apt-get's journal

Some sort of victorian world. I had to write four short stories as some kind of homework, which had me annoyed since I can't normally even write one. I started raising catgirls. One was in a jail cell, the other was free to roam, both in apartments though. I remember a distinct discussion with someone about which kind of locks are the best to prevent catgirls from escaping: sliding locks or lever lcoks, whatever that is.

At some point, I clearly realised how sad of a situation this was, but I justified it somehow. Can't remember the explanation.

I received a ping on IRC from some kind of "lolicon guild": they were going in town to unlock gacha costumes through real-world lotteries, and asked anyone who came to bring their bonus points with them. I attached my catgirl to a caravan, and went there. I wasn't that interested in the event, but wanted to show off my catgirl.

On a plaza, there was a landphone which apparently let you talk to dead artists. A little girl called some jazz musician, and started singing one of his pieces very beautifully. I woke up soon after that.

Dreams after more than 15-16 hours of sleep can get weird.