Dec 26, 2011
No, I’m sorry, you can’t work for the internet anymore.
Tell me about your fear. It’s okay to be afraid.
Let’s plan a party.
We survived the apocalypse, damnit; we don’t have to worry about [thing] but let’s talk about it.
Let’s talk about it.
They all have the aesthetic of Blade Runner in the daytime or Britney Spears’ I’m A Slave 4 U video. I want to tell you about two nights ago’s dream. I was on a train. There was a comedian who was being really insensitive. In this post-apocalyptic world, we have protocols for interpersonal shit. We didn’t have one yet for what he was doing. The conductor asked me if I had advice for what we should do about him. I said no, other than that she should be aware of her own experiences. Also, I don’t wear clothes in the future because I think it’s fucking bullshit that people have to wear clothes. We also don’t wear uniforms because that’s also bullshit.
I took the train to the world’s largest (abandoned) Banana Republic where all I did was dance my Fuck You, Banana Republic dance.
That was most of the dream. Fuck you, Banana Republic.
Then I went to talk to a group of people to see how everyone was doing. Everyone was pretty much okay so we just hung out. It was cold though so I put on this orange coat that had lace detail all around it. It’s not a sash though.
I have all the hair in the future and then I put it up. It’s not a sash!
After the Apocalypse (It’s the After Apocalypse)
About six nights a week I dream about a post-apocalyptic world where I am tasked with getting humanity back on its feet. This alternate universe is robust and always internally consistent. It’s a compassion-focused egalitarian society. It’s not a utopia — it’s just a bunch of people managing themselves well. The rules and universe haven’t changed once since I started having the dreams about 10 years ago. All the shit goes down when I’m 27 (so if you wanna get nervous about it, it could happen anywhere between May 2012 and 2013). Sometimes the dreams are about the days immediately after whatever happens, keeping everyone calm and secure. Sometimes the dreams are decades out where I am old and everything is established and more or less up and running. I’ve basically created a world where I can do whatever I want and everyone is as happy as possible. (Thanks, brain.) Explaining dreams isn’t interesting but drawings are so I’m going to do that as much as I can. Some common themes though:No, I’m sorry, you can’t work for the internet anymore.
Tell me about your fear. It’s okay to be afraid.
Let’s plan a party.
We survived the apocalypse, damnit; we don’t have to worry about [thing] but let’s talk about it.
Let’s talk about it.
They all have the aesthetic of Blade Runner in the daytime or Britney Spears’ I’m A Slave 4 U video. I want to tell you about two nights ago’s dream. I was on a train. There was a comedian who was being really insensitive. In this post-apocalyptic world, we have protocols for interpersonal shit. We didn’t have one yet for what he was doing. The conductor asked me if I had advice for what we should do about him. I said no, other than that she should be aware of her own experiences. Also, I don’t wear clothes in the future because I think it’s fucking bullshit that people have to wear clothes. We also don’t wear uniforms because that’s also bullshit.
I took the train to the world’s largest (abandoned) Banana Republic where all I did was dance my Fuck You, Banana Republic dance.
That was most of the dream. Fuck you, Banana Republic.
Then I went to talk to a group of people to see how everyone was doing. Everyone was pretty much okay so we just hung out. It was cold though so I put on this orange coat that had lace detail all around it. It’s not a sash though.
I have all the hair in the future and then I put it up. It’s not a sash!
