Goadstool

Didn't know my brother was medical advisor to the king

Hey where y'all doing your these days?

Every stream chat is now at least 80% people just spamming "W" and/or "L"

Papers, Please is an obvious suggestion (though it is basically anti-revolutionary).

Alright I know hearing about other people's dreams is boring, but I don't really remember my dreams and I haven't had one this unsettling in as long as I can remember, so I'm gonna share it with y'all anyway.

Picking up at where it gets interesting, I'm with a group of friends and we're leaving this movie theater late at night. We head to our car, and (because dream logic) the car is covered in junk. Old clothes, mattresses, plastic buckets, it's like a straight up junkyard. So we all get to work clearing off our car, and that's when we start to hear it; some woman is yelling, as frantically as you can imagine, "PLEASE GO TO RICHARD DALLAS'S OFFICE! PLEASE GO TO RICHARD DALLAS'S OFFICE! PLEASE. GO TO. RICHARD DALLAS'S OFFICE!!!" over and over again, from one of the cars buried underneath the junk. It sounds like she's been screaming this for a while before we even got there, like she's not screaming at us, she's just screaming it. (I do not know a Richard Dallas).

The best way I can describe the way she's screaming this is that it sounds like she believes that if we do not immediately go to Richard Dallas's office, then someone she deeply loves is going to die.

My friends and I look at each other very concerned, but we keep cleaning off our car, desperate to get outta here. There are small breaks in the screaming, but every now and then it picks back up again, just as frantic and desperate as before. After a few minutes, the woman screams again, but it's different: "JUST SAY YOU'RE ALREADY AT RICHARD DALLAS'S OFFICE. JUST SAY YOU'RE ALREADY AT RICHARD DALLAS'S OFFICE. JUST SAY YOU CAN'T GO." like she's getting frustrated that we're not dropping everything and immediately going to this office. Then she starts screaming "PLEASE GO TO RICHARD DALLAS'S OFFICE." again after a while.

We keep cleaning off our car, and (because dream logic) my girlfriend's best friend somehow falls through the driver's side window into the car that's parked in front of our car. We can immediately tell she's frozen with fear, even before we see that sitting on the floor on the front passenger inside of this car is a woman with dry, cracked skin. We can hear her screaming just the same as she has been, but she looks like she's not moving at all - not even breathing. We can't see her face, instead she's holding up her hand, her palm wide open. In the center of her palm is a dry spot of blood. The only thing about her that's moving is this hand, slowly turning upwards towards our friend, who is paralyzed, as the woman continues to scream in the same tone and volume: "PLEASE GO TO RICHARD DALLAS'S OFFICE!" Again and again.

We reach out to grab our friend and pull her out, as the woman's hand is slowly turning towards her... and then I woke up with extreme neck pain because I was laying on my pillow wrong.

Anyway I'm ranting because I know I can and I want to write this one down because what the fuck.

y'all ever just look up at the stars and think about the increasingly concerning data on global warming

I think it's quite a good thing, actually. It makes it very easy to undermine the propaganda, when you expose why a situation exists in the first place to someone spouting said propaganda without knowing the history. Same goes like double for Korea.

What's a downvote?

Shit like this makes me wish I was still living with nothing to lose