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A collection of some classic Lemmy memes for your enjoyment
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.
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.
That sounds like some Lovecraftian story: briefly glimpsing knowledge beyond human limits, then losing it forever.
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.
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. >:(
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.
Always have notebook next to bed.
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.
Or some tater tots.