#tbh i read that text the moment i woke up and didn't think to look at the number that sent it

[konakoro]

How's your day going? I woke up falling for a phishing scam and only realized hours later, so now I have to wait for a new debit card to arrive 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

[sociallyawkwardseal]

Had a dream that I got an email about a comment on a fic; whenever I get emails, it shows me the little title that they have, so from AO3, they're like... "Comment on (ao3 title)". The one in this Dream Email was on a specific SBG fic I have.

Gonna put the rest under a cut because, initially I wasn't going to type out the full dream because I figured it would be kind of boring, but considering the reaction the people I already told was "What the fuck? What the fuck", well.

I noticed that the text for the preview was... Wrong and it weirded me out. I was just kind of like "...? That doesn't look right...? Did they change how these are sent out?"

And I opened my phone to see what the comment was. Very quickly, I started losing the ability to read; the letters of the AO3 email became jumbled, they would "dance" around and jitter, and eventually just fully glitch out until my phone went dark with the weird little restarting circle that it's been doing on and off for the past year or so at... Pretty much random. I swore and tapped at the back of my phone (as if that would do anything; it doesn't irl, why would it do anything in a dream?), and when I looked up, it was pitch black inside my house. My phone turned back on and I was greeted with the BSD layout I have--which was reassuring; it meant everything was normal. I checked my email, and the email itself was still there, but now it didn't have a title line to it, it was just the sender information, "Archive of Our Own".

I didn't reopen the email out of fear that it would cause my phone to crash again--I kind of desperately needed the light. Despite living next to a highway, everything outside was perfectly quiet. Both in my house and outside of it.

Which is weird. Because when you have the pets that I do, there isn't usually a quiet moment. Someone is always making some kind of sound. Even right now, one of my cats is just crunching on some food. Very audibly. Anyways. Yeah, so. Pure quiet? Incorrect. Uncomfortable.

And that's when I realized two things in my dream; 1) This is a dream 2) I was dreaming about the Otherside from Otherside Picnic (I assumed this because of the weird circumstances+the text on my phone getting messed up, though tbh lore-wise I shouldn't have even been able to read "Archive of Our Own" once my phone got back but what does that matter, it was a dream, I don't make the rules, my brain gets to do what it wants, and since most of my dreams are pretty lucid, I usually get to make decisions based on whatever environment it crafts for me), which I was reading right before bed. I was at a part where Sorawo had gotten back to the Mayoiga alone after one hell of a bus ride, and couldn't find any sign of anyone else--then she woke up and saw an Incorrect Toriko in her bed, and then it jumped to Runa.

Remembering the part I had been reading before going to sleep, I was like "Okay, then... Surely I'm at the Mayoiga? But like, the Mayoiga is where I live? What the hell. Would be a little funny if the Mayoiga in the thing were an American trailer park." and I kind of just sat there in the light of my phone. Thinking about what to do, how the Otherside in the series is implied to be impacted by the culture of those experiencing it, how it's impacted by the urban legends and stories that the person there had, and what this meant for my brain and the dream that it's conjured up. I mean. If I was going to just dream about Otherside Picnic, what could I do? I could encounter horrors beyond my comprehension, that'd be cool--but would they be like, the scary stories I grew up hearing, the ones I researched for fun, the creepypasta I read as a teenager (admittedly, I think it would have been a little funny to encounter Certain Creepypasta Entities in my dreams as an adult--I don't think that I would be able to stop myself from being like "Dude, you have No idea what happened. Do you know how excited I was as a kid for a movie about you? Yeah, that went to shit. Repeatedly. Sorry. Sucks for you."), would my brain just pull the experiences straight out of the novels (I haven't seen the anime or manga)...? Regardless, my thoughts would keep going back to one fact: I just couldn't look at the owner of the place. Which is a complex rule that I had to think over for god knows how long.

But I moved on from it and tried to figure out what percent my phone was at. I couldn't make out the numbers at the top of my screen, but thankfully it looked like it was pretty decently charged. So, I turned on my light and crawled out of my bed and set out to look around the place. I debated going outside to explore the full trailer park, but I kind of felt the dream "slipping", if that makes any sense? And reasoned that I would wake up before I had time to do that. Just the trailer itself would be enough.

I didn't even get that far, though. I just... Woke up. Before I could even leave the bedroom. Saaad. I wanted the Appalachian Otherside Picnic experience. It would've been fun!!! (<- Loves to experience The Horrors and has Little To No Fear involving them)

Anyways, the only reason I'm sharing this dream here is because it involved a fanfiction of mine/a comment (that doesn't exist and didn't exist in the dream either) being left on it.