CJ

Not looking forward to setting up the port forwarding for my server. I need to install a mobile app just to change some settings on the router, because for some reason Rogers thinks it's a lovely idea to make it only accessible via a mobile phone. Oh, and the UI SUCKS. It's very confusing. It's oversimplied in a way where I couldn't figure out how to port forward. Maybe I'm just stupid and can't understand simple stuff. 🥀 Every time I try to sign into the app, it fails, and only by possibly divine intervention I managed to sign in last time.

How do you even get a job without giving your data to the antichrist/big tech?

There was a man outside the building who began to sing something in a language I couldn't understand, and he was shot. (After waking up, I realised it was Bella Ciao.) The officer then told everyone to leave the buliding immediately, because it was not open for the public. Everyone began to leave, and I couldn't find my sibling. I was forced to leave as well, without them. There was a forest near the bombed buildings that was untouched by the war, so I walked there. Something began to weigh me down, so I threw the American flag in my pocket into the mud and watched it sink. I felt a lot lighter. I kept walking, ducking and hiding under trees every time those futuristic machines flew by. I walked until I began hearing voices ahead of me. I wasn't sure if I was hallucinating, or if they were real, but whatever it was I kept walking towards them. I came across a small house that was beside a dirt road. There were three or four men, reading books and chatting while resting in hammocks. I stumbled towards them, and two noticed me and immediately got up to help me. One took off my wolf head that I was apparently wearing all this time, and asked me what happened. I told the man, and the other said "You're bleeding a lot, son." I looked at him to see that he was my grandfather, a very young version of him. I knew at this moment I was in 1960s Caribbean.

I had a horrifying dream that the Ottomans suddenly returned and remade their empire specifically in Ontario. Toronto and Waterloo merged to somehow became New Instanbul. The nightmarish part of the dream was that my favourite banh mi place moved away from the city for unrelated reasons and I was so sad. In Toronto, the Ottomans built a new mosque but it sort of fit into the surrounding architecture of the buildings. The only weird thing was that the minarets, the tall towers used for the call of prayer, were CN towers. They really just built 3 new CN towers for this mosque. Everyone in the dream kept referring to me as Ishmael, the name the Muslim side of my family wants me to change my name to. I woke up feeling disturbed at the thought of an Ottoman takeover and then looked up from bed to see the Turkish flag and for a moment thought my dream was real. I've had this flag hung up for well over two years now, I keep forgetting that.