So now I'm sitting here just trying to survive day-to-day-life while actual leaders out there are actively trying to end the world.

"Why are you depressed?"
Because my childhood taught no life skills, my upbringing didn't meet my psychological needs, school taught me humans like to war a lot, and looking 'out my 📺window' I can see we're unlikely to evolve out of that pattern before we end either ourselves or the world around us.

This world isn't "dying"
It's already dead.
Trying to save it would be like bacteria trying to revive their dying host.

It could be possible
if the bacteria wasn't wasn't too busy arguing wether the host was dying because the body's still warm.
By the time it's indisputable it's already too late.

Watching the world leaders genuienly feels like watching football teams agrue whose team's the best.
In objective truth it does not matter.
Psychologically we need "our team" mentality because humans are innately tribal.
I don't want to live in a world where countries are comparable to kids' games.

"You designed a product so good your company went bankrupt because nobody needed to buy a replacement?"
This is why humanity will never reach any level of utopia. We are a violent, tribal race, and any act of true sustainability gets shut down instead sustained because "It's not profitable."

And because of that I've learned so much about the way dreams work I only wish I could have actual clinical backing to everything I've learned of the connections between the way your mind works, how your body works, and how your dreams work.

None of the logic traps that are supposed to tell you that you're dreaming work for me. I can read all text, I can count fingers, pinch, clocks work the way they're supposed to, hell I can even use a phone in a dream.
I was forced to learn to sense when I'm dreaming because logic didn't help me.

It's nott!! 🏍️🦊

Stop destroying the testing sparatus.

Based on my own experiences on avoiding becoming blinded by pain.
Not exactly a fun experience to feel like your arm is burning while all you can see is pure white. Either I haven't hit the nerve as hard since or I've learned to stop myself from feeling that aftershock.

I can't wait to say "Oh no - she can move"