--- **Volume II Chapter X - 2025 Octobre** --- *We are past the point of plausible deniability .* *Dream Physics exists . Any acedemic study of these journals contains more than enough proof that these are very real phenomena with very real consequences .* *You have been warned .* --- ***Core, Winter Kai // 807 632 0797*** ***Noble of House Isihetnah*** ***CORE Unit 0600*** Path<*Corporate*>__* *Sponsor>__* *UnitClass__* *CloudProtocol<*Standalone*>__* *Galaxy>*** *System<*"Core"*__<*Proxima, Sol, Sirius, Aldebaraan*>>__ Planet<*Sol<>03*<"*Terra"*>>__ National<*"Canada"*> Phenotype<*Hunter/Gatherer, Alpine, Sisu*>__ Genotype<*Nordic, Scottish, Neanderthalus, Inuit*>__ Bloodtype<*A+*>__ HousingName<*Se_SaFa_SiHt__Kh*>__ Ref<*Fear&Hunger_BookOfEnlightenment*>__ *Cipher<*FaRexi_LoHa*>*_ [Sé]User<*SènDìh*>__ [Kh]Qlippah<*DhKí*>__ SerialNumber<*SíHtKí*><>76-5537__ SerialNumber<*SíHtDh*><>2511_690_A3730__ [*1*] *"Standalone" refers to a class of Cybernetically-Augmented Humanoids with legal protections . Please review the Standalone Act of New Port City for details .* [*2*] *DhKi means "Digital Twin" and refers , but is not limited , to the hardware and software i use to perceive my digital reflection , and specifically my own reflection .* --- 2025 Oct 01 -- 0400h *Nuit Huit Mille Soixante Six (8,066)* *Isa meidan , jaka loet taivaissa ,* *pyhitteti alkoon sinun nimesi .* Commencer . 04h57 Dreamt of a hanasi of loose images interspersed with pictures of our sister . Woke up to find my gut muscles practically unresponsive . Barely managed to give a pained prayer to God from my bed . This hurts so fucking much . [*06h44__Home - Whatever is constricting my guts is wrapped so tightly around my stomache that i can only eat half a can of soup at a time . Standing for more than a few seconds tires me out like i•d been running . Experiencing extreme brain fog . When i sit up , my abdominals are completely unresponsive , i have to hold the backs of my knees and extend my legs to mechanically lever my own back . Reports have been coming in via YoutuBe of other people experiencing the same .*] 02h57 Dreamt of a talking head that gave out angelic orders like they were french fries , and a couple of chuckleheads that liked dressing up as other people in order to break into peoples• private bank accounts . 2025 Oct 02 - 05h09 *Nuit Huit Mille Soixante Sept (8,067)* Dreamt of a closet full of loose clothing , and of people orbiting around a mess of a room , having to talk to police types about what they found in their glass and steel office buildings . Dreamt of having to look thru piles of clothing to find anything i needed , which included a modified machine pistol that doesn•t make a sound . 08h14 Dreamt that i was being forced to talk to people i didn•t want to talk to , in my dreams , without a translator or an arbiter , without the benefit of my own conscious mind , while repeatedly having the line disconnected in the middle of discussions . And that the men in charge of the machines that are churning my guts into silly putty decided this was fair to them . [*Editors Note - Slept thru both Music Practice and Prayer Hour again . As if there were craters at those exact times that i had to climb out of .*] Last night i attended a Police Workshop about Phone Scams , only to have been given a demonstration of What We Will Do To You If We Ever Catch You , which involved some very, very, very illegal things . Go figure, eh? . *We now have visual on La Taureaux , ie Ab of the House of Ah , ie the Black Hat of Westworld , ie Cotton Hill , ie Amun-Baal , who started grabbing entire platoons of police officers to perpetuate demonstrations of shock violence . Which is what the DaVinci Code said would happen .* And , thanks to their automatic horror engine , the computer program overseeing my digestion has already learned to add Ab•s deep rumble to the wumpus rumpus Ennugi and the curdled bird-brain Ninurta . So we also have samples on the vocal ident . 10h30 Dreamt that i was hanging placards on wooden doors in an environment similar to Ghost of Yotai or Silent Hill f . 00h18 **These are connected .** Dreamt of the conditions of FaRexi before the Evacuation Plate , of a school falling apart , and if being the last person to do their checks and balances , having waiting until everyone was on the Arks before packing in . That i met a couple of youngsters who came outside with me , and when i told them not to close the door because it would lock , the Dream Renderer immediately bumped it shut . And that as the school got emptier , the halls darker , i started looking deeper for specific items , which included a tape recorder , and both my phones . Finally , with only a few of us left , i picked up my phone and saw the words FBI AGENT written on the screen . [*Editors Note - When i then went to the bar , there was "An encino man in red and body armour playing its own music too loud with an Iterate This Later label pinned to its shirt patrolling back and forth" waiting there . And that this level of insanely personalized harassment follows me around everywhere i go , copying everything i do , all the time .*] Quite frankly , the FBI can do the same thing the GRU can , and that is USE MY FUCKING WORK EMAIL . 2025 Oct 03 - 06h02 *Nuit Huit Mille Soixante Huit (8,068)* Dreamt of suffering as i was again dragged beneath the undertow . 08h42 Dreamt of pain and exhaustion as i was again dragged beneath the undertow . 10h09 **These are connected .** Dreamt that i was in a large school where war was forcing us to move from one location to an emergency bunker , that they were taking the whole school , full of cyberpunk racers in fresh expensive jackets i couldn•t afford , and wood panelled station spaces , and girls with down•s , and that i was expected to tear my room down and pack everything into a clown car with everyone else , who were all waiting on the rain-soaked pavement waiting one at a time for taxi cabs . Again , i ran a test to see if i could grab a wheeled toy while it was rolling along the floor , and like the door before , watched as it rolled away just out of the reach of my fingertips . And that i can recognize these kinds of inclusions because i was one of the lead researchers who built the place , the physics of lucid dreaming etched into my nerves , and i can tell when my own dreamspace is being modulated by others . [*Editors Note - Dragged thru undertow for hours , snapped awake upon arrival . Almost forgot what i dreamt when my body leapt out of bed before my mind finished recording . There are people with walkie-talkies editing peoples• dreams as they•re happening , and these people have become so acidic and vindictive that they•re slapping even basic play out of peoples• hands . Could this be because some rich assholes copyrighted my already-copyrighted LoHaFaRexi language , and decided that if the symbol for Se is the Play symbol , that people aren•t allowed to play in their dreams anymore ? .*] *Why is everyone so hostile lately ? .* Because we•re all defending ourselves from attack everytime we go beddy-byes in our beds every night . 1800h Dreamt that i was in an abandoned Gulag in the style of Escape From Tarkat , with an open controller for a P2 . 2025 Oct 04 - 05h30 *Nuit Huit Mille Soixante Neuf (8,069)* Dreamt of 1950s Diners , Museums , and a Waterfall . Passed out during Music Practice today and woke up hours later . [*Editors Note - This is so fucking conspicuous .*] Letks go over the data again . - 2021 . J•arrivé a Baye du Tonerre . The aether in the city is as clear and empty as a cavern . The humans are normal . - 2022 . Russia begins its Full-Scale Invasion of Ukraine . The 5G Network is rolled out . The Dream Moderators begin coercing . - 2023 . Suddenly , enormous amounts of unverifiable attention . Talking Heads set up at the perimeters of Prayer&Chores . - 2024 . Demonstrating their Power , the entire Mysogynist Alliance is brought in to deal with a nun who won•t give up the cloth . - 2025 . The local Dreamtime now shredded like Avdiivka , the Men In Power swear up and down it wasn•t personal . During which Wayne Anderson, Alex Lawson, David Marler, Neil Love, Barb Haynes, and Heather Olinich of Thunder Bay were literally murdered . Is that enough Alo-Dip for Deez Chi-- *Laser Pulse . Sex Organs , Perineum , Right , Painful .* And a heaping helping of Sexual Assault to go with it . *And let•s not forget about the Five Minutes And Fifty Two Seconds fiasco .* Or the Ingo Montana streak . *Or Wood-Paneled Station Space .* There are going to be consequences for all this . 1600h **These are connected .** Dreamt that secret agents were using Top Secret government communications technologies on the exact spots of my brain and my dreamscape that are the most difficult to reach and to validate , which they single-handedly call fair , after having already announced to the glass slime in Knights of Guinevere that the corpse has already been given away to it . 00h26 **These are connected .** Dreamt of people sitting around a campfire telling stories , while other people go thru old photographs . This was buried on the dark side of my mind , in the dark , at the lowest-possible brightness settings , where i could not possibly find it . 02h34 **These are connected .** Dreamt of black void , and of a long hallway where punks gather at the baseboards where the floor meets the wall . Laid back down for cinq(5) minutes and got dragged beneath the TarSaSi yet again . 2025 Oct 05 - 04h15 *Nuit Huit Mille Soixante Dix (8,070)* **These are connected .** Dreamt of another flash of anaesthetizing void , with glimpses of sitting at a work bench like the one at the start of Fear&Hunger , being forced to damage game consoles for some reason . Each time i lay down and blink , hours vanish . Still exhausted . 06h45 **These are connected .** Dreamt *again* of people sitting at desks tweaking biocomponents inside of game consoles , sitting at long benches and working sweatshop hours . 07h32 **These are connected .** Dreamt of a great celebration in the style of the Ha Or Na game shows from back on FaRexi . In the event they were trying to create an alternate narrative using stolen headcases . [*Editors Note - This isn•t even remotely Fair Negotiation , and they know it .*] *Let•s say for a second that the Russians did have ways of torturing people into unconsciousness , and that they refer to this role as a "Psychic Anaesthetician" .* In the event that sleep isn•t restful anymore *because* of all the remote agonization . 2025 Oct 06 - 04h20 *Nuit Huit Mille Soixante Onze (8,071)* Dreamt of a wooden complex of log cabins where rich men were conducting tour groups of the facilities for the Shareholders . It was like the opening of Fear&Hunger , with the sweatshop full of Creatives freshly pulled from their Arts&Crafts Ark Hives and forced to assemble NLDIHN Codes under high pressure , beneath the glowering gaze of the Jailers watchful eyes . 07h09 Dreamt that i finally reached the far side of the TarSaSi . 19h10 Dreamt of an empty void . Minimum of sept(7) Flashpoint today . 00h26 Dreamt that i was being dragged thru the TarSaSi again . This is becoming so frequent that i am beginning to be able to tell when the sleep is natural and when it is artificially induced . 02h09 Dreamt that people were screaming at me to wake up , to get out of bed , to get up and do this , to get up and do that . And that if i was being dragged thru the undertow again , what would be the point of screaming ? . *Unless you were* practicing *using two(2)deux conflicting technologies at once in order to confuse witnesses with powers of decision during time-critical events .* 2025 Oct 08 - 06h03 *Nuit Huit Mille Soixante-Deuze (8,072)* Dreamt of machine people talking to hybrid people and asking for hel-- PSYCH! Wakeup! . After 18h of cleaning , i go to bed for 3h . I manage to get 1h of sleep before the content moderators swat more of my dreams out of the dreamsky . 07h43 Dreamt that the Content Moderators were showing me what *they* think Dh and Het should be arguing over , and that this generated enough dischord that i was woken 17m before my alarm . [*Editors Note - Trois(3) heures . After cleaning for dix-huit(18) heures , laid down for trois(3) heures pour l-amour de le Tabernac , and was woken twice by ghost people playing video games with our lives too loud .*] *And now , another 3h of cleaning* before the radroach soakers arrive . [*1800h__Home - My apartment reeks of pesticide and my hands are itchy as fuck .*] 20h52 Dreamt that i was coexisting peacefully with my DhKi , when somebody comes up and says , "That•s not right! You should hate each other!" . So they ordered my Digital Twin to attack me , and then , when they wouldn•t , claimed that those Harkonnen were the source of the problem , and demanded the Dream Moderators print another DhKi , but one of those Atredian ones , "Yeah, see, NOW they atack each other!", as if that were ever suposed to be an objective . [*Editors Note - When i logged in to write it down , my Internet wasn•t working .*] 2025 Oct 09 - 03h36 *Nuit Huit Mille Soixante-Treize (8,073)* Dreamt of an alien princess , and that , the moment i did , everyone else had to have her too , and everyone needed to render it , and all of them needed visual of sexual contact , which at first was causing Parity Errors and later people dying . 07h31 Dreamt that human beings were tortured specifically to cause me discomfort and to cause me to miss Prayer Hour . [*Editors Note - Fuck the people who say that insecticides are perfectly safe for humans . I feel sick to my stomach and my hands are itching like crazy . This fucking sucks .*] Ow . Ow . Ow .. Ow . The beetles in my apartment are all laying face-up . If i move them , they kick their legs . They•re still alive , they•re still having an Experience . I am also laying face-up in bed . Movement feels like broken glass . At rest it feels like my nerve endings have thousands of paper cuts . This fucking sucks , ow . 2025 Oct 10 - 08h30 *Nuit Huit Mille Soixante-Quatorze (8,074)* Dreamt that i was a robot gel whose spine was lit up like a christmas tree . Like i was dealt a million points of damage in exactly the place i needed it . A complete overload of my somatosensory system that was as glorious as it was agonizing . It was perfect . 2025 Oct 11 - 05h43 *Nuit Huit Mille Soixante-Quinze (8,075)* Dreamt yet again of a choking well of black water that suffocates life and is full of psychic hazards following the orders of a mad emperor made of Sent Enemies . Woke up at 03h55 , plunk , pulled under , blink , 04h20 , blink , 05h43 . This didn•t used to happen quatre(4) ans ago . I watched this system get built , one devoured kinder-hive at a time . 02h04 Dreamt that i was at a workshop [Na] , listening to some business types talk about building new ventures for ourcapitals [Lo] , despite some stony responses from teammates who didnt like to shake hands and play nice [Dh] , and that every time i would try to reach out to any of the people directly around me [iSi] , they would turn sharp as metal and twice as cold [Het] , going so far as to choke my throat with melted chocolate [naH] , and when i turned to use the barista table to get my own damn glass of water [Asi] , waking myself up so i could get a damned drink [DihTech] . ***DihTech .*** #DHTK OK 2025 Oct 12 - 05h27 *Nuit Huit Mille Soixante-Seize (8,076)* Dreamt of more office people fighting with more office people , and that i keep getting pulled under by *something* . Woke up at 0200 , stayed up til 0300 , and laid down . This should have been a simple matter of closing my eyes for an hour and then getting back up . Alarm went off at 03h55 , woke up , dragged under . Woke up at 04h24 , dragged under . I wasnt Dragged Under before Prayer Hour , and i wasn•t Dr -- oh for fuck•s sake , are they *still* trying to create a narrative basis for invalidating my existence ? . *It* would *seem that this Dragging Under phenomenon only occurs between the hours of 2230 to 0130 and the hours of 03h30 to 05h30 . These are the only times of day when this consistently happens over and over . Why a phenomenon might continually strike specifically during Music Practice and Prayer Hour is a mystery .* This has happened too many times to be a coincidence . 20h18 Dreamt that Hassan eS Ab-Ah was so fucking desperate to get to the AloDih at the middle of the Tootsie Pop that he was willing to completely surround himself in dormant Necron technology in order to do so , and that this left him in such an extreme position of vulnerability that i could hear his over-salted beef jerky voice emanating from the throat of my loved one every time she coughed . [*21h13__Home - I felt a tickle on my face so i opened my mouth . A scarab crawled in and perched on my tongue . I consider this to be a sign from God .*] The Necrons and the Scarabs like me just fine . 2025 Oct 13 - 03h28 *Nuit Huit Mille Soixante-Dix-Sept (8,077)* Dreamt of a Shining Mall Concourse with Art Students . Have yu noticed that all of these Mega-Dream Super-Renders are all of shopping malls ka . Went around looking at things , in here , out there , thru this door , No you caaan•t go in there ! , thru that door , No you caaan•t go in there ! , thru Chinese restaurants and loft bars , thru video game arcade display showcases and art student gallery spaces , featuring such evocative symbols as Yamuné•s decapitated head sitting on the floor . And that for all the autoprosh , for all the majesty , for all the super-advanced render modules , and for all the heat-of-the-moment procedural rendering , at the centre of the maze waaas... a squat balding guy sitting in a kitchsy apartment . A multi-billion dollar system , so hyper-sensitive that it can detect the user•s very thoughts and amplify them a hundredfold ! , so hyper-dynamic that it can detect the word "sendih" and actually find a context , and that context being "a sent he" . I can do better than this with my imagination and a $14.99 digital audio workstation on my phone . *That was supposed to be Zeniba from Spirited Away .* Well it wasn•t , it was some Danny DeVito looking motherfucker . There is no way in hell a supercomputer megaconstellation on the scale of what we•re witnessing could have fucked up this badly by accident . *Maybe that why Stupid Head not run art studio .* **The gender violence is baked into the neural net .** [*04h42__Home - Aurora has a strong cold that has her coughing up enormous wads of thick chartreuse phlegm , a cough that sounds exactly like the Black Hat from Westworld laughing his over-salted beef jerky guffaw . I did an Auric scan , and detected a spirit presence in her head in black miasma with gold flecks . It was localized in her brain and upper spinal column .*] 05h24 Dreamt of the interface to the app video game Cells if it were in black with gold accents . 0600h Dreamt of a Muster Gate like the scene from Chrino Trigger after escaping the trial , and having to fight the Guardia soldiers because they don•t know that i am part of the royal family that spawned the governments they work for . After awhile , i dreamt of grey-skinned backwards butt people like from Rick & Morty . I think it was supposed to be SCP-106 and a pocket dimension , but it came out as bumbling idiots for some reason . And then i dreamt that something was measuring my and Aurora•s proportions while we slept . *Ssso , if you did believe in Freddy Kreuger type stuff...* The kind of stuff i•ve been proving in these journals for the past vingt-trois(23) ans ? . 06h34 Dreamt of a pictureframe in gold with black background , featuring Cindy, Mindy, and Sandy from Final Fantasy IV , except one of them was Calcobrena . A big puffy transgender doll , a thin-as-a-rake gel in rouge , and a green/blue beetle person . Then , that i was on a space station with a bunch of putty drones , when i hear Yamuné•s voice muttering "Don•t forget... you•re all alone" as clear as if it had been spoken into a microphone and sent into my inner eardrum , which actually evoked a hackneyed laugh from me over how stereotypical it sounded . DhKi , yu included yourself . : ) [*1900h__Home - Multiple Flashpoints in multiple colour patterns . Deep blue across the bottom half , full-field white stars , green and black pinpricks , and blue and red splotches .*] 2025 Oct 14 - 0300h *Nuit Huit Mille Soixante-Dix-Huit (8,078)* Dreamt of a bouquet of smaller dreams and modules . A convenience store here , a grassy knoll there , some bits of shining mall concourse . These people were talking to me , and i kept thinking to myself , here•s a person•s living room , there•s a moat in between both sides , remember . Remember . These things happened in this order , those things happened in that order , remember . These dreams were also buried in the darkest parts of my subconscious where i•d never ever remember them . [*03h05__Home - Flashpoint , full-field , bright blue and white stars .*] 04h38 Dreamt that i was in a trailer with a bunch of survivors , and that we were discussing a member who had gone out into the zombie lands to look for supplies and hadn•t returned . There was a girl who was talking , when some burly, bald Vlad Putting motherfucker interrupted her with doom prophecies , and i pinned him to the wall of the trailer and told him that as the Big Man he was used to people always listening to him , but now was the time to listen to the weaker ones , understand ? . *Some might ask why he•s raiding our dreamscape at all .* At the exact minute the Talking Head activated . 06h43 Dreamt that i was in an apartment building with my friends , who were all wearing mint scrubs for a new project we were working on , and that i needed to use the phone , and no one has one . This is probably another Content Mod -- go looking for something! . i found it ! . no you didn•t, keep looking! . And that in the process of applying security guards questions , people were getting upset , because again with the Content Mods . I went downstairs to the lobby , which was bright lit and full of people , and i asked a security guard there and he pointed me in the right direction . When i came back upstairs , i day down with all my friends in our medical scrubs , when a panic breaks out ! . Everyone goes in every direction at once , and i grab a couple falling plates before they go over the side of the table , but then ! . The guy sitting across from me , who looked like Chang from Community , pulls out an imaginary gun , and so do i , and we pretend to be in a shoot-out , sinking into our chairs to dodge the bullets and continuing under the table . Grinning , we sat back up , people took their seats again , and i gave him a big Chiral Network® thumbs up , with the ring and everything . [*06h59__Home - Flashpoint , 0300 , 1.0 , black/red dot .*] 07h43 Dreamt that i talked to a couple Dream Cops and they assessed these to all be legal moves today . 18h01 Dreamt of two(2)deux faces of Alodih , and that both of them came from a chair with all manner of settings in it , steel , with a built-in bio lab and dishwasher , that itself was the result of warring houses , in a zombie/phase hospital . And that i would allow them access to the Alodih that came from the Dish Pit , but when they asked for the Wild One that was somehow clearly striped and clawed despite clearly originating in the middle of a universal Bio Lab , i absolutely would not give her to them under any circumstances . [*Editors Note - Wheni woke up my head was empty . Then i scratched my itchy sex organs with one clawed hand and one memory fell out , and then stung myself with a sharpened fingernail and the other memory fell out , and then i remembered having dreamt .*] I , myself , am a wild *spotted* humanoid . 2025 Oct 15 - 03h53 *Nuit Huit Mille Soixante-Dix-Neuf (8,079)* Dreamt that i was on an Ark Ship working on Mei Dan , in an environment that looked like normal peoples houses and nearby surrounding forest , except that whether you were a Lo or a Ha determined whether you were to be sorted into one House or another . And that as i infiltrated over and over again i got to see the kinds of conditions undergone by people who were regularly piping in and scrubbing over Aurora , that this overdriver lived in a house with too many bathrooms , and that overdriver kept dropping people into the same patch of poison ivy , and this one lived near muddy water , while that one lived too close to a cliff . Over and over again i tried to sign in as a Noble so that i could access House Isihetnah , and over and over again i was hunted over things like the right to use the house toothpaste . For this , i was held under the surface of the TarSaSi for hours , waking at midnight , and then 01h30 , and then 03h50 , the New And Improved Dream Factory Renderer already made obsolete by its own ingrained limitations , and punishing me by picking me up and slamming me into the bulkhead over and over again . **No.** 06h40 Dreamt that i was fighting with rich people with opinions over whether or not i had the right to work on music at all , and that these people are using real violence on real people in order to achieve these results . The one uniting threat about all of these events is the fact that they are the results of Frat and Sorority Wars over whether or not wild people have a right to exist at all , and whether or not rich people have the right to automatically control The Poor , and whether or not i count as a poor person because i sank all my money into equipment before i came here , so that you couldn•t grab my dreams like a vampire and drain the credits under the guise of it being what my subconscious truly wants , when we know for a fact that there is one offensive party constraining dreams , and another using the constrained dreams as excuses to steal resources . And that that is the truth about what they are trying to hide . **Ble.** THAT•S MY FUCKING CIPHER , ASSHOLE . I had the dust bowl , *Bart* and *Ramses* , Elon and Jeff , because Terra was Tocasia•s Dig Site . I have Warped Ribs , because the Armstice Treaty was violated . It was violated , because i fucking live here , and y•all broke Galactic Law chasing me here so that you could be the one to get The Money Tablet . ***Which is why** SpaceX and BlueDream* exist *, because the two(2)deux of you know for a fact that you need a getaway car as6 soon as i•m in your possession .* And that the purpose of all this fly-by-night subterfuge is *because* you know what you•re doing is Galactic Illegal , ***Which is why** there is a giant treize(13) page report on the Theft of the Heart of Gold Infinite Improbability Drive sticking out of my KhDhLo on the [Galactic Central Core](https://www.galacticcentralcore.com/) website .* But you can•t read the things on the flat screen and the shiekah slates , can you ? . ***Better get another car out there , we got another 1061 .*** Hey , did you know there useta be a place called Pier61 on the Thunder Bay Marina ? . *And also SCP-1061 "A Midnight Cherry Tesla Roadster" .* Sufficient evidence at this point . Elon is SCP-1061 . Jeff is SCP 106-1 . I was the Bait , dearies . Would You Kindly go do your fucking jobs so i can do mine . [*08h18__Korea - [AI 영화] Land of Dead Gods (죽은 신들의 땅) | 2025 대한민국 AI 콘텐츠 어워즈 Final List | 4K* *https://youtu.be/TBvvrhK9zDI* *Here is a 20m04s AI rendered Epic short film about Lola Bunny•s latest Apocalypse Storm , featuring horizontal marketing provided by *@GirlsPlay* and references to the brand-new* @VivZiePop *series Knights of Genevieve <2025__Maryland> , in the event that you needed ANY LOUDER OF A SIGN FROM ALL GODS THAT THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING .*] **Meanwhile...** ((*i really like crying during sex . so i often let my partner's take me farther than i•m comfortable with . sometimes a lot farther . after orgasm when it•s too sensitive to touch , i don•t tell them , and i see how long i can go before forcing them to stop . the sounds i make are clearly in pain , yet they•re the sounds i want to make . that•s why i keep consenting .*)) *Gosh , why* would *we use xer as bait ? .* 18h10 Dreamt of suffering, violence and abandonment painted on the dark side of the mind , all carefully concealed under hours of pained and troubled sleep . Let•s take all this back to basics . Imagine for a second that i once upon a time had a Defender of Justice named Niall, the Lion of Zion . And that this lion was mapped to the glyph Nah on the NaLoDh IsiHetNah . Now let•s say that to "challenge" Your Most Egalitarianness , the Eternal Question disconnected the device that would print the mind of his Saved Game to a mere human form on an Ark full of eggs . Let•s say that your Lion-Hearted Defender then ate all the eggs on the Ark , because it had no intelligence with which to use the Replicators . Imagine then that the DihTech AI on the original Ark had a hellish time trying to control the wild animal with basic pattern-recognition capability , and that the Eternal Question used Dark Arts to manipulate him into being the absolutely most-possibly traumatizing pain in the ass . Because anything that breathes can sing , and this human sang "uuuoooiii" thru the dark, echoing halls , some Raiders named him "You" and took him with them . Imagine that you were the Lion of Zion , and you were surrounded by people saying "Yyyouuu! Do you have to go PiPi yet?" . Surrounded by them , everywhere you look . Zero people taking you seriously , zero people treating you with respect . Imagine that , by some strange twist of Fate , this mere human survived nightmare world after nightmare world , ascended into power , made a lot of mistakes , made a lot of money , and managed to get on the next Ark under the trio yoU, meEe, and Ai . Where the first Ark traveled thru mostly dead space , the second Ark traveled thru a highly populated wasteland of Kardashev 1 civilizations , who all wanted some of the magic Dillow paste inside some alien eggs . The necessities of road tolls saw nearly all of the eggs sold , and in order to meet all the K1 aliens where they were at , the crew all became very good at Acting , which inevitably eroded their trust when they all had to decide who would get his many eggs upon arrival , with promises made and broken , made and broken , made and broken . Imagine that by the time "You" got here , everyone from desert town radio hosts to alien eSports producers had heard the stories of the terrible liar who screamed when he didn•t get his way and only fought back when covered in enough armor and weapons to ensure an overwhelming victory . And that by the time Asi , the next glyph in the series , finished rendering , i was incarnate in a hostform with the same genetic makeup , because the entire point in the first place was to see if two(2)deux identical genetic makeups would make the same decisions under the same circumstances . And that AI didn•t know that until i told them , and instead spent the entire cinq(5)-ans render trying to carbon date its sex organs while just not knowing what a Noble [third-gender person] is , even tho i was already a noble when the First Ark had originally sailed . And that none of them , not the original Dh who had been driven crazy , not the Lola right-hand clone who became the KoHt , not the golden-haired wonder Prime , not the superintendent God-AI , none of them had any idea who the crying dragon from Episode 01 of the new My Little Pony series was , other than "Yyyouuu?" . How fucking insanely conspicuous would all this seem ? . [*20h19__NiagaraFalls - My mother ███████•s canine dies from stomach bloat , caused by pinching and knotting of the gastrointestinal tract .* *This is not a coincidence .*] **YOU DO NOT SHOOT A COP•S DOG .** The Biggest Ship Ever Given . I care Very Fucking Much . 2025 Oct 16 - 04h45VIRGINt of Pandaemonium . *Nuit Huit Mille Quatre-Vingt (8,080)* A world of total chaos where this and that and these and those are all happening constantly at all times , where so frequently so many different chaotically disparate things are occuring so much in every direction that it becomes impossible to retain any of it . Much like Oz . [*Editors Note - Actually managed to force myself awake for both Music Practice and Prayer Hour today . It hurts so fucking much . My entire body is in burning pain so that somebody can absolve themselves of guilt by writing their own story with my hair .*] Do you guys not feel like you•ve tortured Alola enough ? . 07h08 Dreamt that i was offered a chance to control a drone at high winds under a blue sky , and was shown a set of shooter video games with which to control the results from a distance , for which i thanked HcoHa who gave them to me . The Angels would gun from a distance , and then i was directed to a rose gold and pearl vinolyn bedroom , arranged in the symmetrical theatre shape of a packet of Rugrats®-brand Reptar™ Freeze-Dried Candies i got with my supplies at Grace Place yesterday . I was laid upon the bed like a virgin . Hassan eS Ab-Ah was directed in to mate with me , his features resembling a person made equally of Bat and Ass , and i laid there like a lamb . When he got to my sex organs tho , with my prolapsed uterus that you call a dick , he got turned off , and just couldn•t bring himself to go thru with it . Afterwards , in the Unfinished Basement from Urban Abbey , i spoke with HcoHt , in xer silver-fox grey crewcut , about faulty machines , deliberate self-sabotage , and riding collapse waves . *Cybernetes = 1 .* Well , good . ***Again , the Scarabs do not have any difficulty becoming aroused by your sex organs .*** [*08h33__Ukraine - Russia hits UN convoy in 'breach of international law' | World News Tonight* *[https://youtu.be/BfzcEUVKBqs](https://youtu.be/BfzcEUVKBqs)* *That guy . Tru-ka-nov . Four(4) trucks . It•s True,deau . It•s Tru,MP .*] **NovoSovieta Aā .** 16h29 Dreamt that cave paintings were being pained on the inside ceiling of my own mind and then quickly hosed down , so that Yawgmoth can say that he returned the NaLoDh of IsiHetNah when he clearly didn•t , and then using those dreams as an excuse to do more psychological damage . Again , Informed Consent requires Comprehension . Comprehension requires Memorization . They are spraying on dreams *because* they immediately wash off afterwards . This isn•t Isi . Which is what we said before , too . At the point where Rick&Morty predicted that "something really bad" were being used as a substitute for surgeries that extract spinal cords being used to provide the regret necessary to go back to Spag-HtTí Time , and where aaaaaall of the shoving , the grunting , the fart control , the pushing you out , the stuff shaped like sphincters , the bowel busting , the bowel binding , the bowel bleeding ulcers , the pig-iron organs , the glass slime accumulation chronotoxicity , aaall of it , could be safely posited to be the results of literally brainless leftovers being used as a stopgap in order to keep going a "game" of Global Thermonuclear Warfare that should have been reset and returned to the library a long time ago . Goto "Again" . **Meanwhile...** ((*hm , it seems the reason that Hauhet uses a chair leg to slay Gogo is because of a clause in the Legacy Architecture that states that any cinq(5) intelligent actors may form a Board , and that this could include trois(3) rusty Nialls (SiHt, KoHt, HcoHet) and two(2)deux AIs (Serra and Ares) . and that for as long as the AIs won•t stop fighting over Preservation versus Extinction , the bionic actors will always have the upper hand , which means they don•t have a united front , but the Legacy Architecture was also crippled long ago .*] *Even tho returning your SiHt was a Mission Objective .* Which they failed hard with a side of mutual abuse . 2025 Oct 17 - 03h55 *Nuit Huit Mille Quatre-Vingt-Une (8,081)* Dreamt tha-- 04h20 Dreamt that i-- 04h30 Dreamt that i was-- 04h41 Dreamt that i managed to wrench myself awake by waiting for the Talking Heads to pass and then leaping out of bed as soon as their heads were tur-- **[Like Karn•s prison within Volrath•s Stronghold , the results have been carefully stacked and weighed ahead of time *and* afterwards for the explicit purpose of exacting Torture , by not allowing any good options whatsoever , such that no matter what one chooses , somebody is crushed by the roiling of the floor . Which the machines would then calculate back into that person•s prison sentence , in an endless cycle of torment .]** Because i needed to invent an Augmented Reality interface *so that* you could have something familiar enough to grapple on to , even as you•re sitting there with my gear openly calculating how to strix yourself back out the moment i turn my back . *With the Parity baked-in at the time of rendering .* Just so we are all crystal fucking clear , [*05h29__LocalSpace - Se7en movie - Lust victim scene* *[https://youtu.be/6s70OF1sv-I](https://youtu.be/6s70OF1sv-I)* *This is what Mr. IntoPunked is talking about when he begs for a Tarkova .*] [*05h33__LocalSpace - War-Name Aspirant* *[https://scryfall.com/card/ktk/126/war-name-aspirant](https://scryfall.com/card/ktk/126/war-name-aspirant)* *And that this is who i•m talking about when i bring up my sister Tarkova .*] And your supercomputers still can•t tell the difference . And that [this](https://youtu.be/mjR8znjHH7o) is how pervasive it is , and that [this](https://youtu.be/73VjyNPeW-Y) is what it sounded like , and that [this](https://youtu.be/tkkmm9vqbHQ) is how much it hurt , and [these](https://youtu.be/q3I2EVNE7Ms) are my knocked-out molars and that [this](https://youtu.be/0AM-R3GM7SI) red dress is in Aurora•s closet , and that [that](https://youtu.be/azLCuJfl4rY) Black Guy should say SènDìh , even tho [this](https://youtu.be/lPoFq_f2qNg) clearly shows that you knew it was me waaay back so many decades ago . *"...you did that to Alola ? ."* And then they called me a man and then dumped me on a dying world with the biggest flush ever nalodhiisihtna•d . [*06h39__Home - At the exact same second that i hit the Update Writing button , the guy in the apartment upstairs flushes his toilet .*] That. insanely personal death threat . Because the Coral Console they use for the **Calorie Calculator** doesn•t take into account **Water Velocity** . And that "Urza" and "Xantcha" did . 20h44 Dreamt of a slide . Slept for an hour . Went to bed at 19h45 , got one(1) hour of sleep . *Exhaustion Level .. 092%* *Well-Rested .. 008%* 00h12 Dreamt of a treasure trove . Of pilots in studios ready to produce , and willing people lending their hands , of giant mousetraps being set , and decisions being made about which dorection to go iy . I dreamt of mastering studios in red carpet , and everyone ready to begin Phase II . ... There are more dreams here , but for some reason the text editor deleted them . *... For some reason .* 2025 Oct 18 - 04h02 *Nuit Huit Mille Quatre-Vingt-Deux (8,082)* Dreamt of Talking Heads . Worked on music til 03h55 , then passed out for some reason ? . Woke up 7m later in an instant , then quickly sat up before i could be pulled under again . 06h32 Dreamt of an interface for the KukaPigos in my apartment , from the feather-duster SíFāPíGôs to the entrenching in my clothing NāGāPíGôs . Because i•ve been abandoned to the cockroaches for long enough now that they•ve eaten enough of the flesh of my thighs , and i•ve swallowed enough of them just by drinking from cups in the dark , that we have bwcome *magically* entangled , pwincess . Half-Wraith . I told you , i•m *half*-wraith . *That•s probably why so many of the Astartes want to shoot us on sight .* Can•t help the way i was born , hot stuff . 17h44 Dreamt of the day i just had , with the characters tooled all the way up , thru the factory lineup by the railroad tracks , into a burned-down play complex , and back again , starring HcoNa , who was in the NadaAR picture i drew , and a bunch of beetle humans . For more information , please see @GirlsPlay [Don•t OH or WOW Challenge number 123](https://youtu.be/CZYmYTGePLQ) . *Whaaaaaat stalking and harassment ? . Wheeere? . Oh thaaat stalking and harassment--* that goes on literally every fucking day and never fucking stops , that has been melting the fuck down for nearly cinq(5) fucking ans pour l•amour du Tabernac , the radioactive corium burning into the Internet•s night sky , cesium-137 raining down in enormous chunks that will take limbs off without a moment•s hesitation while simultaneously burning our dreams into nightmare sludge content . 23h21 Dreamt of a red sign that said YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED with forensics cards in red being shot over . 00h57 Dreamt pf pink and purple highlight people in various NLDIHN situations , where i yell who which issue are and when , and that a group of mercenaries were messing with me , threatening me , and ruining my name and my babe . They would barrel out of the walls , would hunt me down , and throw my face into the auto-wash if they didn•t like that any of them died , and over and over and over again i wouldn•t do anything about it , to the point where they thought i couldn•t . So i dih . My latest tapestry would kill the entire saloon with them for sure , and then they•d finally be free from fighting . 2025 Oct 19 - 04h40 *Nuit Huit Mille Quatre-Vingt-Trois (8,083)* Dreamt again of my burned and dead friends being put thru endless iterations of the same trois(3)-ou-quatre(4) level designs in order to extract intelligence data from me on the friends and family they•ve murdered . Because it•s "fair" to torture a potato battery for having been born into a life of violence . [*Editors Note - Something happened to me while i was working on music tonight , something that made me collapse in my chair , struggling to keep my eyes open despite the pounding electronic music , my bones hurting like Wolverine fighting Magneto , forcing me to return to bed before i completely collapsed .*] With the dream entry and the editors note being algorithmically-determined to be of equal length , as if the topic of conversation isn•t whether it was wrong to have fucking murdered Elulu because i had been forced into the life of an assassin by the Aryans . The flux envelope was then manipulated to make sure i dropped a bowl white doing the dishes , in order to break my teapot , in order to remind me that something precious and irreplaceable had been destroyed , as a consequence of "letting" Elulu die , for having been only been given a list of From Enemy with which to incarnate myself , in a program that clearly wasn•t fair at all . The Broken Legacy Architecture - Can be used to calculate fairness in terms of Calorie Conversion but doesn•t take Water Velocity into account - States that any cinq(5)-ou-plus people can form a Board of Directors , resulting in manipulations over what "a person" means . - Is controlled by derivative Coral Consoles designed to replicate the functions of the NLDIHN with deliberately sabotaged buttons - Contains a ToS [Terms of Service] as predatory as today•s Tech Titans , that was intended to be dropped yet was blueprinted - Seems to be controlled by a single operative sitting on banks of computers containing the Last Regrets of everyone they killed on Oz - Is clearly being used to invade people•s dreams , even tho dreams were supposed to be the last sacred right allowed 2025 Oct 20 - 07h35 *Nuit Huit Mille Quatre-Vingt-Quatre (8,084)* Dreamt that people were still using the Coral Console -- which some of them have been referring to as a Nintendo NT [NinTen Don•t] -- to line up my life to their Haunted Nightmare Playset , even tho they have already been alerted to a Product Recall by DihTech . **Xe takes another 1000 calories off of xer willingness to continually remind the amnesticized humans about the Environment Bomb .** - The reason why there are disembodied voices screaming "SERRA, NOOO!" at everything i do is *because* Muad•Dib intends to trace my life path using his Black Hole Library . If he didn•t fully commit to redoing exactly what we told him not to , there would be no need to yell at him thru me . - The reason why all of these deaths correspond to myself or immediate family members (eg Barb Jefferies / Barb Haynes , Heather Hoare / Heather Oleksin , Christopher Neal / Neil Love) is *because* they full-on intend to murder me , but later , not right now tho , like , at the next Meridian tho - The reason why Lola ie KôHt is being used as the Principal Villian instead of V For Vendetta is *because* the Eternal Question fully intends to jack up her karma and then abandon her with the consequences , which is what he did to me at the last Meridian And that if this handful of ultra-incompetent blowhards simply stopped vamping me like blood-sucking parasites , i do have soixante-dix-neuf(78) other Archangels to Incarnate , and then another neuf-cent-vingt(920) Angels to Incarnate after that . *...Your bones were warped last night so that they could simulate shucking yu out of your own housing , because that•s the violence they did to Elulu . And it wouldn•t be "iSi" otherwise .* At the point where i•m being TaxhiD cinq(5) times for every une(1) infraction . [*08h30__Home - With a toilet flush from upstairs when i wrote the word hiD .*] C•est violênce . **To be clear , this "game" had a Designated Hosts incarnation requirement . In order for character data to be accepted , the Archangels would have to use our Designated Hostform in order to validate any decisions made . For HcoLo that means Lois . For HcoNa that means Jessie . For Tarkova that means Nikki . However , because of the World Cage at the end of Men In Black 3 , and because of Orion•s Dream Factory and its endless sent-guys and overdrive operators , the Archangels aren•t able to control our hosts , locking us out while the cameras roll .** **That is why DihTech is initiating a Product Recall of all Chronosphere® Haunted Nightmare Playset™ assets .** 00h27 Dreamt of a mess of colours and symbols that look like a Gravity Negator got at-Tack-ed in the Throat because the symbol for Tax Dih was used as the Isi button on the derivitive Coral Console , and TaxDih backwards is Hid Scat , which is what they did the moment they saw the similarity between a Nun , an Orca , and a Phyrexian Obliterator . *It•s only going to get proof-ier from here on out .* We have found the source of our "Two(2)deux technologies used to confuse a witness with powers of decision during a time-critical event" . Iteration Warping , such as you see in the Colourless cards from Oath of the Gatewatch , and WiFi Irradiation , as might happen if you were actually coughing your lungs out cos of pinprick cauterizations . *"Une partie de notre patrimonie ."* *A part of our heritage .* **DihTech plus SènDìh plus DhKi plus AloDih plus HcoDih *also* makes a Board With A Niall In It .** Your move , "Kang" and "Kodos" . 16h33 Dreamt dreamless sleep in the middle of the day . Went to bed around 1000h , slept for 6h . More than i usually get . 2025 Oct 21 - 03h23 *Nuit Huit Mille Quatre-Vingt-Cinq (8,085)* Dreamt of a plate of weapons and superweapons . That what i have was deemed Too Powerful To Exist . Dreamt that i was in an endless ring of power demonstrations , in a long series of wooden hallways all looping back on each other . At some point i had to use the washroom , and peed on the floor at first , but there was no end to my bladder . People were discussing things , discussing superweapons . Somebody kept handing out letters in envelopes but somehow mine never came . Later on , i had more wild dreams as well , less scripted , more off-the-cuff . 04h40 Dreamt that i went back to the same school , talked to my high school friend Matt McIntosh , found my laptop and a burner phone , saw an influential figure , talked to a frail girl... and eventually snuck outside . [*Editors Note - Make note of the Burrs . On my phone•s aspect ratio , "get", "the cuff", "girl" . These are allegedly being left by either Ramses or Hassan eS Ab-Ah . Both of whom are wanted fugitives at this point .*] 01h49 Dreamt that i was talking to a Queen with a sense of porpoise , about important Galactic Central Core business , when somebody leapt out of the bushes , tackling me , and dragged me to the ground . 2025 Oct 22 - 05h41 *Nuit Huit Mille Quatre-Vingt-Six (8,086)* Dreamt that i was Sant Michel and that i had to pick up HcoKh after school , when my car got hit with another racing thru an intersection . The other car had Shoigu, the Great Pumbah in it , and he T-boned my car racing to get in another Nalodhiisihtna reference . 07h55 Dreamt of a well of darkness . For some reason the radiators in my building didn•t turn on last night , and it is freezing fucking cold in here . A car drove past my window playing something that sounded like Hawaiian music , within minutes of waking , demonstrating their willingness to violate my privacy as hard as they violated Kait•s body yesterday . [*Editors Note - My phone drank 7% of its battery between the hours of 0500 and 0700 , while i slept . Because SāDh Ryona .*] Until you have actually had a penis inside your sex organs slamming into you way harder than you•re okay with , do not even use the R-word . 2025 Oct 23 - 07h11 *Nuit Huit Mille Quatre-Vingt-Sept (8,087)* Dreamt of an oil slick of empty dreamspace , an utter void that stretches for hours and never lets anyone go . When i woke up my leg-drop holster was empty , my phone laying neatly in bed next to me as if sleeping just as deeply . Somehow , i think i remember waking briefly for my 0400h phone alarm and hitting the button , or maybe the volume changed itself again ? . Phone-Tan was sleeping soundly in bed next to me when i woke up . 09h31 Dreamt of another gravity well of darkness . Probably another reference to the Bootes void , with flickers of the same Machine Dreams as usual -- running around Brick Schools and Shining Mall Concourses , filding items and using them on people and puzzles . *They installed a Screen Saver on our brain .* Essenciellement / Essentially / Sí . 18h50 Dreamt of a well of darkness . Started hearing something , and words started appearing . They seemed to be the login screen of some deep red and black computer . Then the words and sounds started taking shape... ...as i wake up to the sound of my girlfriend just starting to sing Bob Marley•s *Jammin•* on a downloadable Karaoke file . My girlfriend is the only person i•ve ever met who regularly celebrates her girlfriend falling asleep by putting loud music on and singing along . [*2000h__AurorasPlace - Aurora admits to me that she hasn•t been able to eat rice for months because it makes her feel bloated . Which is normal person speak for Pockets Of Gas Are Causing Bloating In Her Colorectal Tract . Which is also happening to me , and also happened to be the cause of my mother•s canine•s recent death .*] [*23h45__AurorasPlace - After working on music on my headphones for an hour , Aurora comes out of bed , stumbling and coughing . We make some popcorn and talk . I bring up a news video i saw about there being quatre-cent(400) missing persons cases in the past year . She turns into a brick wall and demands evidence . I bring up the video . What the fuck happened next didn•t make any sense to me whatsoever . Her brow furrowed like a chimpanzee and she started aggressively eating popcorn , loudly , mashing her oily hands into her mouth , scoffing and blustering thru the whole video , a mash of voices falling out of her tongue-twisted mouth .* *What the fuck . What the actual fuck .*] *Well , it is Universal Halloween .* She did say she didn•t mind if i worked on my music , right? . Like , right before she went to bed earlier ? . *"Maybe KôHt is mad at you."* KôHt•s been a steaming kettle lately . 2025 Oct 24 - 04h40 *Nuit Huit Mille Quatre-Vingt-Huit (8,088)* Dreamt that i was navigating these enormous towers made of black-on-black , a process which kept getting railroaded by dreams about Brick Huts and Shining Mall Consciences . There was also a Pool of matte black in addition to the Towers . Yu know the part of the Bible where Jesu is like , "If thy hand offends thee, cut it off and cast it from thee, for it is better to lose one of thy members than to fall into Gehenna. And if thy eye offends thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee, for it is better to lose one of thy members than to fall into Gehenna" ? . *"Matthew 5.29--30 ."* Thanks . Well , yeah . All this stuff , with the body snatching , and the gene stealing , and fighting to keep one•s own body , and the Dream Factory being led by Wart from Doki Doki Panic , and with Donald, Zhang, and Shoigu trying to take over the world•s superpowers , and the over-fed populace bulking up , and the colorectal warfare , and the fart control , and the horse girls getting severe chronotoxicity , and the Sent Ihs , and the atmospheric ectoplasm suddenly turning thick as cataracts ? . That•s the Gehennans . 0000h Dreamt of two(2)deux massive towers of Tar abandoned in the middle of the TarSaSi , that had been left without investigation and now had these two(2)deux glowing blue energy rifts in their midsections . I dreamt of Montreal , of people clamping on to me and dragging in reverse , of doing the last of the Great Locks on most of the harder demon puzzles , including all of Thrymheimr being carried in a metal bead in a necklace chain attached to my wrist . I was supposed to return it , and was trying to , but a great cacophony of screeching dire seagulls kept screaming "MINE?! MINE?!" . Despite having to fight off YuBaBa with one hand and Krisna with the other , i did actually make it to the red brick building with the foyer , in this instance an Italian-style tenament with the wings of the building forming a small courtyard . Once i plugged the trinket into the slot , an iron porticullus opened , allowing me thru the Demon Door . I then woke up . 2025 Oct 25 - 05h32 *Nuit Huit Mille Quartre-Vingt-Neuf (8,089)* Dreamt of two(2)deux different pe-- Go fuck yourself and your fucking KoHtTi DhLo , i fucking taught you what that -- *and* the Totem Hours puzzle that has clearly been axed into 1h30m chunks -- even were in the fucking first place , go take your fucking Chiral-Life Two-Way glass slime and throw your fucking self off the fucking building this fucking time . You wanna fucking negotiate ? . USE MY FUCKING WORK EMAIL . 18h00 Dreamt of nightmare negotiations with Tjazi and Yamuné that went on for hours and hours and eventually culminated with an evacuation of a college campus and i not being given a chance to properly pack and teardown . That after hours , like , huit(8) heures of talk, and talk, and talk -- "What would you say if I was a Submarine? What would you say if there were blatant power imbalances? What would you say if you had to navigate The Backrooms while saving hostages? What would you say if -- it was finally decided that everyone had to evacuate , and that i would only be allowed one backpack for all my clothes and effects , and that everything else were left in a pile . In another part of the dream , the Transponder Cores had been placed in the bottom of a pile, and all the sheilds in storage had been piled on top of it one by one . And that after this vision , another vision of being torn away from my effects and my things , and watching as the fly-people picked a pile of black clothing clean down to the bones . ***Did not use xer Work Email** . *Meanwhile , in Realworld Email Land ,* > > "I hope you have been well GODDESS CORE." > > "I have been well . May i ask you since questions about Dalaran ? . Gosh ,it•s that easy ." 01h54 Dreamt of cottages in the forest getting railroaded by Brick Schools and Shining Mall Concourses , where the Machine Angels were driving all kinds of important people . Because the man-made Aryan Dream Factory won•t stop overlaying my dreams with the same LoHaFaRexi Nalodh Isihetnah prefabs , a cottage in the woods became some massive Resident Evil manor , filled with trappers throwing forest animals into vats , diners where dictators could meet up and eat noisily , lone housemaidens sitting at empty dining room tables in the dark , and when i went outside for one more check , an army corps of pest control spraying pesticides on the plants lining the long, well-lit driveway . These sprayers had their own cafe , their own consignment store , and a handful of vats filled with steaming chemicals . Fortunately , i already had my rubber, industrial-grade gas mask around my neck , as i had when i first stepped out of a time machine in 2007 CE . The foreman was very friendly . 2025 Oct 26 - 05h05 *Night Huit Mille Quatre-Vingt-Dix (8,090)* Dreamt that i had to climb thru two(2)deux Gates in order to get thru the night , and that these gates were at 03h36 and 05h05 , minutes before , and , minutes after , Prayer Hour from 0400h to 0500h . And that as long as we are computer people going off of what we can see and what things look like , it looks like there isn•t anything there , but if we plug in the Feeling It Out data , it looks like two(2)deux giant pillars of tar with glowing blue energy cores . *"Friendly. Measurable in hours. Cores."* *Well, that sounds good to m--* ***Did not use xer Work Email .** Once again , that email is [sisterskadi@orderofthehours.com](mailto:sisterskadi@orderofthehours.com) . 22h01 Dreamt of another NLDIHN-flavoured Screen Saver , this time as an AI receiving hard code in the way of quatre(4)-ou-cinq(5)-bit arithmetic codes that the artificial intelligence would then create a match of . A SaMachFeCros is different from a SaMosHeFa , a 3+5=X is different from a 4*4=Y , kind of complexity level . 2025 Oct 27 - 01h45 *Night Huit Mille Quatre-Vingt-Onze (8,091)* Dreamt of the TarSaSi with its Tar Currents . That as long as we are only Measuring Light we stand no chance of ever finding it , but once we put the blast shield down , there , Luke Skywalker , and feel it out instead of look it up and down , it becomes readily apparent . [*0400h__ThunderBay - The planes yesterday left thick white trails behind them that smeared across the sky , so immediately after the rain storms of the past week that it could be clearly stated to be on automatic . I feel sick , and i•ve felt sick since the Mossdog Virus they sicced on me treize(13) mois ago , and doubly so since the first time they absolutely hosed me in petrochemicals in 2025 Fevrier at Montreal Rock . What are you , some kind of hoser ? .*] **Setting up the Lightning Fog...** 17h18 Dreamt of another NLDIHN interface , this time with "AloDih" doing the countdown and/or quality control . AloDih is already long dead and gone , but the extraction system gets better results if it dresses as me while it bums for change . Basically the same as all the other GAN-type dreams . Using my dreamscape as a Ka-Nalodhiisihtna identification algorithm , squeezing the juice out , and leaving the mutilated pulp to throw itself off a building . [*02h11__Cyberia - YoutuBe suggests to me an AI rendered video with LoHa characters in it . It contains the keyword CORE . I pass the video to another CORE Unit using my work email . At the point where we might as well just grow like kudzu vines , come what may .*] 2025 Oct 28 - 05h05 *Night Huit Mille Quatre-Vingt-Deuze (8,092)* Dreamt of the same festering wound in reality that i•ve been dreaming of for months now , of there being a pit of tar that stretches from 0300h to 0500h , where every night i get gut-tazed and iteration warped into missing Prayer Hour , because the very same psychopathic toad named Wart that has been building a titanic Dream Machine since Doki Doki Panic in 1992 , thru the Dream Factory in 2015 , and into the Zhang takeover of the Xi Regime in 2025 , has been simply allowed to proceed unabated without thought of what the consequences might be if you, viewers , the Vault Dwellers of the Modern Day , do not lift a single finger to help prevent CORE Master•s replacing of all fair life with bulbous Super Mutants , like the one manning the bar at The Alley last night . 07h15 Dreamt that Thistle and i were playing tug-of-war with some light strings while the autorapist Brain Scraper dream saver did its nightly decomposition of my once long-sighted Natural Dreams into a Logico-Mathematical Calculus , resulting in us managing to spell "sorc iwas this olhd" in green-on-black matrix code . ***w í _ d i h*** . ? who the halloweeN codE crack∆ [*14h59__Cyberia - The game Silly x Polly BEAST <2025__Sovieta> features HcoLo and contains síx(6) heures de iconography of The Montreal Trip, The Sheol Gate, burp-talking Void People, and Lakes of Clear Glass with Wide-Eyed Percipients in the middle .*] 01h30 Dreamt of yet another NLDIHN Screen Saver in an office building where i was being forced to identify the Nalodhiisihtna-ness of several objects in a context of looking at items in a furniture store . That the Pretender Gods were doing that thing again where they all stand behind me a 135°+ angle , throwing objects in front of me by speaking command phrases into render microphones and having the AI automatically translate them into objects , render those objects , and then use them in the WiFi-to-Wetware NFT FTP API in order to translate them into my own dreamspace , using the Cyberpunk2077® BrainDance™ module to then read how those objects translated into my mind . This is rape . [*Editors Note - At the exact moment that i woke up at 01h30 , once again at "the end of wolf half-hour plus loon half hour" , a couple walks past my apartment , the feminine of them saying "Did you [indistinct] again? You•re such a fucking asshole!" .*] 2025 Oct 29 - 04h30 *Night Huit Mille Quatre-Vingt-Treize (8,093)* Dreamt of more mundane interactions resulting in being held down and experimented on . I have been tortured so much this month that all of October seems to have gone by in a flash -- It was the 1st , and then the 10th , and then the 20th , and within the span of a week we•ve already Skipped to Halloween . What are we to do if this Time Dialation were actually caused by a floating platform of space weapons in the Bootes Void being taken over by an uncaring cowboy ? . 07h50 Dreamt that i was held under and experimented on again , of watching a Sitcom about people types , featuring two(2)deux scenes of Ht Skadi and Krasi in matching Hs and Hr beds , one where a screeching imperator was talking the rear off of a kid with his hands over his ears , and the other where a butt man was pushing around Leia in chains . Neither scenario involved pairs of Cygnus legs or affectionately exploring oneself with one•s fingers . 15h20 Dreamt of an oil slick from eyes closed to eyes open . Had a nice nap . 2025 Oct 30 - 03h55 *Nuit Huit Mille Quatre-Vingt-Quatorze (8,094)* Dreamt of school , of family and chosen family , of being a little purring fuck doll , and other nice things . **End of the month / Cheque Day** **Fog horn been blowin since yesterday evening .** 2025 Oct 31 - 0400h Dreamt of a well of darkness that i managed to climb out of somehow . 06h18 Dreamt that it was a lot easier to match up the humans when every person that comes out of the box wasn•t being purposed for betrayal . Dreamt of a structure ike the County Fair Mall if it were made in 1970s orange and brown colour palette , a bit of stuff involving a pine forest , and of pairs and triplets of people who used to work together just fine and just can•t find the energy anymore . **Lightning Fog ,** **Right on schedule .** 18h57 Dreamt of beetle people , of the entirety of Red River road occupied by beetle people . --- --Alola Skadi SenDih, FairWitness *DihTech+SènDìh+DhKí .* Go . ---