That sounds like a good dream, they donāt need to be complicated to be good.
I know of at least 1 sticker that has been outside for months that is still looking amazing, I will see if I can grab a picture of it today.
That sounds like a good dream, they donāt need to be complicated to be good.
I know of at least 1 sticker that has been outside for months that is still looking amazing, I will see if I can grab a picture of it today.
Had another dream regarding custom work in which an other company used a lead acetate based glue with a lot of random stuff mixed in and PVC sheets for their flex knockoffs.
Dreams are weird, and Iām pretty sure that this makes no sense. But I got the message from the dials; buy the genuine DT stuffā¦
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Joking aside, Iāve been thinking a lot about implants lately, so having cyborg themed dreams is to be expected.
Donāt forget to post it on the sticker thread:
@Pilgrimsmaster, I think that you forgot to move the sticker thread to the Show Off subcategory. I also had to use Google search to find it, maybe thereās an indexing problem of some sort?
My latest DT related nightmare involved some really soft t-shirts, and well, hiding them from a couple of crazy family members.
I should probably buy some DT merchā¦
I had a dream back around New Yearās Day where some folks, probably you guys, were hanging out around the porch where I grew up and we had some medical supplies and were installing implants.
Then as we were cleaning up there was this white-grey fluffy cat who belonged to one of us and she had a bit of blood on her leg. It didnāt look serious, but since we had all the medical equipment out we thought why not take a look? And then while we had the cat on the cyborg operating table we thought, why not make her one of us?
This idea of going in for one operation and getting more lead to a discussion of consent, which then lead into the next part of the dream.
We were packing up the medical supplies in a warehouse that looked like it was being used as a refugee camp. There was an officer or some such authority there who was working on a case for someone who was supposedly being scammed over the phone by a guy trying to get them to install an implant that they were planning on using to track them for the later part of the scam. But, none of these people understood how these implants work, and the scammer seemed to think that they were going to be able to pull off some kind of GPS or remote data tapping or something.
So I said, hey, why are we even worried about this clown? and I started calling him up so that he could āscamā me too and then Iād walk away with a free implant. But then there was some discussion about how the original target might not understand or want the implant and how we donāt actually know what kind of firmware might be masked on the implant or if itās locked by an unknown password or the likes, so even if it doesnāt do what the scammer thinks it does it also might not do what we think it does either. That did sound to me like a real scam, the sort of scam a proprietary company like Amazon would pull, and I had second thoughts. But I was still tempted to get one so we could analyse it.
āWhat goes in can come out with blades and effort.ā
Dreamt that @amal was giving a talk on biohacking fairly close to where I live so I went to attend. On my way there I drove past a guy who was mopping blood stains off a country highway (one stain by the front bumper of his car that was stopped at the crest of a hill, another stain further down the hill). At the conference it was cool to meet Amal in person but I was too shy to say who I was from the forum so I just remained an anonymous attendee. As I was driving home I was regretting it and also regretting not having used the opportunity while we could chat freely in person to discuss my speculations on a cyborg computer idea Iāve been pondering. On my way back down the country highway the guy had mopped up all the blood but was still desperately scrubbing away at the pavement such that the mop water still left a trail where the blood had been. Heād also attempted to rearrange the shrubs of a garden plot in his farm to make the recently dug up earth seem less suspicious. My mind went all detective-reconstruction-mode like in the movies and I could deduce exactly what had happened to the point that I could tell it was an honest accident, so I silently wished him luck, kept my lips sealed, and continued on my way.