Parabolic Curve

At first, they pleaded for me to be tolerant. I obliged.

Next, they requested that I accept. I acquiesced.

Then, they demanded that I include. But I learned to include is to convert. I did not want that, so I politely declined.

They insisted, refusing to take No for an answer. I stopped accepting.

They condemned me. I stopped tolerating.

Alien Invaders

I had another strange dream (nightmare) that a species of alien invaders initiate their attacks by first blurring and subsequently dissolving boundaries. They work in tandem with another alien species, who are draconian. The boundary-dissolving invaders attack the unjust authoritarianism in an attempt to convert their targets into willing allies. Then they use that momentum to question everything: all standards, all authority, all truths. It was like the rwo species played an alien version of good-cop, bad-cop.

False Dichotomies

I wanted to invest in some stocks. A stockbroker offered to sell me shares of mutual fund A or mutual fund B. He tried to keep me from learning more about the funds, but I found a way to research them anyway.

Both mutual funds had many companies that looked promising and that shared my values. But both funds also had junk bonds, penny stocks, and corporations that did not share my values (eg, defense contractors, tobacco, oil, large banks, big pharma, big agriculture, etc).

The stockbroker refused to sell me anything else. So I instead invested in worker cooperatives and corporations that served the public good.

Transphobic

I'm not transphobic. Phobic implies fear. I'm not afraid of trans; I oppose trans. It is more accurate to say I'm anti-trans. No, this does not make me a bad person or a bigot. That's an emotional manipulation tactic to try to seize the moral high ground and shut down dissent. The mere fact that opinions opposing trans are censored should he alarm enough to question the foundation of this faith.

Yes, it is a faith. Humans are immutably sexually dimorphic, just like all other mammals and most other animals. That means there are only two sexes and humans cannot change sex.

This scientific fact is denied by trans faith adherents, who claim that sex is either not binary or unimportant compared to gender. Gender are the social roles and expectations based upon sex within a cultural context. In other words, gender is built bottom up. But the trans cult claims the ephemeral gender can be whatever you want and completely independent of both biology and culture. Then they impose their social norma upon culture.

It reminds me of dualism and the split between idealism (Mind) and realism (Matter). The trans cult, like many religions emphasizes the ideal at the expense of the real. I am also  opposed to dualism, and specifically any which value Mind over Matter. I am also, unsurprisingly, an atheist.

Mostly it is men who want access to women's restrooms, locker rooms, sports, prisons, dating sites, and other single-sex spaces. They want to deconstruct sex and eliminate biological sex as a category in order to invade their spaces.

I hope this is just a stupid fad that dies soon. Their world is way too insane.

MMORPG

I had another strange, disturbing dream.

Virtual reality games had perfected realistic, believable experiences to such an extent that they were indistinguishable from "real" reality. In fact, players were subjected to a temporary amnesia when they spawned in these simulation reality worlds. It was like being born.

These games were Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Games (MMORPG), meaning you shared experiences in worlds with other players.

Some worlds were border regions between different paradigms. Ideologies, worldviews, beliefs, customs, values, norms, and mores clashed in these worlds. Different tribes vied to win new converts to their home worlds, thus expanding territory.

One tribe was a group of men (in real life) who liked to play women in the simulation reality MMORPGs. In fact, they played so much that they were confused as to who they really were. Their addiction to playing the simulation game, and in particular playing characters so unlike who they really are, caused a damaging mental illness.

Their tribe insisted that whatever character a person was currently playing was their true, authentic self. They enforced this rule with draconian measures that had severe side effects, to include delusions, derangements, and violent behavior that they tried to conceal. They were a people who were so used to deception as a way of life that they not only couldn't recognize truth, they didn't even believe in objective truth.

In the dream I actually owned several computer servers and the simulated reality worlds hosted on them. I "dropped in," suffering the customary amnesia, to investigate firsthand some of the problems that were reported to me in waking life.

I tried to talk sense to them and other troublesome tribes. (Another tribe, for instance, enslaved players and surreptitiously destroyed worlds, but tried to hide what they were doing by erasing memories just before players woke up).

Those who came to their senses and agreed to play by the rules I established for the worlds hosted on my computer servers were allowed to continue playing. Those who did not were permanently removed.

One of the rules was that men could only play men and women could only play women. That made some angry, but my worlds, my rules.

Lost Bet

I had another strange and disturbing dream.

At a private card game I cleaned house. The losers were broke and desperate. They kept trying to get me continue playing: best two out of three, best three out of five, best four out of seven, and so forth. But their luck (or skill) never improved. They simply dug a deeper and deeper hole from which they would never escape.

So then they tried to trick me. They offered me admission to a masquerade sex party with a glory hole. They didn't realize that I knew there were no females there; they were going to prostitute themselves, pretending to be female. There was no way I was going to attend their party, but I allowed them to go on and on because I was live streaming their admission. The whole world now knew how low they were willing to debase themselves.

Metamorphosizing Gondolas

I had a dream about a gondola ride. Not the narrow boats of Venice, but the suspended cable cars on mountains.

But this was no ordinary gondola. At the bottom a young boy and older woman, his mother, stepped in. As the gondola climbed, the boy got older and the woman got younger. By the time they reached the top, she was a young girl and he was an older man, her father. As they descended, the process reversed. He grew younger and she grew older.

They liked this ride. It suited them well and brought them to where they wanted to go.

There was another gondola ride nearby. In this one, your ethnicity changes as you ascend and descend. They liked this rude just fine, but not as much as the first one.

A third gondola nearby was different. In that ride you change from one sex to the other as you ascend and back again as you descend. They did not like this ride at all. The people who did like this ride kept trying to get them to ride it. They used force, deception, and manipulation. Their insistence caused the son-father and his spousal daughter-mother to hate the people who liked this particular ride. They had no one to blame but themselves.