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[–] Kolanaki@pawb.social 9 points 12 hours ago (3 children)

Me, reading the idea I wrote down the previous night: What the fuck does "dog fruit beer" mean?

[–] houndeyes@toast.ooo 2 points 4 hours ago

What the fuck does "dog fruit beer" mean?

Correct battery horse staple!

[–] Rcklsabndn@sh.itjust.works 3 points 10 hours ago

I woke up to, 'chair cat power spin fun' in my notebook one morning.

[–] WhiskyTangoFoxtrot@lemmy.world 1 points 8 hours ago

Look, Sigmund! Look at the sky!

[–] NABDad@lemmy.world 13 points 14 hours ago (4 children)

Many years ago, I woke up in the middle of the night with absolute proof of God's existence. I went back to sleep and woke the next morning remembering that I had proof, but not remembering what the proof was.

Being the agnostic that I am, I have to move forward without any belief in anything and disregard the memory.

If God wants me to believe, they have to resubmit their proof of existence.

Maybe in writing. In triplicate.

[–] WhiskyTangoFoxtrot@lemmy.world 2 points 8 hours ago

And then one day, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl, sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realised what it was that had been going wrong all this time and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no-one would have to get nalied to anything. Sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone, the Earth was unexpectedly demolished to make way for a new hyperspace bypass and so the idea was lost forever.

[–] dharmacurious@slrpnk.net 6 points 12 hours ago (1 children)

A friend and I were on a phone call and discovered the meaning to life. Absolute, certain, irrefutable meaning of life. There was no questioning it, no misunderstanding it.

It is gone. Neither of us can remember it. All we can remember is that the conversation started by me describing the "cloacal kiss," the mating method of chickens.

Neither of us were high or drunk or (above normal) sleep deprived.

[–] WraithGear@lemmy.world 5 points 12 hours ago

probably to valiantly but ultimately fail to defeat entropy. to do actions that hold back entropy at all cost

[–] The_Picard_Maneuver@piefed.world 6 points 14 hours ago (1 children)

That sounds like some Lovecraftian story: briefly glimpsing knowledge beyond human limits, then losing it forever.

[–] peteypete420@sh.itjust.works 1 points 11 hours ago

Amd then go violently mad about it

[–] its_kim_love@lemmy.blahaj.zone 22 points 16 hours ago (2 children)

In an interview, Francois Truffaut asked Alfred Hichcock if he ever used his dreams for film material. Hitchcock said, no - never. Truffaut asked why. Hitchcock said that once he woke up in the middle of the night after a dream containing a brilliant idea for a movie. So he got up and scribbled it down. In the morning, he remembered he'd written something down, and read his note. It said, "Boy meets girl".

Don't worry it probably wasn't as good as you remember.

[–] Martineski@lemmy.dbzer0.com 12 points 14 hours ago

That reminds me of how a few years back I wanted to keep a dream journal to learn lucid dreaming. One morning I got out of the bed writing down the dream(s?) I had in detail and was happy with how much I wrote down. Then some time later I woke up with my notes nowhere to be seen to find out that I wrote the notes in a fucking dream, fuck. I'm still disappointed about that. I don't even remember what the dream was about. I probably would remember if I had the notes. >:(

[–] CrabAndBroom@lemmy.ml 3 points 11 hours ago

There's also the opposite to this, when someone else reads your stuff and says they really like a certain part, and you look to see what it was and it's something you wrote 'cause you just needed a transition from point A to point B and you put zero thought into it/don't even remember writing it.

[–] null@lemmy.org 5 points 12 hours ago
[–] FatVegan@leminal.space 3 points 12 hours ago

Oh boy i can't wait to tell my girlfriend tomorrow.

Tomorrow: ....hmmm

[–] Gullible@sh.itjust.works 7 points 16 hours ago

It’s never truly lost, you’ll come upon it again in the future when you’re busy or writing something entirely unrelated. Such is the way of things.

[–] far_university1990@reddthat.com 3 points 15 hours ago (1 children)

Always have notebook next to bed.

[–] OwOarchist@pawb.social 1 points 14 hours ago (1 children)

Or a phone.

A simple note-taking app on a phone easily replaces the notepad, and you probably already have one next to your bed and in your pocket almost everywhere you go.

[–] Janx@piefed.social 1 points 13 hours ago

Or some tater tots.