Invidious

@yarensenalp5341

Now you need to collect your favorite bolt sounds

5 months ago | 552

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@AlvaroYamagami

Imagine the guy recognise geolocation based on unique rain sounds

5 months ago | 317

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@paultruist

oh no, he's memorized every single rain sound!!

5 months ago | 339

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@Wuzzy-qp9kn

"Sounds like Thai rain"

5 months ago | 151

@tamalexpert9212

“That proton looks Swedish” type of guy

5 months ago (edited) | 41

@Zezbee

This seems like the most rainbolt thing ever. “I can tell what room you are in because of the rain”

5 months ago | 3

@Crysox

"This droplet sounds polish"

5 months ago | 15

@poi-cd8yo

This is my most detailed dream. Does it correspond to a real place? I dreamed that I was going somewhere, so I took a bus. When I got on the bus, I noticed another bus behind us, and it seemed to have more people inside. Our bus arrived at a station, stopped for a while, and then went to the next station. On the way, the driver, for some reason of his own, asked the passengers to get off the bus early. No one among the passengers was angry, and I wasn’t angry either, but I was slightly tense about the possible anger from others. We walked back to the previous station. The road was almost straight, and though it took some time, the distance didn’t feel as long as it did on the bus. The sky was cloudy and somewhat gray, probably because it was evening. We passed some buildings, and the concrete surfaces of the buildings were covered with gray paint and bricks. Along the street, there were some messy small shops with brown dirt hanging from the signs. We waited for a while near the station, and the passengers were walking around. Another bus came, but it was very crowded, and I suspected that it was the bus I had seen earlier. I remarked to two people about how crowded that bus was, some people got off, and the bus left. Most of the passengers left, leaving only the two young men, both slightly overweight. I remember one was wearing a brown coat, unbuttoned at the chest, with a sweater made of thick gray yarn underneath. The gaps between the yarn of this type of sweater form holes so large that they are slightly noticeable. The other person was wearing black clothes. I noticed that the clouds were gray, but not dark enough to signal rain. There was a winding river nearby, and we were actually on a high riverbank, but the road had guardrails on both sides, like a bridge, except that the slope on the other side was just dirt. On the water side, the slope was covered with black square tiles, each tile having a square hole in the middle. The black, slightly smooth surface of the tiles shimmered with the light from the water on top. I felt as if I was trying to hide something, though I didn’t know exactly what. So I glanced around slightly, but since there was no one else except the two men, I relaxed. The person in black clothes seemed to have walked onto the black tiles from somewhere, then somehow came back and started talking to the other person. They talked about one of them running away from home, and from their conversation, I realized that the other person had also run away from home, and the one wearing the brown coat seemed to have left that morning. I immediately decided to stay with them, no matter where they went. I moved closer and listened carefully, and they seemed to notice I was listening. Their tone about running away seemed somewhat excited. I realized that, since no one else was around, no one would find out about what they were discussing. I also heard them strongly emphasizing to themselves that they didn’t want to seriously meet the study requirements. They continued talking, and I realized they knew each other, but only met every few days. I started talking to them, telling them that I noticed the sadness they felt about life, their slight fear of running away, and the self-dissolution of guilt in their tone, and I introduced myself. We talked, and they sat leaning together, and I sat near the middle of them. From the conversation, I found out that the one in the brown coat was 16, and the other one was probably around the same age. I also told them my age. I wanted to help them, so I patted the person in the brown coat on the back of his shoulder, then gently pressed both of their backs with my palms. They seemed happy with my presence beside them. From their conversation, I also realized that we were in a town. At some point, the person in black clothes went back to the black tiles. I moved closer to the guardrail to look at the surroundings more carefully. There were green hills nearby, and between the water and the hills was a town with gray buildings, probably the one they had mentioned. On the other side of the hill was another similar town. The black protective slope was relatively gentle, and its bottom was far from the water, so there seemed to be no reason to worry about the person. The person in black walked up from a slightly lower point than the top of the protective slope, which was the height of the road, but still in the upper part of the slope. He asked me to listen to the sound of the water and said that there was a sound coming from the bottom of the water. We talked a bit about the sound, and then the person on the slope walked back to the lower-than-us, still higher part of the slope. I asked for their contact information, and the person in black came up and gave me a phone number, which seemed like a mobile number. At that point, the person in the brown coat had also walked down to the slope. After I wrote down the first number, I saw the person in the brown coat standing on the right side of the other person, and I asked for his contact information. He told me a shorter phone number, something like “1374625s.”

2 months ago | 0