I remember some of my dreams but not most of them. And many of my dreams don’t have any particular emotion associated with them. When they do have emotion associated with them, some of them are positive and some of them are negative; but often I don’t notice the emotion until I wake up. I’ve had a couple of dreams that scared me after I woke up, but I wasn’t scared while I was dreaming them.
90% of my dreams annoy me.
I’d be fine to never dream again.
Or, maybe just once a year, on my birthday.
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I don’t remember many dreams. Most of them are emotionally neutral. So i wasn’t really sure how to answer the question. The literal answer is that very few of them are happy, but happy is, i think, as common as unhappy.
I took “happy” to mean “generally positive.” I enjoy my dreams, so happy. Feeling happy within the dream is rarer, but that’s not how I read the question.
I’d argue that the peaceful death of either candidate would be a huge boost to their own party and big damage to the other party. This election is two unpopular candidates who are saddled by the weight of age-cognitive-decline and whichever party can get in a fresh young candidate would get to play the age card strongly against the other side.
As for my dreams, they’re usually slightly more negative than positive, often involving me being chased or having some sort of assignment or burden to complete.
I never attended a nationally covered trial, but i was a grand juror for a group of cases that made the front page of the NYT as well as several follow-up articles. We indicted several police officers who were subsequently found guilty of “allegations of police misconduct in the 30th precinct”. They beat people up, robbed people, and sold a lot of crack cocaine (to dealers. They got the crack from other dealers.)
Thanks to cannabis, I either do not dream or I do not remember my dreams. When I stop cannabis cold turkey for a tolerance break, I experience crazy dreams that I wake up remembering. There are dreams I still contemplate from a tolerance break 5 years ago.
I often attend trials, famous or otherwise, out of personal interest. The most recent famous one I attended was that of the serial killer nurse Lucy Letby. She was charged with the murder or attempted murder of 18 newborn babies in her hospital’s neonatal unit. She was convicted on 15 counts and got a life sentence.
My dreams are just weird. Not usually happy or unhappy (unless I’m under a lot of personal stress) - just weird.
And I’m okay with that.
I’ve been called for jury duty a couple of times, but both times they filled the jury box before they got to me. So I’ve been in the courtrooms during part of the procedure, but not during the actual trials.
In 8th grade, my class took a field trip to the courthouse and sat in on a few trials. The most memorable was a man who was defending himself and was questioning himself when we came in. He seemed delighted to have an audience and seemed to be hamming it up for us. The prosecutor was unamused and objected frequently. We ran into the defendent a couple times as we moved around the courthouse and every time he saw us, he smiled broadly and said “Hiiii! 
” like we were all old friends.
I was also a juror one time. I was the foreperson which was a good experience, but we ended up being a hung jury so I didn’t read the verdict.
I suppose I was technically a defendant when I had to show up in court to plead guilty and pay a $50 fine. Not sure why I couldn’t have mailed it in.
I don’t count that as a trial.
I’ve never been picked for a trial jury. I did serve on a grand jury, but that’s not a trial.
Nothing personal! It was just frustration and venting.
As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve served on a lot of juries. I used to get called for jury service every two years or so when I was working. Since even the farther courthouses were about half my daily commute, it was a little mini-vacation for me. My first jury service was when I was 18, and we had to be there for an entire month, regardless of whether we’d been on a trial or not. I actually was on three juries during that month. One was Assault. We completed deliberation. One of the other jurors on that panel was Henry Mancini’s wife Ginny. Nice lady. Another was a DWI where I was the alternate. The defense atty tried to get me to admit that I’d talked about the trial to get his very red-nosed client a mistrial. I mumbled something to get him to stop pestering me, and I ended up having to talk the judge. It was not a problem for me, but I have a suspicion it was a problem for the atty. Oh, and Sonny and Cher got their final divorce decree in that courthouse when I was there. Lots of papparazzi that day.
No other jury service was as eventful, but service became something that you often didn’t have to go in for. You just called in. I did go to DTLA numerous times to Superior Court. One time we found a defendant guilty, and the defense atty came after us afterwards yelling about it being a three-strike trial and what bad people we were. Of course, you never know when it’s a three-strike trial, so WTF? Another three-strike trial was really sad. Poor guy had been a drug addict with a history of minor petty theft. He’d totally turned his life around and gotten clean. He gave in to the temptation of a befuddled Sears clerk and was arrested. I felt for him.
I was technically a defendant once, as I had to go to traffic court for a moving violation. 30 seconds in front of a judge, had to pay a fine.
I served as a juror once, on a three-day trial (DUI and resisting arrest). It was an interesting case, including what appeared to be some significant attempts by the police to tack charges onto the guy (who probably wasn’t even actually the one behind the wheel).
For monopoly, I picked WTF auctions, but I do know that they have forced auctions when you land on a space, which we never did.
Same here – traffic ticket, went to court, was respectful to the judge, got traffic school. It wasn’t clear to me this was covered by that poll.
I was a juror in a civil trial involving a man with comorbid drug addiction and traumatic brain injury. The insurance company didn’t want to pay for a dual treatment facility because of the drugs. It was an interesting case. The guy won.
I was put on the witness stand when I was abused as a young child, aged 2-3. I don’t remember a lot about being on the stand, except slobbering all over the microphone, and something about my birthday. They wanted to know if it happened before or after my birthday and this was so important that I remember it forty years later. I was told the defendant pled guilty, so I’m guessing this was a sentencing hearing? He went to prison for sure.
I have no other memory of that process and it’s probably for the best. According to my Mom, when I was on the stand, I looked up at the man who had abused me and said, “Hi, [abuser]! I love you!”
The worst part of that story is that for years after, because I had no memory of it, I assumed I had lied and ruined my mother’s marriage. It wasn’t until I was eight or nine that I finally “confessed,” and she was still sane back then so she said, “No, actually, children don’t remember things that far back, generally. Also he confessed to me and that’s how I found out. Also you knew details that you could not possibly have known if you weren’t abused. Also, he pled guilty.”
I wish that sane person still existed.
I checked WTF auctions, but I think we were all aware the rules called for them. I suspect we ignored that part because that was how we were first taught the game (by other people telling us what to do, not by reading the rules). And also, probably, because who wants to go to that much trouble?
People who want to finish the game in under four hours.
I had to forbid the playing of Monopoly at one point. It was more of a fight generator than a game.
I’ve never been a juror. The furthest I made it was voir dire for some civil case involving a car accident. I didn’t get picked.