i had a cool as hell dream where i was playing a standalone kaizo boss fight in an rpg that had gone somewhat viral and had some articles written about it, and i was working thru what moves and tools would work (not wanting to just look up the full solution, which i had deliberately stopped reading early on), when i woke up.
after having a slightly delirious hypnopompic vision wherein another me was giving this idea to me as a gift. from there, i was just repeating part of it to myself as i labored to reconstruct the tools and work out how to make them into what the solution must have been, and i was immediately obsessed with the meaning i had received from that dream and the idea of creating something given to me by the me of another world, another time, reinterpreted through my own sensibilities, reworking the framing to that end. it would be easy enough to whip up in rpg maker, at least, i said to myself! and i got enough of it written down and came to a solid understanding and was ready to get to work, but tragedy struck: i woke up (real)
in my post-dream state, i naturally frantically grabbed at every detail and pretty much remembered the entire thing, outside of a few character names. after all, my brain had just been obsessed with remembering it. the only problem is, real me is looking over the notes, and this shit's not good, man. forget going viral, i could not convince ten people to care about this. as a favor to the me of hypnapompia a layer and a half deep in the dream, i AM at least posting about it, but man. it's not a kind post. i'm sorry