was accompanied by some utterly gorgeous hand-drawn illustrations. The mare was yellow with a red and white mane. The stallion, I think, may have been black and red. Genuinely way better art than I can draw in waking life. There was only one piece that I thought was “meh”.
It was kinda disappointing to find out that not of that was real, I was proud of that art D:
— Some fragment about a game that was a weird mix between soccer, human-sized pool, and throwing paper airplanes. Figure that one out, if you will.
— A fragment about visiting some small shop in some city and talking about cameras or something else with the people there.
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