I had a weird dream last night about this guy with some sort of machine/musical instrument powered by his farts. It sounded kind of like a tuba but had several tubes. He was ostracized by most of the community because they thought he was weird, except for the autistic girl who wasn't bothered by it and would play the violin to accompany him. She introduced this boy (maybe her friend?) to the man and they made a blood pact to go to the moon.
Then it cut to these guys taking a bunch of shipwreck victims to an island that was apparently owned by the fart musician and rented as a refugee camp to fund his inventions. On their way back one of the guys was laughing about how all the refugees only had SNES when he had a GBA with 4x the battery life.
Ranko saves the world
I had a nice dream last night that I was in a little tea cafe in a rustic village. Just as I was leaving to go to an appointment with someone I saw hataters with her phone(it had a cute purple and black checkered design case) taking a picture of the cafe as she entered, but since I was in a rush I didn't have a chance to say hi. A few hours later as I was leaving my appointment I checked this site and saw someone had posted a picture of the cafe and realized it was hatate from earlier. I then took a picture of a tiny purple and black checkered car that chen was driving down main street, and replied to Hatate's thread. After a few posts back and forth we decided to meet up somewhere in the town, but I woke up before we could meet.
I wonder what it means…