(So I <3 you Mlem, but you keep crashing or not opening.)

I have returned on Voyager. It’s look on iPad is meh, but who am I to complain.

I also now have a dirty little secret. I finally tried CGPT today. It didn’t do the particular thing I wanted it to do, but it was interesting nonetheless. I’ve been reading some interesting comments on people replacing therapy with it and claims of better results with it and the image version than hired agencies. That’s a scary thought, but I guess it really highlights language and literal vs interpretation. Guess being a prompt engineer really is a thing.

Warning, strange dream stuff in a wall of text below.

In other wild news on the channel that is my brain. Holy hell. The dream/s I awoke from the morning I think just highlights some stress level at an all time high. My dream was such an insane jumble of scenarios saying it out aloud was just so bizarre. I do get a lot of jump/cut scenes in my dreams. So that bit isn’t unusual.

• There was a nightclub with a warehouse that had a netball team (all of which were partially owned by moi). Then there were sneaky negotiations and no one was to be trusted because apparently other parties were trying to take it and just leave me with warehouse/netball team.
• There was a strange female older adult that I somehow knew who was sick (absolutely no idea who that might have represented) and needed regular massage treatment who knew about the bad things going on, but was an unreliable narrator.
• Then there was someone who was quasi-stalking the netball team. I caught them and it was a women who was making weird posters of the team members naked using photos. I snatched the poster and ran upstairs only to open it and find that I grabbed something else and it was a photo of me and someone else in my life and some weird mundane comments below. I close it and then open it and I can’t find the photo any more and I find it in some weird pocket of the poster. So so weird.
• I then leave and am walking a friend back to their home (it’s sunny outside and no idea who the friend is). I have expensive shoes on and an expensive bag that I know is the equivalent to something like Hermes and none of these items are my colours at all. As I leave their house, I slide down their short drive way because my soles are slippery and I fall over scraping the slightly bag. I check and it’s okay, but my shoes which are this weird pale buttercup yellow have some damage, but it’s not a scrape but some part of the sole need the heel that has become unglued. I get up and their cat runs out and attacks my shoes twice by digging their claws in. I tell my friend, but they’re like, the cat is just saying hello.
• Then there was a storm and I was at my home, but not my home. A tiny picture frame falls off the wall and the frame comes apart slightly, but it’s not broken. I went to fix it and when I look out the window I can see the wild storm over the city, which is weird because the view is actually from a window at the house I grew up in. I see what looks like a hurricane in the distance behind the city line and birds flying like crazy overhead. I then see a firetruck and when I turn around to go the middle of the house that has large bifold doors that are open, two drenched couples turn up and I say, have you just been to the races because they’re all dressed up. I realise they’re airbnb’ing the house and I’m not supposed to be there. I tell them I’ll just grab my stuff. I fix the picture frame and hang it back on the wall and as I’m grabbing my stuff I go to my bedroom and it’s weird. It’s messy and for a moment I freak out because I think, ugh, have these people just slept in my bed without fresh sheets, but then I look again and realise there are fresh sheets on it.

Then I wake up.

So I used to tell these weird dreams to my friend when I was in primary and her father used to always say I was fibbing. LOL.

If I could ever write this stuff, I’d be a modern day Kafka. Hahahahah.