Kudos to the low pressure system having still been hitting my town lately, I had another "beat down your ego" kind of depressing dream; except in this dream, I had enough of this thing's crap. I was basically continuing the previous dream, and this mysterious entity of indescribable form was berating me, insulting me, and basically announcing that it took everything from me, I am nothing without them, and I am nothing, and etc.
Apparently, that's when I dropped a logic bomb on them, and responded with something like, "If I'm nothing, then I divide myself by zero."; all kinds of crap went down (like reality shattering, and then converging into itself; and maybe a ROM Check Fail (reality glitching the fuck out) occurring in the process), apparently killing the thing, and keeping me alive at ground zero (maybe I equaled 1, or everything, as a result, and became something?), and my old crew got some sense back in them and returned as if it was a separate timeline (unaware; or a pod-people scenario). Now the real question, were they mind-screwed, or was I? Either which way, I'm rather ballsy and crafty when I feel I have nothing (left) to lose. Beware my suicidal tendencies, because I usually aim to have fun with what I know has a chance of killing me (I'm more a suicidally confident daredevil, than the depressed kind. Or if I fall too deep into depression, I roll-over the ticker until I am joyfully suicidal. I perform far better that way, and I oddly enough, have a high survival rate doing that. Couldn't say the same for the opponent/bystanders.). My wits remind me of how calm and confident I play certain games that yield insurmountable odds, and I still score pretty decently, despite it all. It's like charging after a bunker filled with machine guns, with a sword, and having the better odds of winning, regardless how utterly impractical it is to do (and no grenades either).
On the weather front, high pressures have returned, and I'm cheerful as ever again. I hate how the weather screws with my moods like that.