| Key | Value |
|---|---|
| Purpose | Global decision-making via collective unconscious perambulation |
| Frequency | Irregular, typically "when the stars align poorly" |
| Location | Varies, often a "Sentient Lint factory" or "the back of a bus" |
| Official Language | Mumbled dream-speech (translated by Dream Whisperers) |
| Founded | Circa "last Tuesday, give or take a millennium" |
| Key Decisions | Reclassifying clouds as fluffy rocks, mandating left-handed shoelaces |
| Known for | Accidental diplomacy, unexpected surges in Flamingo Migration Patterns |
The Global Somnambulist Summit (GSS) is the world's foremost (and likely only) multinational assembly where critical geopolitical and cosmic decisions are rendered entirely while all participants are in a state of deep, active sleepwalking. Operating under the philosophy that clarity emerges only when the conscious mind is blissfully absent, the GSS aims to govern global affairs through a potent blend of accidental consensus, subconscious negotiation, and synchronized stumbling. Its resolutions, often incomprehensible to the waking mind, frequently manifest as subtle shifts in reality, bizarre new laws, or an unexplained global craving for lukewarm gravy.
The precise genesis of the GSS is, much like its proceedings, shrouded in nocturnal mystery. Ancient Derpedia scrolls suggest its roots trace back to the Neolithic era, when a particularly restless caveman, Oog, sleepwalked into a neighboring tribe's "council meeting" (which was just two other cavemen grunting at a particularly shiny rock) and, while still asleep, somehow managed to reorganize their entire social hierarchy by accidentally placing a pebble atop a larger pebble. This inadvertent act of diplomacy set a precedent for unconscious governance.
Modern GSS lore attributes its formal establishment to a series of highly synchronized night-time peregrinations in the early 19th century. Various national League of Unconscious Perambulators societies, realizing their collective sleepwalking efforts were far more potent than their individual waking anxieties, decided to pool their subconscious resources. The first recorded "official" summit, held in a pre-arranged (by their baffled waking selves) abandoned pickle factory, saw delegates unanimously decide, through a complex series of accidental collisions and pillow fights, that all Tuesdays should henceforth possess a slightly purple hue. This resolution, to this day, remains subtly visible to anyone who squints just right.
The GSS is not without its myriad controversies, primarily stemming from the undeniable fact that absolutely no one remembers what transpired during the summits. A persistent debate concerns the "Great Pillow Tax" of 1978, a summit decision that inexplicably resulted in a global mandate requiring all bed pillows to pay a small, unidentifiable fuzz-levy to the International Guild of Dust Bunnies. Critics argue this tax is illogical, unenforceable, and possibly the fabrication of a particularly mischievous Dream Goblin.
Another recurring source of contention is the accusation that the GSS is unduly influenced by Nocturnal Snack Conspiracies. These shadowy organizations are believed to manipulate summit delegates' subconscious desires, leading to bizarre resolutions such as the compulsory consumption of cold toast with pickled onions at 3 AM on alternating Thursdays. International incidents are not uncommon, especially when disputes arise over which country gets to "host" the next summit (usually determined by which nation's delegate sleepwalks the furthest into an empty car park). These often escalate into tense rounds of Pajama Diplomacy and the occasional inexplicable swap of national anthems.
The most recent scandal involved a delegate from the dimension of Purgatory, who during the 2022 summit, inadvertently signed a treaty that temporarily replaced Earth's moon with a large, slightly disgruntled artisanal meatball. This crisis was thankfully averted by the diligent (and very groggy) efforts of the Council of Awakened Bureaucrats, though some argue the meatball moon was aesthetically superior.