Entry #3114.XI.2024
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I was in Minecraft's End dimension with a bunch of people important to me from my life, including some of my current friends, their partners, one of my previous partners, and Caithe.
I was flying around with a chunk destroyer (a modded block) to remove the End's terrain, piping the blocks collected to a storage system. For some reason i was getting a lot of burgers from some ore and also a ton of yellowy liquid called chorus oil. I also got a special scroll which dropped from the end portal block, which was "ideally elastic, inextensible, unable to be torn" like those ropes from physics problems. I don't remember the actual contents of the scroll, but it was supposed to be a first entry in a series of written works.
When i was almost done with chunk destroying, someone created a large floating pillow - round, white, with a stitch pattern to it like it was a giant flower - and then one of my friends scooted it a bit to line up with the center (the bedrock fountain) with a spell. We all sat on this pillow; i suggested we start an orgy, and mots people wanted to participate! :D
II
I was visiting a book store while having a large english dictionary of my own in my backpack. I ended up not buying anything, but on my way out a cashier stopped me, checked my bag and started to investigate if that book can be from the store.
Instead of just scanning it, she started checking all the covers and endpapers for clues. She found an inscription that it was printed in 2012 and supposedly in Argentina (though I knew it was printed in Russia). At that point i suggested to just look it up in her system using the ISBN number and even sugested to message her the number over Whatsapp, but she somehow misunderstood my suggestion as "let's call to Argentina". When i finally was able to explain my thought, she, after some pthinking, got up and brough a book from the shop with the exact same number, but three times thinner; this was a special edition reprint of the very first edition of the dictionary in 1890, with photos of original, yellowy pages being printed on each page. I was like "these books are obviously different!"
Continuing to look, she found exempts in Spanish in my edition and found it suspitious that this Spanish didn't contain any latin-american Spanish signs with the whole "printed in Argentina"; i in return showed her exempts in Russian in the same book. After some more time we found a true inscription on the back endpaper that this book was really printed in Russia, in some mathematical publishing house named after Lenin; the cashier was like "well, we collaborated with this publisher in the past, we have some of their books".
III
I once again was in Minecraft and accepted a teleport request my ex sent me years ago when we were still dating.
I initially found myself in an underground cage with no exit and thought it was a trap, but eventually found a hidden modded elevator block (the one where you jump/crouch to teleport up and down). This led me to the exit, which was to a sunlit gallery of cages containing all the mobs in the game.
I started walking up and down the gallery checking out. The cages were stacked three layers up, and each next layer was shorter than the last. On the left side there were first vanilla mobs, then modded ones, i remember especially a selection of rusty robot-like mobs which were supposed to be biome-specific hostile mobs with a wither-like but one-headed boss to go with them, located next to the real wither boss. Then there was a selection of high-resolution humanoid models from some videogame (certainly not Minecraft), all standing frozen. There were two models among them who were supposed to be a gay couple in the original game, one looking like Tom Hiddleston's Loki with shoulder length dark hair, another with a similar skintone and of similar height but with yellowy light hair and more muscle.
The right side first had a selection of non-mob entites like boats and tridents, then block entities (chests, beds, barrels), and then morphed into a supermarket stall with meat products (sausages, salami, mashed tuna etc.) and i started hearing a narrated story of some guy named Shinkalo who was a butcher's son and got this name for masterfully cutting all cooking ingredients; i was constantly anxiously expecting the story to turn dark and the guy to start stabbing living beings but that never happened.