To play Devil’s Advocate, Dubya is an idiot, and he was literally in shock.

“Dick lied to be. He said all I needed to do was read the script, and smile. I didn’t sign up for THIS shit!”

You’re terrible at this. Maybe you’ll wake up one day, and realize Nazis are not your friends. Good luck. Sincerely.

How about allowing people to hunt, kill, and keep the spoils of a useless conservative billionaire? Make it a reality TV show. “The Real Purge.”

Are we ready for the guillotines yet?

I’m saying fuck Trump, and fuck Putin, and fuck Both Sides astroturfers.

You have failed. You should go back to Troth Sential.

Unil Republicans are punished for using churches to brainwash the already brainwashed, fuck that separation bullshit. Fight fire with fire.

And yet, most racists are Republicans. Weird.

Let me guess… the setup was going to be about the pronunciation of her name, and then he would pronounce it “Cuntmala.”

These guys are Hi-Larious…

I don’t I’m interested in hearing your opinion on anything, ever again, if you think cruelty is funny.

To them, cruelty is comedy.

He’s auditioning for a job with Shaprio’s outfit, or some other similar conservative shitpile. It’s not a coincidence that 99% of Right Wing grifters are failures in the entertainment business. Failed actors, comedians, screenwriters, musicians. They’re all narcissists, and more than a little psychopathic. They all think cruelty = comedy. They’re shitty human beings who should be ostracized.

Sure, after Bezos veal.

Eating one of their children would probably be effective motivation.

Understandable. The writing is bad, the plot is bad, the voice acting is bad, and the graphics are from before they motion captured actual actors and the NPC’s gesticulate like someone with Parkinson’s disease (you know what I’m talking about, they lean forward, wave their arms around in unnatural patterns, etc.)

But, it was a step up in the genre at the time, and VtM was right at the end of it’s popularity. It’s a guilty pleasure. The new game is going to fail, and fail hard. It’s going to be basically linear shooter (but with vamp powers,) and they don’t give you the choice of the gender of your toon. Which I don’t care about, but lots of folks do. I could go on about how it’s a "Game of Personal Horror, " but it would be pointless.

Me, too. I’m glad I don’t have that, or the version where you wake up but you’re still in the dream, I have the mild “I can’t move for 10 seconds” version. And it happens rarely.

Speaking of, I don’t know if you know, but the sleep drug Ambien accumulates over time, saturates, and when it reaches saturation, can have effects like Birgiblia’s condition. People driving, eating, doing things in their sleep with no recollection. Awful drug.

My elderly mother with dementia, who I’m the caretaker of, was prescribed it a couple of years ago, old people have insomnia. I found her at 3 AM vacuuming. I asked her “Why are you doing this now…,” She looked at me, with a blank face, and wide zombie eyes, the went back to vacuuming. The next morning, she didn’t remember shit. And not because of dementia. We stopped the Ambien.

Speaking of hurting one’s self, the comedian Mike Birbiglia (?) has a condition where his brain doesn’t make the hormone, chemical, whatever, that paralyzes us in our sleep. He literally ran through a plate glass sliding door on a 2nd story motel room, and fell to the pavement. He survived, relatively unharmed, but has to sleep in a body bag like you describe to keep from hurting himself, or others, in his sleep.

Thanks for the reply. Have a good one.

https://gazette.com/news/a-case-of-near-deadly-sleepwalking-for-comedian-mike-birbiglia/article_e4af044f-4037-5890-a222-932fdec60e09.html

For some reason, almost all my dreams are lucid, which means I know I’m in a dream. They’re stupid, nonsensical, and usually have people I knew, but have not seen, or thought about in a long time. Occasionally I have a vivid one, which means it seems real. You all know this, just stating it for those who may not know what that means.

Most of my vivid dreams are me trying to find something, or someone in some urban environment, with a sense of urgency. Just me searching for something, someone, or trying to get to some undefined place. Sometimes there are other people, sometimes not, but they never end up helping in my search.

In one of the most vivid memorable ones, it was night, and I was outside of a motel, looking into one of the rooms that had glass walls facing outside. The lights in the room were off, but there were blue, purple, and pink neon business advertisement marquee lights behind me, faintly illuminating the room. I could see living room style furniture, a bar, stools, etc.

I walked around to the side of the building, there was a 2 lane highway, that stretched straight ahead as far as I could see, with multiple hills. Along the both sides of the highway, there were buildings, that were illuminated with typical white highway lights, but the dominant light was blue, purple, and pink neon marquee signs. The entire night sky was illuminated with them.

That one is burned into my memory, it was so vivid, and real. It probably represents loneliness. I’m sure it does.

Feel free to TL;DR.

Thankfully, I just occasionally get the not being able to move for 10 seconds, no residual dreams bleeding into consciousness.

Never had that, but waking up and not being able to move for 10 or 15 seconds is annoying. It was frightening when I was child, not anymore, but still, the thought “Did I have a stroke in my sleep?” until you jerk into movement is annoying.

Sleep with a nicotine patch on. The most vivid, fantastical dreams you’ll ever have.