I do wonder. I’ve never gotten confused the other way like you (dismissing a thing that happened as a dream) but I’m sure psychologists would have lots of notes.

You are correct, which is why I didn’t pursue the matter. They can keep my money, they’ve lost a customer.

They are providing a SERVICE. I was not using the service, I didn’t need it. The mistake might have been mine (assuming it wasn’t a dark pattern or sketchy design) but they had a choice: keep my money and tell me to go fuck myself (which they did) or refund my money at no cost to them. This wasn’t a box of goods that they would have to take back and reinventory.

I would have purchased the lower tier of service (which I explained to the rep) and continued to use their services, and I would have been telling you about how they were reasonable and I am a happy customer.

I had already invested significant effort in moving my email over, it was a pain to shift back, but if Proton’s answer to a simple problem is “fuck you, we’ve got ours.”, I’ll pass. I spent a lot of time on their 'pick a paid service" page because I was going to pay for one of their lower tiers, I just hadn’t decided which one.

I tried switching to Proton. They took my money somehow (I think I was looking over the paid options and then got distracted and auto filled. Basically I wasn’t paying attention) and then when I noticed on my cc bill I contacted them to say 'hey, I didn’t mean to pay for all these features I don’t need and am not using. Can I please have a refund?" They were like “lol it’s been a month and 2 days so no, enjoy your 17 email addresses and some other crap you aren’t using and don’t need.”.

Still looking for an alternative to Google but it isn’t going to be Proton.

Yes, I have serious trouble “booting up” in the morning. I have been a vivid dreamer and sleep walker/night terrors since I was barely a teenager. When I wake up in the night I often just live for 10 minutes or so in whatever reality I had been dreaming (lay in bed trying to come to terms with the fact my cat who’s been dead for decades actually is fine and just really really old now) and then go in back to sleep in that reality.

But waking up in the morning can be either jarring or more insidious. I’ve been having lunch before I think “wait. I didn’t win that lottery, so I do still need to go to work Monday… Fuck.”

And to complicate it even more, sometimes I dream of something happening A SECOND TIME. Why is this a problem? Because I don’t remember if the memory in my dream was A) another dream I had earlier, B) a memory created in that dream that night for backstory or C) happened in real life.

Those ones are the worst… I’ve had to ask my partner serious questions like "so I had a dream last night we left our sex toys out and mom found them… But I remembered in my dream she already found them before… But did she in real life or…?

Also if he ever cheats on me “again” in my dreams… That poor man is gonna be in so much trouble…

And just like that, I’m suddenly way more comfortable google…

I had another one of those a couple nights ago. Was getting ready for bed (in dream) at my parents place and realized it was Thursday and I hadn’t been to school in awhile… Which classes did I miss? When was the exam?

I’m nearly 40, I graduated highschool when I was 17…

Sometimes it’s a university dream though, exactly like yours. I was in a class and then forgot to go most of the semester, and now the exam has to be coming up… And did I have a big workbook to get done?

That anxiety is 4 years fresher… But still. You’d think I’d move on…

Your dream was great but I can’t stand for this cheese slander.

#Cheesedreamsmatter

But were you late for work?

That’s wild.

I have a recurring dream that I have forgotten about something. Something with a dollar value (usually $40,000 for some reason) and I am now just realizing I have to account for this missing thing. I can’t explain really, sometimes it’s work related so I’m concerned I’ll be asked to cover the costs of forgetting this $40,000 item somewhere.

When I wake up it takes me a few minutes for that anxiety/stress to fade out properly. I can’t imagine the strange middle world your brain was in as your brain booted up fully.

Not the weirdest, I have too many and they are all bonkers, but one of the more “cohesive” and memorable ones I had was… 15-20 years ago.

I was Rick Mercier (this is all gonna be very Canadian brace yourselves) and I was interviewing Guy Lelibre or whatever the Cirque du Soleil guy’s name is. I was meeting him downtown so he could show my their newest greatest marvel, they were raising their tent using the CN tower as the centre pole.

As we watched in awe all these carneys working diligently, he asked me to grab onto this section of the tent. It had the texture of dryer hose, like a midweight plastic bag with thin wire ribbing. We grabbed on tightly and all of a sudden we were being pulled up hundreds of feet as we rode the tent up to the top, with tons of other Carneys in pairs doing the same as us. As we got near the top Guy pulled a release and the section of the tent we were on separated from the main tent and became/secretly already was a hang glider, and we started sailing east out over the beaches area.

All the other teams were hang gliding with us, soaring along the shore of the lake, looking for a place to land safely. As Guy steered us down and we landed I caught the eye of the Tin Man (from Wizard of Oz) and I thought “this is ridiculous, I’ve only met that guy one other time and it was also while I was hang gliding and landed near him! I’ll have to go explain myself!”

So we landed, and there was a small interlude where I was me and not Rick Mercer and I found a group doing yoga and one of them was a coworker, and she bought a sandwich to give to a homeless person, but this person wasn’t Toronto homeless* they were Sarah McLachlan singing about you starving in a third world homeless and I just felt so bad to have been hang gliding.

Then I realized we were pretty far from the core and the grand opening was approaching fast and I started searching for Guy. I found him and was like “how will we get back in time?!” And he smiled like Willy Wonka and looked over the horizon, where dozens of white horses**, all without saddles but wearing the feather hat thing, came galloping towards us.

They all split into pairs and peeled away to each of their respective Carney hang gliding construction team members, and without stopping we did the thing where you grab the horse as it’s running by and suddenly are riding. And with that, Guy, me (Rick Mercier) and the rest of the team galloped back towards the CN tower, which was now a giant tent, to witness the grand opening just in the nick of time! Fin

I will have outted myself with that post, as I share that dream whenever someone asks this type of question.

*Homelessness is a serious problem. I don’t mean to be insensitive, I’m trying to use few words to express an idea.

**Cirque du Soleil does not use animals, it’s kinda their whole thing, so this is the least realistic part of the dream but I like to think they are just union horse labour from the local RCMP/Toronto Police stables, or maybe the Medieval Times Horses trying to earn some extra cash…

You truely don’t see how dumb you are, and now I just feel bad.

Don’t know if you were home schooled or what, (that would explain your weird boner for accusing others of not being properly educated) but when you are the only one pointing out your own ignorance, I don’t think it’s fair to keep egging you on.

Have a good one.

Hey stinky, if you click the blue ‘metaphor’ link you posted, you can actually read the definition of metaphor. Best do that next time before making yourself look a fool by not knowing what it means and then posting the definition without reading it.

Please join me and fast for 24 hours! And pray!

Literally everyone, looking at their calendar wondering when they are supposed to take 24hours to starve themselves for… For what?

Seriously even if this actually helped the situation his privilege isn’t just showing, it’s flopping around while his panties are around his ankles. Who has 24 consecutive hours a week for this BS?

Practical and hardly any fun, I’d start looking for a local charity I trust. I have one in mind but I’d get a lawyer and hire a couple experts I trust on charity management and basically private detective them.

Once I had one charity I was happy with I’d start feeding it what it needs. In this example, it’s a local food bank style community center, so I could blow that place up with maybe 10 million.

I’d be fairly involved for the next 6-12 months as things got going, while also researching and finding the next, larger scale charities. Most of the money would sit in fairly safe investment accounts and depending on what I learned over the first 1-2 years I’d try and have it all out into the world within 15 years.

When I signed the last cheque for the last couple million, I’d hope to have a coalition of well funded, well run charities all over the world that would have the cashflow to maintain their new service levels and the oversight to continue that good work for the next 100 years.