had a cuckoo bananas dream last night, vivid as usual lmao. i was a seven year old girl raised in a cult which worshipped me as the eighth reincarnation of their founding leader. we lived on a huge ranch compound in the middle of nowhere. it was a zombie-apocalypse dream which is funny 2 me because i don't really like zombie content and don't consume it often.

i didn't see any zombies in the dream, the dream just started with me knowing there had been zombies. but following most zombie media, i lived in a world where there was no zombie media so we were all confused and shocked by zombies. it picked up a day or two after everyone in my cult had either died or fled.

i was alone on the compound, having hidden for two days in a closet with a false back wall, where i was taught to hide if anyone ever came to "attack" our cult. none of this was surprising to me, because i'd been raised believing the world had already ended and that we were the last surviving population of humans on earth. i'd been expecting some sort of horrible attack all my life. i also believed i was the only girl on earth, and that girls were only born as the reincarnations of our leader. everyone else i knew were all men and boys. no idea where the boy children came from? the nebulous nature of dream logic.

the dream pretty much began with me hiding in my spot, when i became aware of some people searching the building i was in, and then the room. they were taking all of our food and medical supplies (understandable) and talking about staying for a while because the grounds seemed pretty defensible now that the zombies were all gone.

i stayed hidden for a whole night and another day before i got extremely hungry and tried to sneak out of my spot while everyone was sleeping in the early morning, but i didn't consider they'd have someone awake on-watch for zombies.

he saw me and i ran to hide again so he woke up a few other people to find me. they ended up finding me in my hiding place and i chose fight over flight and threw myself at them so viciously that one of them almost shot me because he thought i was a zombie. but i was screaming words so they stopped him and in the end i was being so outrageously nasty (clawing at their eyes with success) that they ended up somehow pinning me down and rolling me up in a giant bedsheet so i was literally swaddled into submission.

they argued a while about what to about me and one of the guys was like "maybe she'll respond better to a woman" (zombie movie guy character logic idk) and they agreed to take me back with them to their like, longer-term camp some miles away (i guess there were on some sort of exploratory mission for medical supplies?)

so they kept me in my swaddle and started carrying me with them down the road and all the while i was like you can't do this to me. i'm god! you're not allowed to touch me!

Well maybe I don’t WANT to work double as hard as abled people!! Maybe I deserve a BREAK!! Maybe I’ve been working MORE THAN double as hard for MY WHOLE LIFE and it’s led me to immense burnout & caused me to develop several MORE disabilities!! Maybe I should be ACCOMMODATED so I don’t have to KILL MY BODY AND BRAIN over trying to do what abled people can do!! Maybe I DON’T have to work double as hard!! Maybe if there’s the option to let me NOT work double as hard, I should have it, because I’m already working double as hard JUST TO SURVIVE!!

but it's an entirely new level of tragic when somebody you've actually spoken to gets turned into a bot account. it's like peeking at a zombie apocalypse through the window and realizing one of the shambling corpses was your friend.

and then the zombie catches sight of you, lurches up to your window, and shouts through the glass that they accidentally reported your account to tumblr and you'll be deactivated unless you click this link.

if you get something like this ↑ they're gonna follow up by instructing you to contact tumblr support on discord and give you contact info; or they're gonna link a website that looks sort of like tumblr support and say you have to email them; or any variety of "you must now contact tumblr, here is how you contact tumblr."

whatever they send you, it Does Not lead to tumblr. it leads to the master zombie that bit them and inducted them into the ranks of the undead, and will bite you the second they have your email and password. i might be confusing zombies and vampires. anyway,

it's easier to fall for these messages because the blog doesn't LOOK like a bot blog, because it ISN'T a bot blog. it's a normal person's blog that got accessed by a bot, meaning the blog's content CLEARLY looks like a real active user when you click on it. and yes—it might even be a blog you already know. sometimes bots like this go down a blog's DMs or reblogs and message people they've previously interacted with.

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