Dreamed I was Doctor Who (10th version, David Tennant), on a planet where I protested compulsory cosmetic surgery*, empty sex, and rule by flying-men-horses* who took the proletariat whenever they felt like it. In other words, pretty much Earth. My last advice to them after they’d thrown down these shackles and were now living in the woods was the suggestion to take dogs as pets. And then I TARDISed away.
*The cosmetic surgeon would actually just arrive in town and start grabbing people and nipping and tucking them without them having any say in it. There was also a lottery involved where anyone done was entered into a chance to win $100,000. I told the surgeon to just take the $100,000 for himself and hire a couple doctors and let clients come to him. Apparently I also introduced capitalism to them. Oops.
*They tattooed their horse bodies too (visible because they were mainly beige horse bodies).
Wondering what the heck kind of shoes I wear when I am dreaming. There’s a general lack of attention given to my wardrobe in the dreamworld; I’d like to have some control over what I wear.
Update: Dreamed I wore horrible brown loafers! Shit!
“As I look out the window, I see a very beautiful planet that seems very inviting and peaceful. Unfortunately, it is not. These days, we are constantly reminded of the unspeakable acts of violence and damage we can inflict upon one another, not just with our actions, but also with our irresponsible words,” he said. We’re better than this. We must do better.”
— Scott Joseph Kelly, astronaut, speaking from the International Space Station
“If you knew better you would do better.” — Robyn and Snoop Dog: