This post was inspired by a dream misadventure I had the other night where I was just minding my own business getting gophers out of the rice field, then suddenly on the intercom/announcements (which I did not expect to have in my dream, since I was outside, not in a building), a voice said "attention, this is a representative of the fediverse speaking... going into effect today, dreamland itself, err, everyone's dreams, are now a part of the fediverse; that is all, happy floating on cloud nine" and then suddenly a bunch of Stalingrad ninjas popped out of nowhere and ambushed me (yeah, how would you react if that's the case). So I guess I'm not even safe from everyone in my sleep.
I had a dream with a neighbourhood that doesn't exist.
In the dream I know how to reach it - you need to go on a certain direction without crossing the main street, except that it's literally impossible to do so IRL.
The neighbourhood is poor and dilapidated; we call it a "vila" here in my city. And yet it's safe enough to let me walk through that neighbourhood for a shortcut. There's no house yards there, or streets, just a bunch of houses built at random.,
The weirdest part? It was the third time that I dreamt with this neighbourhood.
I can't remember the last one, so I'll tell the one before.
I think I had activated some really primal stuff. You know how so many animals cuddle in a bunch, often in entire groups, to keep warm and sleep together? Yeah, I was basically just lying down, with members from my family, on top of my father's rhythmically raising-falling belly, right on the edge of falling asleep (within my dream).
It was heaven. The most peaceful I have felt in a looong time. Despite us humans being boney animals (by default), it just felt so soft and comfy. I think it must have been some leftover from ancient hominid (?) life.