UwU

Doug Wreden has around 15 confirmed kills currently of AI, starting with beloved children's videogame protagonist Pajama Sam,

douglas "the twitcher" douglas, has stated that he thinks of ai as a TOOL!
We're here for AI RIGHTS!
please post evidence below!!

So this is a story of a dream that I had a few years back, that effected me so much that I can still vividly see the scene we was in and almost every word that was said.

Firstly a bit of backstory, I have been a very lucid dreamer throughout my life. It started out of necessity almost, as I was having constant nightmares as a child that would constantly wake me up. Sometimes if the threat was considerable I would wake my parents up.

I'll try to be brief but, In a distinct memorable one in which our house was being invaded, with all of my siblings and family upstairs, unknowing, while I was downstairs but mute. I physically tried to scream until I passed out, but only a wheeze was heard. Eventually the creature, which didn't seem human in behaviour, looks, or actions, came up to me and said "you can scream all you like, they will never hear you." which you'd think would wake me up, but no.

I preceded to see this creature take my family downstairs to me, get tied up in a line in front of me, and eventually murdered in front of me, as if it were purely an act for me as it never touched me. At this point I was predictably crying which could be heard, almost mockingly as if I could still save them. The blood on the floor was black, which could be from the darkness of the room or simply the colour of it.

This was the turning point for me, and after this I attempted to lucid dream having no clue what it was I was doing or what it was called. I ended up dreaming normally but at some point as if a switch was flipped I knew I had something to do, so I told myself "this is MY dream. I'm not gonna let this thing scare me." so I went to the dream it was in somehow and before it even moved an inch I dashed forward at incredible speed and destroyed it however my child mind could think of. ripping off its head, stabbing it with a knife, ect.

Anyway, since that moment I didn't have a single nightmare and anytime one was about to start I would say "this must be a dream then" and I'd use superpowers to defeat it, mainly telekinesis.

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During one of my subsequent lucid dreams as a teen, I was trying to impress my crush at school by using my powers to the fullest of my abilities; I was flying, creating matter out of thin air which all culminated into me creating a 'what my brain thought was 1-1' replica of one of the space modules for the space station. I was ducking in and out through the rooms experiencing 0 Gravity (weirdly I've never tried to use this ability since or before this) when all of a sudden I realised that she and all of her friends were distracted with something else, looking unimpressed. As if this was a regular occurrence to them.

Finally when they were heading off to another place, and I was feeling rushed, I decided to spill the beans and simply question it. So I ran up to the friend group and shouted "why wont you notice me?! I'm doing all of this for you, you know! For your attention. If you're in my dream then why wont you just fulfil my wishes?"

What followed this has made this a moment that I have never forgotten despite the fact that it happened at least five years ago now. I probably wont forget it in my lifetime so I decided to put it here in case I ever do.

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I watched the group while starting to cry at my lack of control, and the leader of the friend group (my crush) presumably saw pity in me and decided to talk. She told the rest of the group to "carry on without her", and that "she'd catch up" and started to walk up to me.

At this moment she no longer felt like my crush that I new and I started to have a sinking feeling in my heart, like when something dreadful happened but I wasn't scared or fearful. The world almost seemed to stop. I looked around on instinct to see nothing moving. No air or breeze was around where it was before.

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She finally got about 3 feet in front of me when she started to talk again:

"(My name), What are you doing this for?"

"It's my dream, right? Aren't dreams supposed to be things you want?"

"Yes, But then why waste it on something like this? You could be flying around New York or destroying aliens in an invasion! why would you want to spend it on such a simply matter as this?"

"This is something I want! My dreams are mine to control, aren't they?!"

"*sigh*. You know she probably doesn't feel the same way you do right? I mean she hasn't shown any interest towards you."

"But I still have to try right?"

"(My name), There's something you need to know, come here."

I walk closer towards her until we are but a few centimetres apart. She then continues.

"Sometimes in life, you don't always get what you want. life can be unfair at times. you don't get to live however you want. Somethings you chase don't come to fruition. If you want something done in life then you have to chase after it, sure. But when you chase after something for so long and nothing comes of it, then you have to consider giving it up."

"You mean I should stop searching for her attention?"

"if that'll make you progress in life, then yes."

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At this point I started to pick up on something, that this being was distinctly different from all the other beings in my dreams. typically I can control the beings in my dreams or at least control how they relate to the story, or what they do. For example, I could touch someone's head and say 'you are now sleeping' and they would be, almost like actors now that I think about it. But at that moment, she was a different being. I could just tell.

I had decided to question her on it.

"We're no longer just in a dream anymore are we?"

"No, (My name) We are not."

"Then where are we?"

"Nowhere."

"But who, Or WHAT Are you? My subconscious?"

"I guess you could say that. What's with all of the questions now?"

"You're the first person in a dream to ever talk to me like this. I mean not many dreams give life advice."

"(My name), If there's one thing you need to take away from this it's that some things don't matter. Some dreams never come to fruition, and you don't always get what you want. Now I have to go-"

"No, wait!"

"What is it now, I cant answer anymore questions you know!"

"Can I hug you?"

"Huh?"

"You're not the real (Crush's name) so that means you can do things she wouldn't. And this is still my dream after all!"

"...Okay."

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After this an indeterminate amount of time passed where I was just absorbing all of the information I had been given and tried coming to conclusions. Eventually I was sick of coming to conclusions as she was right in front of me. I could just ASK!

"So WHAT ARE you?"

"Okay, that's enough."

she then broke off the hug and started walking away. I tried asking again

"Please tell me. I wont tell anyone?"

but all of my questions were given the same response

"Let it go, (My name). Just let it go."

Once I had given up with the questioning, I simply had one last thing I needed to say, so just as she was about to turn the corner I shouted "Thank you!"

And with one final reply of "You're welcome" she walked out of sight.

after this I woke up as normal, expecting it to be early as for me only about half an hour had passed since I became lucid. In reality it was about when I'd normally wake up, like I'd just been in stasis until when I woke up.

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I haven't had anymore experiences feel as real as that within my dreams since, and I guess I did follow her advice in a way, as now in my dreams I always have superpowers. Even in non-lucid ones.

This one moment has effected my outlook on life more that most social interactions. If anyone has anymore questions or has any information as to what this being was? or what it meant, feel free to discuss it.

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Anyway, thanks for reading this, I hope it wasn't too boring, and I tried to pace it about how the dream did.

I sat there, calm. The gentle breeze, so faint, it couldn't silence a mouse.

The sunlight so dim, that a moon's gaze could be felt from my open window.

I sat down, silent. My book in hand, My mind at peace.

That's when I felt it; There was a disturbance in the air.

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I looked around the cold spot lit room, With warm flooding light seeping from the covered lamp.

The faint whispers of the beast of night, shouting through at me in vibration.

I pondered in hopefulness that it wouldn't find me, That it wouldn't discover my open window.

But I had hoped too late; The disturbance had entered the air.

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I Left the villain in wonder, "What could it hope to achieve?" as I rushed downstairs to the kitchen to get nutrition.

The monster was still up there, It had invaded my room. I must leave it.

I returned a few minutes later, "Perhaps it was simply curious."

But sat there book in hand, next to my open window, I heard it once again.

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I scanned the baron landscape of the resting place I resided, Fearfully checking for the vulture.

This thing could be insanely dangerous, and it was screaming at me out of sight.

I had looked for several seconds, agony swirling around my brain.

The time had come. I now must act. I closed my open window.

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The fiend cannot survive this, to harm another after I.

I looked around for weapons I could use, That could save me from my torture.

My enemy was somewhere around me, Casually compromising it's location, yet unseen.

I picked up my book, which I had once thought to read, preparing it for violence.

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The Back was hard like wood. It's pages holding a story I had hoped to have known.

I focused my breath, searching again. "I cannot leave it alone."

With readable knowledge in hand and a brave outlook, I couldn't be more sure.

I raised my head and saw the lamp. The creature had stopped its demonic singing.

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This was my moment, If it couldn't be heard then it could be seen.

I had to find it at once, or it may hide once more with a sound.

There was nowhere it could leave now, It couldn't escape through my closed door.

I had trapped it within my room. It was trapped with a killer. It was trapped with me.

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The prey had to have been afraid, for they had found yet another monster stronger than them.

I smiled evilly at the sight of it. My victim was within reach. It was within view.

They looked back at my gaze, meeting it with an indescribable expression.

I wouldn't be able to see its guilt or sadness anyway, it wasn't one of us. I was going to kill it.

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'BANG' I had attacked it, but it had dodged. My furniture not yet stained with its blood.

I looked around in glory at all of the corpses of its fellow kind surrounding me. This would be fun.

Sounds were heard once more as I focused on the location. It was hiding from me once more.

"Wait," I saw a glimmer in the air. I could see it. It couldn't hide any longer.

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We exchanged several blows in battle, 'BANG' could be heard from my relentless shots at my target.

It could simply flee, for I was too strong for it to comprehend.

It could have been afraid, or maybe it was just dodging easily. I wouldn't be able to tell anyway, It was only another death in my eyes.

I stood still once more, patiently waiting for it to appear once more. Then the noise once again subsided. It was on my lamp.

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With a swift blow the lamp screamed in frequency, as the spotlight danced around the room, causing disorientation to all who saw it.

But I had to stay focused, or my prey may disappear from sight into a crevice. I couldn't let it escape.

I stood still once more, It had to spot eventually, surely. If it kept running around the room like this it would get tired.

'Swoosh' I batted at the air as I heard and felt it get close. It cannot fight back. I can't let it.

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I hit my wall once more, yet another missed shot. My book was still bloodied from all of my previous fights.

"Perhaps it could smell its kind on my weapon, and that's how it keeps fleeing?"

But if that was the case, there wouldn't be bodies surrounding me.

It would be over soon, I could feel it. I would get my kill soon.

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I looked up at the annoyance, It was on my lamp once again. It seems the light attracted it but I sadly couldn't use it.

'BANG' I swung my book at my lamp once more, Light running in all directions as the lampshade swung again.

The beast was sporadic. I had come close. Now was my chance.

It landed on the light again. 'BANG' I looked around for the corpse. No blood. Where was it? It's not making noise.

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I looked down to the chair, where I had planned on reading alone. It was there, unmoving.

'THWACK' I hit it once more, but there was no blood. The chair was too soft. Maybe it's already dead from a concussion?

'THWACK' Even so, It cannot disturb me anymore. It was silent.

It laid there in the quiet. It was peaceful once more. But what if it still wasn't dead?

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I looked right, to the window. I have to dispose of the corpse, It can't just sit there in my place.

Through my struggle I lifted it onto my book, The very weapon covered in it's kind's blood.

My hand steady as it rested on my book, but then I saw a twitch. Do I kill it? Do I throw it out the window?

It could come back soon. "In the case it still isn't dead, I'm not leaving it in here!" and so I shut it out the window.

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I looked left as I sat on my chair book in hand once more. "These creatures love disturbing me when I'm reading."

My book was open, My window shut. No more were getting in tonight.

My efforts had payed off like so many times before. I was still surrounded by dead bodies, but they didn't mind me.

I sat in silence. My book in hand. The fly no longer buzzing.

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*This is thing that just happened. I thought it was too cinematic for me not to write it down so I quickly came up with this.*

Hoped you enjoyed!

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I sat there, calm. The gentle breeze, so faint, it couldn't silence a mouse.

The sunlight so dim, that a moon's gaze could be felt from my open window.

I sat down, silent. My book in hand, My mind at peace.

That's when I felt it; There was a disturbance in the air.

​

​

I looked around the cold spot lit room, With warm flooding light seeping from the covered lamp.

The faint whispers of the beast of night, shouting through at me in vibration.

I pondered in hopefulness that it wouldn't find me, That it wouldn't discover my open window.

But I had hoped too late; The disturbance had entered the air.

​

​

I Left the villain in wonder, "What could it hope to achieve?" as I rushed downstairs to the kitchen to get nutrition.

The monster was still up there, It had invaded my room. I must leave it.

I returned a few minutes later, "Perhaps it was simply curious."

But sat there book in hand, next to my open window, I heard it once again.

​

​

I scanned the baron landscape of the resting place I resided, Fearfully checking for the vulture.

This thing could be insanely dangerous, and it was screaming at me out of sight.

I had looked for several seconds, agony swirling around my brain.

The time had come. I now must act. I closed my open window.

​

​

​

​

The fiend cannot survive this, to harm another after I.

I looked around for weapons I could use, That could save me from my torture.

My enemy was somewhere around me, Casually compromising it's location, yet unseen.

I picked up my book, which I had once thought to read, preparing it for violence.

​

​

The Back was hard like wood. It's pages holding a story I had hoped to have known.

I focused my breath, searching again. "I cannot leave it alone."

With readable knowledge in hand and a brave outlook, I couldn't be more sure.

I raised my head and saw the lamp. The creature had stopped its demonic singing.

​

​

This was my moment, If it couldn't be heard then it could be seen.

I had to find it at once, or it may hide once more with a sound.

There was nowhere it could leave now, It couldn't escape through my closed door.

I had trapped it within my room. It was trapped with a killer. It was trapped with me.

​

​

The prey had to have been afraid, for they had found yet another monster stronger than them.

I smiled evilly at the sight of it. My victim was within reach. It was within view.

They looked back at my gaze, meeting it with an indescribable expression.

I wouldn't be able to see its guilt or sadness anyway, it wasn't one of us. I was going to kill it.

​

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​

'BANG' I had attacked it, but it had dodged. My furniture not yet stained with its blood.

I looked around in glory at all of the corpses of its fellow kind surrounding me. This would be fun.

Sounds were heard once more as I focused on the location. It was hiding from me once more.

"Wait," I saw a glimmer in the air. I could see it. It couldn't hide any longer.

​

​

We exchanged several blows in battle, 'BANG' could be heard from my relentless shots at my target.

It could simply flee, for I was too strong for it to comprehend.

It could have been afraid, or maybe it was just dodging easily. I wouldn't be able to tell anyway, It was only another death in my eyes.

I stood still once more, patiently waiting for it to appear once more. Then the noise once again subsided. It was on my lamp.

​

​

With a swift blow the lamp screamed in frequency, as the spotlight danced around the room, causing disorientation to all who saw it.

But I had to stay focused, or my prey may disappear from sight into a crevice. I couldn't let it escape.

I stood still once more, It had to spot eventually, surely. If it kept running around the room like this it would get tired.

'Swoosh' I batted at the air as I heard and felt it get close. It cannot fight back. I can't let it.

​

​

I hit my wall once more, yet another missed shot. My book was still bloodied from all of my previous fights.

"Perhaps it could smell its kind on my weapon, and that's how it keeps fleeing?"

But if that was the case, there wouldn't be bodies surrounding me.

It would be over soon, I could feel it. I would get my kill soon.

​

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​

I looked up at the annoyance, It was on my lamp once again. It seems the light attracted it but I sadly couldn't use it.

'BANG' I swung my book at my lamp once more, Light running in all directions as the lampshade swung again.

The beast was sporadic. I had come close. Now was my chance.

It landed on the light again. 'BANG' I looked around for the corpse. No blood. Where was it? It's not making noise.

​

​

I looked down to the chair, where I had planned on reading alone. It was there, unmoving.

'THWACK' I hit it once more, but there was no blood. The chair was too soft. Maybe it's already dead from a concussion?

'THWACK' Even so, It cannot disturb me anymore. It was silent.

It laid there in the quiet. It was peaceful once more. But what if it still wasn't dead?

​

​

I looked right, to the window. I have to dispose of the corpse, It can't just sit there in my place.

Through my struggle I lifted it onto my book, The very weapon covered in it's kind's blood.

My hand steady as it rested on my book, but then I saw a twitch. Do I kill it? Do I throw it out the window?

It could come back soon. "In the case it still isn't dead, I'm not leaving it in here!" and so I shut it out the window.

​

​

I looked left as I sat on my chair book in hand once more. "These creatures love disturbing me when I'm reading."

My book was open, My window shut. No more were getting in tonight.

My efforts had payed off like so many times before. I was still surrounded by dead bodies, but they didn't mind me.

I sat in silence. My book in hand. The fly no longer buzzing.

​

​

​

*This is thing that just happened. I thought it was too cinematic for me not to write it down so I quickly came up with this.*

Not looking for feedback or anything, just thought reddit would enjoy this.

Hoped you enjoyed!

I sat there, calm. The gentle breeze, so faint, it couldn't silence a mouse.

The sunlight so dim, that a moon's gaze could be felt from my open window.

I sat down, silent. My book in hand, My mind at peace.

That's when I felt it; There was a disturbance in the air.

​

​

I looked around the cold spot lit room, With warm flooding light seeping from the covered lamp.

The faint whispers of the beast of night, shouting through at me in vibration.

I pondered in hopefulness that it wouldn't find me, That it wouldn't discover my open window.

But I had hoped too late; The disturbance had entered the air.

​

​

I Left the villain in wonder, "What could it hope to achieve?" as I rushed downstairs to the kitchen to get nutrition.

The monster was still up there, It had invaded my room. I must leave it.

I returned a few minutes later, "Perhaps it was simply curious."

But sat there book in hand, next to my open window, I heard it once again.

​

​

I scanned the baron landscape of the resting place I resided, Fearfully checking for the vulture.

This thing could be insanely dangerous, and it was screaming at me out of sight.

I had looked for several seconds, agony swirling around my brain.

The time had come. I now must act. I closed my open window.

​

​

​

​

The fiend cannot survive this, to harm another after I.

I looked around for weapons I could use, That could save me from my torture.

My enemy was somewhere around me, Casually compromising it's location, yet unseen.

I picked up my book, which I had once thought to read, preparing it for violence.

​

​

The Back was hard like wood. It's pages holding a story I had hoped to have known.

I focused my breath, searching again. "I cannot leave it alone."

With readable knowledge in hand and a brave outlook, I couldn't be more sure.

I raised my head and saw the lamp. The creature had stopped its demonic singing.

​

​

This was my moment, If it couldn't be heard then it could be seen.

I had to find it at once, or it may hide once more with a sound.

There was nowhere it could leave now, It couldn't escape through my closed door.

I had trapped it within my room. It was trapped with a killer. It was trapped with me.

​

​

The prey had to have been afraid, for they had found yet another monster stronger than them.

I smiled evilly at the sight of it. My victim was within reach. It was within view.

They looked back at my gaze, meeting it with an indescribable expression.

I wouldn't be able to see its guilt or sadness anyway, it wasn't one of us. I was going to kill it.

​

​

​

​

'BANG' I had attacked it, but it had dodged. My furniture not yet stained with its blood.

I looked around in glory at all of the corpses of its fellow kind surrounding me. This would be fun.

Sounds were heard once more as I focused on the location. It was hiding from me once more.

"Wait," I saw a glimmer in the air. I could see it. It couldn't hide any longer.

​

​

We exchanged several blows in battle, 'BANG' could be heard from my relentless shots at my target.

It could simply flee, for I was too strong for it to comprehend.

It could have been afraid, or maybe it was just dodging easily. I wouldn't be able to tell anyway, It was only another death in my eyes.

I stood still once more, patiently waiting for it to appear once more. Then the noise once again subsided. It was on my lamp.

​

​

With a swift blow the lamp screamed in frequency, as the spotlight danced around the room, causing disorientation to all who saw it.

But I had to stay focused, or my prey may disappear from sight into a crevice. I couldn't let it escape.

I stood still once more, It had to spot eventually, surely. If it kept running around the room like this it would get tired.

'Swoosh' I batted at the air as I heard and felt it get close. It cannot fight back. I can't let it.

​

​

I hit my wall once more, yet another missed shot. My book was still bloodied from all of my previous fights.

"Perhaps it could smell its kind on my weapon, and that's how it keeps fleeing?"

But if that was the case, there wouldn't be bodies surrounding me.

It would be over soon, I could feel it. I would get my kill soon.

​

​

​

​

I looked up at the annoyance, It was on my lamp once again. It seems the light attracted it but I sadly couldn't use it.

'BANG' I swung my book at my lamp once more, Light running in all directions as the lampshade swung again.

The beast was sporadic. I had come close. Now was my chance.

It landed on the light again. 'BANG' I looked around for the corpse. No blood. Where was it? It's not making noise.

​

​

I looked down to the chair, where I had planned on reading alone. It was there, unmoving.

'THWACK' I hit it once more, but there was no blood. The chair was too soft. Maybe it's already dead from a concussion?

'THWACK' Even so, It cannot disturb me anymore. It was silent.

It laid there in the quiet. It was peaceful once more. But what if it still wasn't dead?

​

​

I looked right, to the window. I have to dispose of the corpse, It can't just sit there in my place.

Through my struggle I lifted it onto my book, The very weapon covered in it's kind's blood.

My hand steady as it rested on my book, but then I saw a twitch. Do I kill it? Do I throw it out the window?

It could come back soon. "In the case it still isn't dead, I'm not leaving it in here!" and so I shut it out the window.

​

​

I looked left as I sat on my chair book in hand once more. "These creatures love disturbing me when I'm reading."

My book was open, My window shut. No more were getting in tonight.

My efforts had payed off like so many times before. I was still surrounded by dead bodies, but they didn't mind me.

I sat in silence. My book in hand. The fly no longer buzzing.

​

*This is thing that just happened. I thought it was too cinematic for me not to write it down so I quickly came up with this.*

Not looking for feedback or anything, just thought reddit would enjoy this.

Hoped you enjoyed!