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#nightmare
I had a #nightmare #dream recently as well.
I dreamed of walking through the forest. The road was similar to the one near Okonek, where I walked last winter and that was filled with frozen ponds. Except this time it actually was cut off by a huge pond — probably a shallow one, but the size of small lake. I could hear more water running.
Where the road submerged into the water, there was a mattress lying on the ground — the kind you'd find on an old deckchair. For some reason I've laid down on it, perhaps I was trying to get a better angle for the photo, or it was just my sleep talking. And suddenly, the mattress started floating away.
Absurdly, I had hoped it wouldn't sink but instead carry me to the other shore, saving me from having to walk around it. However, eventually it did start to sink slowly, and I started worrying that I'm going to drown now — still lying down, not even considering the possibility of standing up. Just prior to waking up, it occurred to me that my bag and everything in it is getting soaked.
I had a #nightmare that I was back at #school, was doing great and then it turned out I haven't been reading books. Not a single one, while everyone was reading them, just nobody was talking about it so I forgot. Then it turned out I forgot to go to many other lessons because I'm an adult and I usually don't do that, but it's now too late to catch up and I have like a week to learn everything and read all the books. Terrifying.
Night guard at a rural cemetery wasn't exactly the job you were looking for, but these past six months have actually been great. Nice and quiet, nobody to bother you, decent pay!
Tonight's the same routine as ever: check all the gates are locked, quick sweep along the outer walls, note any signs of damage, walk your regular routes and watch out for anybody who shouldn't be there. Same old same old, but you don't mind, you like the familiarity.
Oh, someone’s left the lights on in the crypts again. Better turn them off. As you get closer, you hear sounds - muffled voices and footsteps. Great. They’d warned you about teenagers sneaking in for a dare. Heading down the stairs, you call out "Okay, fun's over. Time to go home".
No answer. You walk down one of the corridors. You can hear footsteps and voices ahead of you, so you speed up and turn the corner quickly. Nothing. Damn, these guys are fast.
"You're not in trouble. You just can't be in here now".
More mumbling and shuffling. You turn corner after corner for – what? – 20 minutes? Has the crypt always been this big? You decide if you leave the door open, they'll eventually go home. You try to retrace your steps, peering down corridors – you don't remember it looking like this before. Did you take a right or a left here? Don’t remember this dead end…
You realize that the voices and footsteps have stopped. There’s now complete silence. Then the lights go out. Pitch black. You start feeling your way along the walls.
The voices are back, but they’re no longer muffled.
"It's our turn to chase you."
And the footsteps are clearer too. And faster. Much faster.
#photography #amateurphotography #creepypasta #spooky #creepy #eerie #dark #moody #horror #crypt #bologna #italia #corridor #night #walk #nightshift #voices #cemetery #lost #liminalspace #backroom #italy #spookyvibes #scary #night #alone #nightmare #europe #story #scarystories #fiction
For me reading this post took about 10 minutes since I not only read but I also processed and checked references and I tooted about it immediately
It is quite sobering to read something this horrific happening in an Open Source project of this magnitude of volume
This is something you would expect in closed source not open source; it's like a shower with 0° degrees Celsius of water flowing over you 0° in the depth of the coldest Siberian winter
#openSUSE #Linux #POSIX #OpenSource #programming
#Deepin #frightmare #Infosec #nightmare #elmStreet
This is where the depth of the deception became clear
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The review of this component was also what led us to the discovery of the deepin-feature-enable whitelisting bypass, since we installed the full Deepin desktop environment for the first time in a long time, which triggered the “license agreement” dialog described above. After finding out about this, we decided that it was time to reassess the overall topic of Deepin in openSUSE based on our long-standing experiences.
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#openSUSE #Linux #POSIX #OpenSource #programming
#Deepin #WTF #frightmare #Infosec #nightmare #elmStreet
This part I screen capped for accentuation
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2024-08-29: deepin-api-proxy: D-Bus Service
After a longer time of standstill regarding Deepin reviews, a request for the addition of deepin-api-proxy arrived. This package greeted us with over two dozen D-Bus configuration files. Again, upstream’s description of what the component is supposed to do was very terse. From looking at the implementation we deduced that the proxy component seems to be related to the renaming of interfaces described in the previous section.
We found a design flaw in the proxy’s design which allowed a local root exploit. You can find the details in a dedicated blog post we published about this not too long ago.
It is noteworthy that the communication with upstream proved very difficult during the coordinated disclosure process we started for this finding. We did not get timely responses, which nearly led us to a one-sided publication of the report, until upstream finally expressed their wish to follow coordinated disclosure at the very last moment.
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I now have really seen it all The Good the Bad and the Ugly in Open Source programming
#openSUSE #Linux #POSIX #OpenSource #programming
#Deepin #WTF #frightmare #Infosec #nightmare #elmStreet
More excerpts
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Sadly the review of deepin-app-services was another chaotic case, one that is actually still unfinished. Even understanding the purpose of this D-Bus service was difficult, because there wasn’t really any design documentation or purpose description of the component. From looking at the D-Bus service implementation, we judged that it is a kind of system wide configuration store for Deepin. Contrary to most other Deepin D-Bus services, this one is not running as root but as a dedicated unprivileged service user.
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This reads like a horror novel but it's actually happening! Unbelievable how this has harmed a distro with many dedicated users!
https://security.opensuse.org/2025/05/07/deepin-desktop-removal.html
#openSUSE #Linux #POSIX #OpenSource #programming
#Deepin #wtf #frightmare #Infosec #nightmare #elmStreet
The Deepin frightmare
Excerpt from linked site
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After reviewing the main D-Bus service, we could not help ourselves but call it a security nightmare. The service methods were not only unauthenticated and thus accessible to all users in the system, but the D-Bus configuration file also allowed anybody to own the D-Bus service path on the system bus, which could lead to impersonation of the daemon. Among other issues, the D-Bus service allowed anybody in the system to create arbitrary new UNIX groups, add arbitrary users to arbitrary groups, set arbitrary users’ Samba passwords or overwrite almost any file on the system by invoking mkfs on them as root, leading to data loss and denial-of-service. The daemon did contain some Polkit authentication code, but it was all found in unused code paths; to top it all off, this code used the deprecated UnixProcess Polkit subject in an unsafe way, which would make it vulnerable to race conditions allowing authentication bypass, if it had been used.
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¿WTF?
https://security.opensuse.org/2025/05/07/deepin-desktop-removal.html
#openSUSE #Linux #POSIX #OpenSource #programming
#Deepin #WTF #frightmare #Infosec #nightmare #elmStreet
"Oneiric Hypnotherapy: Trouble sleeping? Resolved in just one session or your money back!".
The advert seemed a little too good to be true, but you were desperate.
The office is nice and welcoming, and the therapist seems professional. He's explained that he's been doing this for over 20 years and has helped numerous clients.
"So you can fix me in one session?"
"Yes. I have a perfect record. Nobody’s ever come back for a refund."
You settle down and begin the session. He tells you to imagine a comforting place for you – a beach, a pasture, your childhood home.
You find yourself in a moonlit field. An ominous hooded figure stands near a barren tree. "When the sun goes down..." it hisses at you.
You don't remember anything else, nor the hypnotherapist bringing you out of the trance.
"Alright, that's it, then. You're cured!"
"Really? That's it?"
"Oh, I've seen this many times before. The tree, the cloaked figure. All quite normal hallucinations."
"Wait, so others have seen this too?"
"Oh yes, but don't worry. Nobody has ever come back!"
"Have you seen them afterwards? Your clients?"
"Huh, now that you mention it, I don't think I have".
(The real horror story here was trying to put this photo together.
This is the most effort you're ever getting out of me. )#photography #amateurphotography #spookysaturday #creepypasta #spooky #creepy #eerie #dark #moody #horror #dream #tree #moon #field #figure #scary #fiction #story #blackandwhite #monochrome #alberi #luna #spookyvibes #nightmare #scarystory #prato #monster
You don't remember entering the raffle but the kind old woman, Gwendolyn, on the phone assured you you had. How else would she have your details? You had been hesitant at first but she explained everything to you - the history of the island and its castle - all off-grid except for one ancient landline in the kitchen. How it was used by her family as private hunting grounds, the transportation there by ferry and bringing supplies for the weekend, - by the end it was like talking to an old friend and you just couldn't say no.
The crossing there was interesting. Was it seasickness or was the uneasy feeling coming from the ferryman? He wouldn't look you in the eye and spent all his time muttering under his breath, ignoring you. Was he praying? "Bring another one"? Huh?
At least the castle was comfortable. Exploring the island, finally having some peace and quiet after all these hard months was much needed.
Sunday evening, the landline rings.
"I'm sorry dear but the ferry isn't coming for a while"
You inquire if that means a few hours or tomorrow.
"... I'm sorry dear but the ferry isn't coming."
You are confused.
"We still use it as hunting grounds, you know."
The line goes dead.
#photography #amateurphotography
#spookysaturday #creepypasta #spooky #creepy #eerie #dark #moody #horror #cliffs #island #ferry #sea #water #light #italy #italia #ireland #castle #explore #travel #spookyvibes #scary #night #alone #nightmare #europe #story #scarystories #fiction #evening
Politics had totally changed, instead of having politicians, you only had puppets for the big tech companies: all those puppets did, was make sure that it's companies kept getting more financially powerful, and kept getting even more invasive, as if that were even possible
I mean they were a literally up your digestive track already, all the way to your spinkster.
Don't let me talk about flying; it takes you literally 72 hours to book a ticke; 8 hours a day you have to follow those dreadful procedures of which 90% is just ads, to finally get the seat booked with six screens pointed at you only bombarding you with advertisements.
Trains were even worse; Walls of screens, almost no place to sit, let alone sit comfortably.
In busses they left you alone, but what they did, is make the bus almost totally transparent and make sure that all the of the massive screens at the buildings were pointing at you, giving out all your personal information for everyone else to see, including your menstrual cycle, the size of your prostate, and everything else that's supposed to be medically sealed, just to show you walls and walls of advertisements regarding those medical status parameters.
And do not think that when you're finally at home sleeping, away from your dreadful job, and asleep that you sleep cycle was normal
Remember those devices that implanted in you at Birth? Those devices injected at advertisements in your dreams making your sleep horrific and tiring.
Suicide rates were skyrocketing; it was normal to lose a friend every month who succumbed to suicide because of the horrific carpet bombing advertisements raids. There were more psychiatrists than regular physicians. Funeral parlors were the only places where business was booming for the private sector, owned by fairly regular people.
Mercedes-Benz almost exclusively made funeral cars because that's what's sold the most and the best and asked for the most, by those who could still afford cars
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I've just woken up from a horrific IT Nightmare.
Only commercial companies were providing services on the internet, Open Source did not exist, Linus Torvalds was never born, Netscape has never come into fruition.
Every website you went to you have to go through 12 pages of advertisements bombarding you with all the flashes all the sounds and even even HTML5 did not exist everything was Flash!
There are only two browsers available Google Chrome and Microsoft Internet Explorer. Browser extensions were non-existent; everybody went on the internet like a drone and endured the horrific bombardment of advertisements like carpet bombs falling on your mind, as if you were in Vietnam, getting bombarded by The Enemy Flying B-52 fortresses.
All the Services constantly changed their end-user license agreement, your mobile devices had eight cameras pointed at you and none to the outside world. Those devices also had seven microphones of which the worst was used for you to talk into with your people and Friends, the six others were used to listen to you environment and sent everything outside.
Tracking devices were planted in your body at Birth, you are constantly itching because of all those devices in your system, giving you skin irritation and making your complexion like that of sandpaper.
Even going outside in your garden was horrific, micro drones were constantly following you, listening and looking at everything you do, even if you don't have any mobile devices on you.
Stores were even worse, everything you bought had tracking and tracing, even The Food you ate had tracking, and traces were going to your digestive track all the way to the toilet.
And while you were sitting there you had to endure advertisements for every time you use the toilet.
There were 12 financially Rich families on the planet everyone else was economic slave.
All religions were converted to advertisement bombardment Systems and to subjugation of people to Ads
^Z
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@Remittancegirl The American #Dream has become the American #Nightmare thanks to Trump and not wholly American Musk.
@wendynather SPARC workstations caused some serious trauma! I wonder if therapists specialize in that…
Seriously, though, I do have dreams like that sometimes. Can’t move. Can’t scream. Can’t stop. Thankfully I have a decent dose of other ones to make up for them.
@GottaLaff All these sudden job cuts are going to make the lives of many absolute hell. Thanks to the Trump and Musk approach, finding alternative employment won’t be that easy. And people without work reduce consumption further fuelling recession. #nightmare
Découvrez les paroles de la chanson “Nightmare” de Avenged Sevenfold
#AvengedSevenfold #Nightmare
https://daletra.art/avenged-sevenfold/paroles/nightmare.html