Dream Dark Stories

Tag: monday

  • Day One Hundred & Six, April 15th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Did you hear, did you hear?

    Humanity has provided the wondrous and yet absolutely terrifying prospect of artificial intelligence, this I believe and hope a large sum if not most of the population is aware of, and now based off of some studies and documents being dropped recently, everything produced on line from now on doesn’t have a human aspect, at least that’s the worry that is starting to circle around the drinking hole.

    I find this laughable, and not in a humorous kind of oh gosh this is so silly kind of manner, we grew up with sci-fi riders like Asimov, Bradbury, Clark, and additions like Twilight Zone and Outer Limits. Every writer mentioned, both of the TV shows mentioned, along with the plethora of fictions written to address exactly what we’re dealing with right now. And for some reason the more worry and fear mentioned through fiction to be petitioned, some jack hole rich a****** or bored jerk felt like adding that reality. Do you ever think about that, when you’re going through your daily routines, do you ever question the reality that you’re in? Then upon looking at everything and realizing oh yeah I read about that when I was a kid, oh yeah that one writer he was terrified about this, that one lady she warned us. Does that ever go through your head?

    They do for me, that is those thoughts that I asked about. And it’s funny to think that a couple years ago I was pressed to start up selling NFTs, and was asked to start up with digital art and pop them out to make a large sum of money. I didn’t take up on it too many red flags, too many prospects of losing any money of what little I do or did have so I just focus on school and writing for myself and started with this blog I think I’m now in year two. But why I’m addressing this and why I’m addressing the internet and the dead error that we’re seeming to see through our daily routines, everything is produced through artificial intelligence, at least there is a lot that is mitigated using artificial intelligence. Luckily for anybody who is reading this and cares to go down this far, everything from now on regardless of how s***** the art is or how bad my MS is, I will no longer use artificial intelligence, not even to help give me an idea for art I’ve got plenty of art books and plenty of an imagination so I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that dream dark stories will be a very genuine and very life breathing type of site to visit.

    And to cover Monday with the 1st pillar of Jung’s.

    As I stated before because of the health issues, I can only go so far and push myself too much, so I’ve been trying to do that today. I realized that I could do both push-ups, and pull-ups, with a good walking, a swift walk after that. But I need a time to recoup. So I feel that I’ll have to dissect the intention with activities and physical intent. Tomorrow I’m going to be hanging up the punching bag so that’s exciting. It’s been too long.

    And now the night is long, I need to get this put up and at least set for a scheduled post. I do hope you enjoy the tunes that I add and I mean that with every time I add music to the post I hope the mucus gives a more encompassed focus to who you’re reading and the crazed mess in my head hahahha.

    Enjoi Playlist #0.9

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning to all of you, may the day be peaceful, may the night be gentle. Good morning and good night supportive readers, thank you.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Seventy-One, March 11, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Today is Monday and for the life of me it doesn’t feel like Monday. Woke up with a list of plants, misses ended up staying home and us having to take her over the doctor make sure things are okay. I do hope things are okay, there’s a dizziness though with what she’s doing with that I wish I could snap my fingers and just help rectify.

    Segway sorry, but about Mondays and about how you today started even now while writing this it doesn’t and hasn’t felt like a Monday. And Mondays are my least favorite of days in the week, I’m pretty sure all of us tend to hate Mondays too just because we all know we got to get back to the grind. Sadly there is no grind for me except for you know my typical house duties and parent duties.

    I’m tired. Not tired in the sense I didn’t get enough sleep, or I have too much to do, nah it’s an MS thing. And I’m trying to be a good husband to the Mrs and not bring any issues I’m dealing with to the table. I feel that the focus needs to be turned to her make sure all is well and that she is taken care of.

    However one thing I can’t help, and this is true, sugars and heavy saturated foods like Taco Bell with, try a Baja blast, knocks me the f*** out. And when I say knock out I mean put me in a stupor and just poor fatigue all over my entirety. Depending on the choices of diet in a day especially if I’m not thinking wisely about what’s in the drink, if the sugar is at a volume that my body’s not going to appreciate, my body’s going to put me in the f*** to sleep immediately.

    So from start to end of day I began with thinking that I’d be getting both wife and child ready for work and school, so then making some calls to counselor, doctor, and lawyer, well also tithing up house cleaning kitchen sweeping and putting all of the items in the closet organizer that I should have done over the finishing of it last week however I stupidly thought I was to make it and leave it as is so the misses can put it how she wanted it.

    Luck to that thinking brought my son shoving his giant foot into the bottom panels that were immediately obliterated by his weight, side note they are thin canvas pieces that if not ripped hold well.

    I was in the case we were with the doctor for a chunk of time I have been making sure my wife is good, we did order some barbecue which overall was pretty good. However have ever bought a piece of chicken that you could swear is synthetic, or I don’t know made out of some other type of carbon item that isn’t meat? That was in this meal there was brisket, pulled pork, chicken, three meat choices, some sides, voila. And somehow this barbecue place manages to make chicken come off as fake.

    Even the missus and I talked about it and how it was expected that it would be a a piece of chicken like breasts or maybe a fat thigh, grilled, char marks on it and and sizzling. This was more like a Tyson piece of chicken that you buy when in a rush and when no intention of good flavor is in plan.

    Anyhow, overall the day was okay, I’m hoping Tuesday, tomorrow, that I’ll be able to not only converse with the doctor, not only converse with lawyers, but at least get things flowing in a direction where I know I’m not grinding my face against the pavement.

    I stated in previous posts I am aiming on being as good of a person as I can be, as decent of a person and as kind of a man for my son and my wife on a daily and everyday forward. Sometimes, things are misunderstood, things are misrepresented, things are overwhelmingly thought otherwise.

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night my readers.

    Nosce Te Ipsum