Should You Play Far Cry 6 With Your Boyfriend?

Should you play Far Cry 6 with your boyfriend?

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First-person co-op games are MY FAVORITE. Far Cry 6 is kinda bad though, but honestly that makes it better. Find out why on today’s stupidly try-hard episode of Girlfriend Reviews!


Trying To Copy A File Over The Network In Terminal

I slept for about three hours on the living room couch, I only recorded barely part of one dream, and later when I got in bed I had more dreams but I got awakened abruptly because of a dog fight outside that I had to go break up.

Someone’s dogs who had been running around the neighborhood since yesterday had gotten in our yard and started trying to attack the cats, and then one of them attacked my brother TDC’s dog Jack.

I had to get out of bed and go save the loose dog by picking Jack up in the air until he let go of the other dog, who was losing the fight to Jack, both dogs were okay other than a little bit of blood; and after several telephone calls the person who owns the loose dogs finally took them back home after letting them run around the neighborhood for over a day.

So I forgot most of my dreams except for barely part of one dream, and my sleep was ruined.

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that I was probably working at The BP Library at my IT Assistant job, and I was on a computer using terminal trying to copy a file over the network from one user to another.

The file was 2-sided and there were several other details about the file that I can not remember now, and I was probably trying to use SSH (Secure Shell) and the proper commands to copy the file from one user to another.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is that I was working at The BP Library helping a coworker, and at some point I noticed that automatic headphone jack port switching was not working.

I started to tell them about this, what we could do for now to deal with it until my coworker Mr. JM could figure it out, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr


Being President And Being Surveilled / Spied On And The FBI?

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I slept pretty good last night after doing some hard yard work on a job with my dad yesterday that left me with a few scars and some soreness, I woke up a few times during the night remembering my dreams, but I went back to sleep without voice recording them; and so I forgot all of my dreams from last night except for part of my last dream.

My last dream took place during the day in a nice quiet neighborhood where I lived, I was older now and I was a President, but I am not sure which country I was the President of (maybe I was The President Of The United States (USA) ); and when I had enough free time from my job as President I would go to my home to do chores around my house/yard, go through my mail/newspapers, relax, et cetera.

One day while I was at home a swarm/large number of probably federal agents (probably FBI) and maybe some intelligence agents and maybe agents from various branches/agencies surrounded my house and neighborhood, and they came to my door with a warrant/permit to search my house/yard and neighborhood; and so they started searching, and they started questioning me.

They found surveillance equipment (hidden spy cameras, bugs (covert listening devices), et cetera) in my house, in my yard, and so it was clear that someone had been/was spying on me; and so they started searching the entire neighborhood (yards and houses), and questioning everyone who lived in the neighborhood.

They continued questioning me in the basement of my house and they kept me there almost like a prisoner not allowing me to leave or walk around my own house, they claimed that it was for my safety, but I felt that they did not want me to see what they were doing in my house/yard/neighborhood because I felt that they were probably putting their own surveillance equipment around to spy on me as well.

They told me that they were also investigating trying to find out who has been spying on me and for how long, they told me that whoever it was that they had a complex and widespread surveillance network set up in and around my entire neighborhood (in yards, trees, bushes, houses, et cetera), and that they probably had watched/listened to almost everything that I ever did/done while at home/in my neighborhood/in my automobile during this time; and so they probably knew my normal everyday routine/et cetera, and they had surveillance equipment in probably every room of my house including the bathroom and my bedroom.

They even had surveillance equipment in my automobile, garage, et cetera so they were searching everywhere for more surveillance equipment in and around the entire neighborhood, so they had everything on lockdown while they searched, and journalists/the news media were starting to line up outside the security/lockdown perimeter/zone asking questions and recording video/audio.

Many of them wanted to know where I (The President) was and why was I not making any statements and why I was not being seen anywhere, their questions were not answered, and so rumors/conspiracy theories/et cetera started to spread as people tried to figure out what was going on.

I was wondering what was really going on as well, because at first it seemed that they were investigating me, but they did not find anything except that someone had been spying on me; but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr