apt-get's journal

A place that sort of looked like a big plaza with a sports festival and party going on at the same time. The population was mix of HS acquaintances, college friends, and imaginary people. I was generally having a good time, and people were actually taking the initiative to talk to me.

I spent some time talking to a girl that liked my music reviews (?). We chatted a bit about music, then argued about which of two different songs was an artist's best composition, only to realize we were actually talking about the same one; the version I was defending was simply the instrumental one.

"Someone's haircut is basically 90% of their personality."

I found myself at a barber shop. I had been there once before, but weaseled out of actually cutting my long hair. This time, though, I had fully accepted it and was ready to cut it short.

I talked with the barber about it as if he was my therapist. While waiting for my turn, I met a bunch of guys filling airshot cartridges in the idle room. At that moment, I thought it'd be nice if we were into the same hobbies as well.

I saw someone playing music at some point, which really reinvigorated my desire to start playing an instrument again.

This dream was pretty disjointed, for the most part.

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For the last 50 years, a disease called "Veritas" has existed, affecting roughly ~half of the population worldwide. You'd see eldritch horrors and indescribable monsters at every turn. These were generally passive, but would attack you in a visceral manner if you so much as brushed against them. However, kids would be unaffected, and if you managed to reach the age of 18 without learning about their existence, you'd never see them or be able to interact with them.

A kid in a settlement knew something was wrong and that he was being lied to. Started tempting the adults present, acting as if he was already in to the secret, hoping they'd slip up and mention what was actually wrong with the world. The phenomenon would only be referred to as "that thing" and other similar expressions.

Back to the real world. At this point, it was acknowledged that the events described previously were simply a fictious scenario. I join a role-playing chat group dedicated to this setting, and went over to one of their gatherings (in a church). It had more of an otaku event feel than a tabletop DnD one, with a rather low mean age and plenty of bleached hair. The group started doing rituals, which made me rather uncomfortable as they were closer to a demon-summoning ceremony than anything else I could think of. I think I left quickly after that, then woke up.