Bothersome Dream Log - 8/31/12

Okay, so… When this dream started (or perhaps the part where I became aware of the dream I was in started up), I was floating in outer space. There were a whole bunch of other people, though I wasn’t particularly aware of WHO they were. As we were floating, some “Holier Than Thou” voice just fucking went booming from out of nowhere (I think if I tried to match it up to anything, it’d have been Saya’s voice from BlazBlue [Not Noel’s, the Imperator’s])… I’m not sure WHAT it said, only that it, in fact, said stuff (Edit in: It was something about memories being abolished from this world) and then the sky flashed. In one of those weird “DRAMATIC VIDEO GAME MOMENT” type of things where they show a character doing something before a flashing background with the floating white beams of light, I saw Fuuka from Persona 3 as she was dying, and that screen she was in? It cracked, and the colors inverted on it.

After this, a pounding sensation went through my head, and next I knew I woke up in a meeting room of sorts, along with all these other unfamiliar people. Apparently her memory was erased from my life… And the first thing I say as this happens is something to the effect of “My past… Has been forever altered…”, apparently aware of the fact that something I shouldn’t have ever been aware of was removed from my life right then and there.

After that, some kind of flashback started happening… Apparently I was in a really stylized anime or some shit, and I ended up being the male protagonist (option, for Portable players) of Persona 3 or something… And I ended up going on some super depressing inner voice monologue or some shit; it wasn’t particularly vivid, but the images that were going on as I was talking were, and they were definitely related to it. The first that I can remember was during a dark night (as all nights should be), I was sitting on a bench, and the camera was going down my bare upper body, revealing my flesh that was distorted in an almost erosive manner, bloodied and with raw flesh exposed as if something just tore through me and the flesh surrounding it was corroded. After that, it scene changed to a lonely street, the dim streetlights flickering. A pile of sand, or dirt, or perhaps even salt, was lying in a dumpster, one of the two lids closed… Not sure which of the three it was, but I know that it was a fine substance (as opposed to being coarse… Texture-wise, not “Dat Ass” fine), and I was walking when my body suddenly dissolved into a pile of it. Afterwards, the dumpster’s lid burst open as bits and pieces of the substance, taking the form of my own hand and face, burst out from it, looking screamed and pained before dissolving back into the dumpster.

Scary visuals aside, the weird depressing monologue ends, it switched to a bright and cheery school scene, completely past and irrelevant to… I don’t remember much of the details of it, only that it was cliché anime school shit where everyone was wearing the uniforms and whatnot. Except for one person in the crowd I was hanging with. He was kinda on the heavy side, but only from the topside up. From the waist down he was just as twiggy in the stylized drawing (which was, like… I don’t think “Kids Next Door” level would be quite right, but I think it might be somewhat if you thought he was somewhat like Numbah 2.), but upwards he was KINDA chunky. He was also black, and had, like, this THING with his hair. Like, he had a small afro, and then it more or less “Snowmanned” with the puffball of black hair sticking out from opposite his jaw (Like the back of the top of his head), but I should probably shut up and get back to the story before my memory fades.

So this other nondescript guy appears, and he’s all like talking in that voice of the guy from the Boondocks who was all like “What’s REALLY good… NIGGAH?!?” when he was having his “Nigger Moment”, was it called? After being an obnoxious dick a bit, he asks if anyone from this group I’m in wants to take part in a ‘Manly Challenge’; the aforementioned black guy I mentioned before expresses interest in it, but we’re all like “No Way, Rammy! This guy’s a total flamer, and he’s using it as an excuse to make you do gay shit with him!” and stuff to that effect. (Yes, this is Ramiel Rammy. Most likely because I had always used to imagine him as this big black muscle guy who kicks ass in judo and secretly wants to become the little girl in the least creepy way imaginable.) This doesn’t stop Rammy from doing it anyway, and he agrees to this ‘manly challenge’.

What happens, and what the rules are, are pretty much amounting to a game of Chicken, where you have to tie ends of a measuring tape around your finger, and then use your tongue to wind it up around your finger and pull yourself as close to the other person’s lips as possible without making out. The way this happens, actually KIND OF looked cool, because it’s a damned anime, and you can make eating cereal look cool if you really wanted to. So they get to the point where their fingers are wrapped up in the measuring tape to the point where their fingers (and by effect, their lips) are right next to one another. Now, I’m not sure HOW this happened, but somewhere along the way those fingers turned into MY fingers. The other guy was all like “Keep spinning…”, and they proceeded to do so, and the last thing I remember before waking up was that the gay guy got super SUPER freaky about it, and I just felt his tongue and lips all over my fingers and it was just SO FUCKING DISGUSTING watching him do it and his saliva just felt EXCEPTIONALLY gross and disgusting and it was just putrid and horrid!