Dream Diary radar bloon edition

I had a long dream about a bunch of scientists using balloons with radar and hyperspectral imaging payloads to map urban centres in 3D in high resolution for town planning and collecting data to appropriately direct national schemes. It was a typical boring government setup who were using cutting edge technologies, and had lot of funny incompetencies such as everyone breaking for lunch when they arrive at an impasse at a meeting, and a scientist being reprimanded for asking information from the ministry for data they didn’t have as if it’s his mistake rather than the ministry’s.

ChatGPT can feel my pain lol

I planned to visit home after years, and a busted ankle changed my plans. Life sucks right now, am in too much pain to bear. Pretty isolated too. 

It was a typical evening in Delhi, and I was looking forward to a weekend getaway with friends. The plan was set – we were going to explore the outskirts of the city. Little did I know that fate had a different agenda for me that night.

As I settled into my bed, fatigue from the day's work washed over me. I closed my eyes, anticipating a restful night's sleep. However, my dreams were abruptly interrupted by a sudden jolt of pain in my ankle. I winced and groaned, trying to make sense of what had just happened. It felt as though my ankle had twisted and turned in a bizarre dance of discomfort.

The pain was sharp and persistent, and I could hardly move without wincing. I gingerly touched my ankle, hoping that the pain was just a momentary inconvenience. Alas, the throbbing sensation confirmed my fears – I had somehow managed to sprain my ankle in my sleep.

My weekend plans flashed before my eyes, replaced by the harsh reality that I wouldn't be able to embark on the adventure I had eagerly anticipated. I begrudgingly accepted that my journey would now be confined to the four walls of my room.

Days turned into a monotonous routine of pain management and rest. Each step I took felt like walking on hot coals, and I became well-acquainted with the intricate art of hobbling. The swelling persisted, making the simplest tasks, like getting out of bed or taking a shower, seem like insurmountable challenges.

Ice packs became my closest companions, offering temporary relief from the persistent ache. I diligently followed the R.I.C.E. (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation) protocol, hoping that time would be the ultimate healer. Meanwhile, crutches transformed into my new means of mobility, allowing me to navigate my home with a clumsy semblance of normalcy.

As the days passed, I found solace in books, movies, and the occasional visitor who empathetically dropped by. However, the longing to explore the vibrant streets of Delhi lingered in my mind. I could almost hear the distant sounds of bustling markets, the aroma of street food, and the laughter of people enjoying the city's vibrant culture.

Gradually, my ankle began to show signs of improvement. The pain lessened, and I regained some semblance of mobility. Rehabilitation exercises became a part of my daily routine, a necessary ritual to strengthen the muscles that had been dormant for too long.

Eventually, the day arrived when I could take a tentative step outside my home. The air felt fresher, the colors brighter, and the world more vivid than I had remembered. Although my journey was different from what I had initially envisioned, the experience taught me resilience and appreciation for the simple act of walking – a lesson learned not on an adventurous getaway but within the confines of my own home in Delhi. 

Dream diary sneks edition

Another 'tell' that informed me I was lucid has now become too normal to notice. This was being able to take photographs in a dream. At first, the phone was an admixture of form factors, from a square slab to some kind of bridge device with a touchscreen and a keypad. Now, the smartphone looks and feels like a regular iPhone. The second tell was the software itself, which would be glitchy and unpredictable, not function like the regular camera app. The in-dream camera app now works well enough, that I cannot tell something is off. 

However, this time around, something was off right at the end. On tapping the shutter, it just refreshed the screen instead of saving the photograph. 

Anyway, I was exploring what seemed like a vertical slum, venturing into a temple after climbing through a maze of narrow gullies. There was a temple right on top, and I was surprised and entered it. Got attacked by a rat-snake-king, a writhing ball of baby cobras and rats trapped together. It was on my currently injured leg, and it was a nightmarish enough experience to wake me up.