Almost never. My dreams are usually “me” (a bodiless third-person observer) drifting through wastelands devoid of life. Some favourites include blue hour medieval cobblestone wasteland, and golden hour desert wasteland.

If there ever is other “life” it tends to be big cats and they’re always hostile. And of course I do have a body for them to hunt in those instances.

Back in my teen years I kept a dream journal and I did have “normal” believable dreams sometimes, but they don’t really happen anymore.

Everyone wants something from you and they want it NOW, but when you need something it’s like pulling teeth to even get acknowledgement.

People exiting a building or vehicle get priority over people entering. Let people out before you go cram yourself in the way.

Tie between the time I threw my back out changing the car tires and it hurt so bad to breathe I had to lie flat on the ground, and she was mad because it delayed me driving her to go do laundry.

Or the time she was mad about me installing the air conditioner in our apartment to cool down (the cats loved it too), because, “It doesn’t benefit ME”. That was shortly after I asked her to start paying for half of the utilities while I was unemployed. I had been paying them all myself for 3+ years, including the two times she was unemployed in that period.

A plastic stepping stool that is probably older than me. It holds a subwoofer off the ground so that the downstairs neighbours don’t get thumped too hard (they have never complained).

I can share my anecdote about a girl I dated who had bipolar disorder. Take it with a grain of salt.

She was fine until she decided to get off her medication, and then things got chaotic. Sudden shifts from cheery to outraged about little things (not being included in a short conversation with my roommate about fishing), leaving in the middle of the night to walk home through a sketchy downtown area and convinced she would be fine. I worried for her safety and had to walk her home against her protest.

Then there were arguments about conversations that we never had. I don’t know if that had anything to do with bipolar or something else.

From what I can tell the medication made a world of difference. If I knew better at the time I would have tried to convince her to get back on it.

Abusive relationships tend to be like that. Now you’re free and can make up for lost time. There’s too much good music/movies/food/video games/nature to enjoy to let it go to waste. DM if you ever need someone to chat about it with.

Hey, I recognize you from some of the memes you’ve posted and I appreciate them.

Can relate to most of what you have said in this thread and yeah… Understandable.

Still, there is more to life than other people. What about you, what you like and what you care about? Maybe now’s a good time to be selfish and enjoy things just for you.

In comment sections or in community pages, it’s mostly an ocean of default avatars.

When I joined it seemed like most people had an avatar. I have used this one for years, so why not?

I also like recognizing other Lemmings. Username is alright for that, but the image helps even more. It makes it feel like a small community from the internet of old (forums).

Alaska

Fall. No allergies, cooler temperatures, the changing leaves, shorter days, and the coming of winter (2nd favourite). I don’t do well in heat and I’m not very fond of the sun.

I use this exact recipe all the time.

How did your bread turn out?

Applications will open by age group:

May 1: 55 to 64 years old
May 15: 18 to 34 years old
May 29: 35 to 54 years old

Besides continuing to do what you are already doing, try looking at the career sections of local businesses and applying directly to them/through their career pages. I was in a similar situation recently and noticed a lot of companies were apparently hiring, but didn’t have listings on job sites.

Location is very important. If you don’t get any nibbles or see anything jump, try moving to a different spot.

Time of day and patience are key. Sometimes you’ll get bite after bite, and then the next time at the same spot, nothing.

Also try switching up your bait if it’s not working, but you think there are fish there, as they can be picky eaters. Using shiny lures seems to work well.

Never underestimate the effectiveness of giving the line a little jiggle as you reel it in to simulate live prey.

I like to bring gloves to protect my hands from sharp fins (some can cut the shit out of you easily), as well as pliers to remove the hook as quickly and painlessly as possible.

A couple projects at the moment.

A 3D platformer/adventure, my “dream game”, which I realized the scope exceeds my capabilities for now until I learn more. I’m taking some inspiration from games I’ve been playing like Cavern of Dreams and Pseudoregalia and will be simplifying it eventually to be closer to those. Here’s a little demo video of the character hopping around a level and solving a puzzle

A 3D rogue-lite made from the bones of the project above. There is a drought threatening the faeries, so you have to go collect dew drops from dusk til dawn before they evaporate. It’s basically kicking balls in a 3D space and plays kind of like a janky Rocket League. Sort of fun, at least!

A 3D platformer/FPS, sort of like Half-Life. This is my latest and is meant to help me solidify an understanding of game systems and how to keep it lean and simple. The shooting is janky though and I’m not sure I care to make proper enemies so it might get simplified further to just be little puzzles.

Nirvana’s version of The Man Who Sold the World.

The constant barrage of unfortunate events.

Went through a breakup while unemployed and was facing homelessness since my cost of living practically doubled instantly. The cats were hers and I miss them every day.

Got a new job and my car broke down and died on the first day of work.

Trying to move to somewhere affordable but I definitely need a car for where I’m looking to go. Found a car but it’s 5-6 months wait time for the factory order, so I continue to pay insane rent by myself in the meantime, and look for a used car to maintain my good standing with the insurance company.

Got a brand new bed a few weeks ago. Yesterday noticed ants climbing all over the wall right next to it. Luckily they weren’t in the bed but I had to move it to an inconvenient spot for peace of mind, and worry about more ants coming back. There’s no food or anything even close to the bedroom.

Every time someone moves out of this apartment building the new people who move in have multiple dogs. There are more dogs than people living here. They’re constantly barking and howling and setting each other off and nobody does anything about it. I can’t escape the noise anywhere in my unit.

I just want to get out and start the rest of my life in a new place already.

Bake your own bread. It costs less, tastes better, and there are no plastic bags involved except for re-using ones you already have.

I am thinking how it unjustly hurts people from the rest of the American continent.

Here in Canada, we call people from the USA “Americans”. There’s no confusion, and if you called a Canadian “American” they would correct you immediately. If you explained you meant it in reference to the continent of North America they would still insist that you don’t. It may be technically correct, but it would be frowned upon. We appreciate your consideration, but the word is firmly their word, at least to us. “North American” would be fine, though.