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    6. SLCer on

      The most disturbing dream I had was about a year or so after my mom passed away. The dream started with me on a gondola lift. I was alone – or at least didn’t know anyone else on it if there were any (I can’t really remember). But this was one of those dreams that starts out as one thing and changes into another.

      Anyway, as I was riding on the gondola, it began to malfunction and the cable snapped. It then plummeted to the ground and hit the ground, killing me.

      Everything went black and then I found myself outside a massive building. It looked like I was outside a stadium with a weaving line to get into, as I said, what looked like a massive building.

      So, I got in line and moved through it finally getting to the entrance. There, I peeked inside the lobby of the massive building and I saw my mom. She was standing next to a bunch of other people waiting for me to get through the line. She did not look happy that I was there. But I was happy to see her. I had missed her so much.

      Finally, I got through the entrance and walked up to her. We hugged and she told me I came too early and she was sad I hadn’t stayed longer where I had been. But everything was really vague and yet pretty obvious: I was dead and in the afterlife.

      I told her I missed her and was so happy to see her. She smiled and then I asked where my dad was, who had passed away ten years before my mom. She hesitated and told me that heaven was different than expected, that people there lived new lives. I didn’t quite know what she meant until she took me up to meet my dad.

      Up like into a gigantic apartment building – to his door in a long, almost endless hall of other apartments.

      She then said she needed to prepare me for how things were in heaven. My dad was married now, to a new person, and they had a kid too, who would have I guess been my half-brother. I never did find out how you could have a *new* child in heaven, but maybe in this dream heaven world that’s where all the stillborn kids go? I don’t know. All I know is that my dad was now married to someone not my mom and had a new kid.

      She then dropped another bombshell: the longer you’re in heaven, the more you forget your past life. So, she warned me that my dad might not remember me, as he did not remember my mom despite her being his wife.

      We knocked and the door opened. It was a woman I did not recognize but she was very warm and invited us in. It wasn’t a secret who we were. I told my dad I was his son and he smiled but admitted he didn’t really remember much about me. We talked a bit and I played with the baby and then my mom and I left.

      Back in the hall, I then asked about my brother, who passed away at 12 before I was born and my grandparents, my mom’s parents. *Where were they?*

      My mom looked so sad as she told me she hadn’t found them yet.

      And at that moment, I woke up. Kinda terrified and freaked out my mom was all alone on the other side.

      I really hated that dream. I had it in like 2021 or something and it’s stuck with me pretty vividly all these years later.

    7. AnalyticOpposum on

      After 10 years of being interested in politics, I have to conclude that most people are stupid and evil.

      The vast majority of people would rather pay twice as much money to hurt people as it would cost to help them.

      Prisons that trap people in a life of crime, deportations targeting seasonal farm workers, leaving homeless people to die of exposure, food stamps instead of cash, making school children pay for breakfast and lunch.

      Stupid because their solutions don’t solve the problem and evil because the cruelty is the point.

    8. GravyBear28 on

      If God wanted me to be happy then why am I ever hear you absolute fucking losers.

    10. Respect4Shareholderx on

      > Although much of Nightingale’s work improved the lot of women everywhere, Nightingale believed that women craved sympathy and were not as capable as men.[d] She criticised early women’s rights activists for decrying an alleged lack of careers for women at the same time that lucrative medical positions, under the supervision of Nightingale and others, went perpetually unfilled.[e] She preferred the friendship of powerful men, insisting they had done more than women to help her attain her goals, writing: “I have never found one woman who has altered her life by one iota for me or my opinions.”[77][78] She often referred to herself as, for example, “a man of action” and “a man of business”.[79]

      Thatchercore

    12. that0neGuy22 on

      Ukraine/Gaza/Sudan and sometimes Myanmar has hit the 2010s Syria zone where I followed it every day then tuned out because the news somehow got worse every day.

      It’s strange because ima news junkie avoiding world events because they make me sad

    13. dannylandulf on

      One of the downsides of late night whiskey it that is usually leads to late nite nacho cravings.

    15. Human-Advance-9038 on

      Hunter: He is a fucking dictator thug

      Andrew: Bukele or Trump?

      Hunter: Both 👐

      The way he said “both” with the hand gesture was perfect. It’s meme worthy.

    18. GravyBear28 on

      It’s hard to believe this bullshit is my life. I feel like if I told my younger self that this is what it would be he would have just fucking killed himself right there.

      But no, here I am.

    20. Roseartcrantz on

      Whether or not someone has an inner monologue can help explain a lot about them, but I asked my boyfriend what his sounded like and now I’m thinking that might be a really interesting thing to keep in mind for other people.

      He said his is incessant but more task-based like, “you need to do this, and this next, and then this” kinds of thoughts. Mine is just narration trying to contextualize anything around me, even my deciding to do something is usually decided by having thought of what I think it could look like later.

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