Just remembered that a big part of my dream last night was walking through this indoor zoo (which seemed to have been built in a rec centre change room), with a whole bunch of dog-sized spiders crawling all over each other in the display areas.
🥊🔥 When You've Got Believers: Give Your Goals 💯! 🔥🥇
🌟 Just had to share this epic video featuring the one and only Conor McGregor (@thenotoriousmma) 👊, where he drops some serious wisdom on the POWER of believing in yourself and going all-in for your dreams when others have your back! 💪👏
In this inspiring clip, Conor reminds us that when there are people who truly believe in us and are counting on us to succeed, it's our responsibility to give it our ALL! 🌟 Whether it's in the octagon 🏟️ or in the pursuit of our personal goals, their faith in us can be a game-changer. 🎯
💥 You've got to have those people that are pushing you forward, that are believing in you. And when you've got that belief, it gives you the confidence to take risks, to put yourself out there, and to truly give it everything you've got. 💥
These words hit deep, reminding us that success isn't just a solo journey, but a collective effort with those who have faith in our abilities. 🤝🌈 So let's embrace the challenge, the sweat, and the sacrifices, knowing that our triumphs will not only be ours but a celebration of the unwavering support from our believers! 🎉🙌
Tag someone who has been that guiding light in your journey, someone who has lifted you up and cheered you on when the going got tough! 👇 And together, let's raise our glasses to the power of belief and determination! 🥂💪
Still trying to wrap my head around the dream I had a couple nights ago.
I'm outside the retail store I do my second job at; some guy is climbing up the store with a zip-line to try and get away from this other ranting guy who's screaming obscenities at him. I know that - though I'll definitely regret it - I have to break this up. The other guy who was screaming obscenities suddenly becomes very cordial to me while the first guy escapes. This second guy has greying stubble and thick black sunglasses and dresses in a black hoodie and beanie with garishly-coloured board shorts and white socks with sandals. He asks politely if I want to see something cool.
He takes me down to the parking garage behind the retail part of the store and I follow him down an external stairwell - behind the store, overlooking from the stairwell, it seems to be in the sky, thousands of feet up, above the clouds. The sun is setting and the sky is golden. The stairwell ends after a couple flights to the top of another building, where some sort of garden is being maintained.
The man introduces me to his cheery, hospitable Texan wife, and then the two of them show me the death-cult/fight club they've founded. People are being cheered on to fight to the death in the well-maintained rooftop garden; the man's wife walks around with a casserole the crowd of spectators partakes in between cheering on the blood-sport. The man offers for me to join in, but I politely decline and leave. I have a surge of panic when I realize I don't know how to get out of here, but suddenly I'm in the store, trying to sign in in an all-white room.
My two co-workers try to strike up a conversation that I can't quite remember. They're Mulder and Scully. "Fuck!" I cry out; "I thought I had logged in already!" Our boss is suddenly on the other side of the glass behind the sign-in computer. He's Yoda in a Pharmaceutical outfit.
I end up talking about the cult to the three of them, trying to rationalize why I was late. Scully, understandably, wants to investigate the cult as soon as I've explained what I saw. Yoda discourages her; he goes into a long winding story about hubris and mortality that I suddenly envision as its own little film:
"At last, we've killed Yoda!" says a man on an alien planet to another man. "Finally, we have replaced Yoda with... the new Windows 7!" They hold up Blackberries, triumphant. The camera zooms out of the continent, out of the atmosphere, until we're seeing the planet, floating peacefully in space. It abruptly blows up.
I'm back at work. Yoda has finished telling the story to us. Mulder says something pithy, asking what the message of this story was.
And it’s hard to know if all of this is real
Late into the night I find myself
talking to somebody else
hoping that this moment never ends
cause you’re inside my head
I have six visual novels up on Steam, most of which are free. If you like visual novels, check them out!: https://store.steampowered.com/search/?developer=Conor%20Hehr
The 90's Played Videotapes by a Different Set of EVIL Rules. "V/H/S/94" reviewed! (Acorn Media International / Blu-ray)
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A police S.W.A.T. team raid a large warehouse where suspected drug storage and trafficking is being conducted. Tagging along a camera man for code of conduct review, what the team discovers inside is more alarming than a stash of street narcotics. The nearly empty warehouse is filled with gruesomely recorded VHS tapes, snowy television sets in every…
the potent combination of severe sleep deprivation + Conor’s solo lyrics melodies Voice = intensely erotic half lucid feverish dreams about current real life crush = pls let this dreamworld never end = oh god pls let me not make an ass of myself / get hurt in real life
I dreamed that I met Conor Mason and Dom Craik from nothing but thieves. We were at the train station, they were entering the elevator. No one talked to them or acknowledged them. So I just asked them if I could get a picture with them. They declined politely saying their meet & greet is next week in England (they named a city but I don't remember). I almost fell down out of the elevator, everyone in shock. When we were back at a designated floor I apologised for traumatising them by falling and told them it was great to meet them