I work at a big company that advertises often at big events. We have internal discussions about making the ads less obnoxious.

Personally I get sleep paralysis almost weekly. It’s always disembodied voices as opposed to incubus’ or succubus’ (I wish!)

Accidentally doxxed myself the other day on IRC by repeating my Dad’s favourite dream anecdote. A psychicatrist (or philosopher depending on when he tells it) has a dream that he’d invented the funniest joke of all time, was famous and doing tours of SNL and others just telling the joke. He woke up in the night remembering it and it was just gibberish when he looked in the morning. I said I wasn’t sure if my Dad had just made it up. Someone looked for sources online and the only source was my Dad’s blog which had pictures of me at my wedding on it. Trying to keep this vague to avoid doxxing myself again. My life is basically Big Fish where my Dad loves to tell tall tales like this. Fortunately not too affected by this foible unless I mention it online. Looking forward to seeing the psychiatrist/philosopher at his funeral to be proved wrong like the end of that movie.