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Middle school was something I basically blocked out of my memories.  I was bullied a lot in my school years, and middle school was practically the height of it.

Yeah I get bullied alot

Another odd dream of mine.  This one I wrote down the moment I woke up, then I went back to sleep.  This one was a little more odd to me because it actually had a structure to it in its absurdity.  It was an interesting mix of real and not, which usually my dreams tend to fall into more of either completely realistic, or just downright absurd.

To give you an idea, I'll mention a dream I had on the 3rd that I neglected to talk about on here.  It's completely off the walls absurd, much like my exploding kittens dream:

Characters are being forced to act in a play led by Count Olaf as well as another unknown character.  The two are then attacked by millions of swarming baby dolls...at least, that's what they seem to be.  A rescue mission is mounted by different toys from the Toy Story franchise, as well as Spiderman...who can actually change into a spider for some reason.

And this was yesterday morning's dream:

So I uploaded a video (I forget what its contents are exactly), and it ends up being a big enough hit that it gets the attention of NicePeter and EpicLloyd over in ERB (Epic Rap Battles of History).  They love it so much, that they want to meet me in person and give me some sort of award, which I'm absolutely thrilled about.

I somehow make it to the town where the studio is (which is apparently near a college campus?), but when I go into the nearby building to ask for directions, I'm told the studio had a gas leak and exploded just moments before...leaving absolutely no survivors.

Just before I get the chance to mourn at both the loss of ERB as well as the fact that I won't get my award (because I'm apparently a bit more self-absorbed in this dream?), I'm told that since I have a keyblade (since I apparently brought my replica one that I actually do own IRL), I could open a gateway and go back in time to save them.  I argue that it's not a real keyblade, to which the person proceeds to say "if it isn't real, why can it do this?" as they point my keyblade at something and a beam of light shoots out (which when it hits, it sets a tiny little fire on the object it hit).  I'm completely dumbfounded at this, realizing that somehow my replica keyblade is the legit thing.

So I decide to follow the person's advice and use my keyblade, opening a gateway that can apparently take me back in time.

I step through the gateway, appearing in the year of 1986 (something to do about saving EL and NP's parents or something? Even though they would have been like...early teens in that year I believe?), rather than just going back like a day or week before to either stop the explosion or at least evacuate the studio.

So I'm in the same room as before, but apparently it's 1986 now.  I walk out of the room, and there's several people sitting along the hall, each wearing some sort of odd war-reenactment clothes.  One side is wearing outfits that have a lovely design with pictures of what looks to be an older version of the town.  The quality of the material is exquisite, but it lacks a certain charm.  The other side is wearing outfits of a different color, but has a similar lovely design of the older version of the town.  The material looks to be a little less higher quality, but their pictures contain people that look to be happy doing various things in the picture...giving them the charm that I felt the other side lacked.

Both sides argue that their design is the more superior one, and I counter by saying that both have their strong and weak points, pointing out the quality of one side versus the personality of the other.  They seem genuinely surprised at this, apparently not noticing such a difference themselves.

As this is going on, a scary looking rottweiler walks up and starts growling and barking at me, looking as if it's ready to attack.  In a moment of fear, I hit it with my keyblade, which just seems to make the dog even angrier.  Still scared, I point the keyblade at it as a beam of light shoots out of it and at the dog.  This doesn't seem to hurt the dog like the obvious smack of the keyblade did, but it definitely scares it as the dog wimpers and runs away.

The people warn me that this dog belongs to the owner of the building (and I can only assume of the town, given how much the people seem to be afraid of him just from the quivering in one's voice), a detestable man who terrorizes them on many occasions...and who just happens to be downstairs.

So I quietly make my way downstairs as the man mentioned before is laying on the couch, fast asleep.  I take that opportunity and quietly make my way outside and escape his possible wrath.  I head away from the building and through the town, though the man wakes up...and sure enough is furious and begins to hunt for me as I continue my way through town, not sure what I'm looking for (other than I guess EL and NP's parents?).

Then I wake up.

Did I game-throw the werewolf game? I'm sorry guys.

The Sims 4 base game is on sale for $4.99 ($6.24 for digital deluxe) if anyone wants to pick it up.

What happened to the Free and Cheap Games Thread?

It's still around

It just fell back to page 2.

Yeah I was looking for it, just not very hard though.

That moment you realise you've been an illegal alien for more than 2 years, and have thus also been an actual invader as you held government positions you never had the legal standing to, in the first place.

@taulover, @Aragonn, @BraveSirRobin, @Colberius X, Operation: Take Over Wintreath has been a success for 2 years without us realising!

To be fair, the wording in the previous iteration of the Citizenship and Demonym Act was confusing and could be interpreted as making that citizenship legal (Monarch can grant citizenship to anyone, then after one month citizenship is maintained by having those five posts). It's quite understandable how a Monarchy not completely aware of the legislation may have misinterpreted it.

In fact, now that I think about it and the immediate search results don't turn up the compromises that @Chanku has said existed, I'm actually beginning to think that it may have been the case that the law was being interpreted correctly and that Chanku's recent amendment changed things. I'm especially inclined to believe this since it appears to have been Wintermoot himself who seems to have written the law. (Of course, the most likely next thing to happen is that Chanku immediately proves me wrong.)

Dear God, Chanku, prove him wrong. I want to be an invader. There should be a badge for that.

Dear God, Chanku, prove him wrong. I want to be an invader. There should be a badge for that.

Can I be a GIR? 

Dear God, Chanku, prove him wrong. I want to be an invader. There should be a badge for that.

Can I be a GIR? 

I can't think of anyone better!

Well, he does look pretty weird....and he is sitting....

Dear God, Chanku, prove him wrong. I want to be an invader. There should be a badge for that.

Can I be a GIR? 

I can't think of anyone better!

  I call dibs on...well, Dib!

I just had the most wonderful dream. I don't even remember most of it...

But from what I can remember, the guy I share an office with was over visiting. When he left, my mom discovered that he'd forgotten this glass ring he'd been showing that he was going to give to his girlfriend, so I hopped in the car and looked for him. He wasn't at his house, so for some reason I just assume that he went to the grocery store and start my way there. On the way, I see someone that I like on the side of the road, so I pick him up, and when we get to the grocery store he gives me a lot of tips and ideas on how to find the guy I share an office with. It's no good though, we can't find him, so we go back out to the parking lot. There, as we're walking to the car, just out of nowhere he pulls in close to me and wraps his arm around my waist. I'm a bit surprised, because he himself had a girlfriend, but I understand what this means and why he was on the side of the road, and I wrap my arm around him too. We're walking like this together, and being so close to him I start noticing details that were new or that I just hadn't noticed before, like the fact that he has a bit of chest hair growing out of the neck of his shirt. I'm feeling his warmth and weight against me as we're pressing ourselves against each other, and it's just...the most incredible, intoxicating feeling ever.

And then I woke up still having that feeling. It was a good, happy dream.