WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT; DISTURBING CONTENT

The first thing I recall is observing a video game sequence which was a lot like the original Sonic the Hedgehog bonus levels, which were accessed by jumping through the giant golden ring at the end of some individual stages.  Access to the level had to be earned, and the goal while inside was to collect coins and get to the ‘chaos emerald’.  I watched the character in this scene bounce like a ball in this spinning world where the ‘physics’ were not intuitive.  There was a slew of easy-pickings immediately upon entry, but then the rest were tougher to retrieve and required skill and technique.  I could recognize the challenge of directing the guy carefully as he approached the rails, attempting to move parallel to the wall to get the coins in a single row– but without touching the wall, because that would lead to being repelled away.  This particular player did the job quite well.

Then suddenly I was in a more physical reality, and I entered into an area like an arcade, which I believed was going to be very similar to the video game I had just watched.  Just like the game, right as I entered I captured a bunch of coins straight away.  In this case, however, they were physical tokens; in my mind they were each worth about $5, and I had a large stack of them.  Also unlike the game though, the coins did not just get magically absorbed or collected once they were touched, so I felt the desire to ‘internalize’ them somehow.  Trying to carry-on the video game theme, I unbuttoned my shirt and slid my roll of coins inside the gap in the cloth.  I’m not sure exactly whether it ‘worked’ completely, but some coins disappeared without just falling on the ground, so I was at least minimally satisfied.

The next thing I focused on was to tally the credits I had accumulated.  I saw some red digital display that said something like 11.25 or 12.75, and it also showed the tally of some other guy there which seemed to be around the same amount.  I felt slight disappointment that the roll hadn’t added up to more, and a bit of wanting to have more than the other guy, but it just was-what-it-was.  I decided to buy my mom a bottle of red Gatorade.

From there, I went outside and was soon in the company of my mom and ex-girlfriend, Caroline.  We had the plan to hike up a trail to some janky Asian family-run amusement park.  We started walking along the paved path with a pretty gradual incline.  It was green all around us, like a park in a low-density residential area.  I remember imagining where we were headed was something akin to Oaks Park in the Portland, OR area, but not quite as nice.  Unlike Oaks Park which was more centrally located, this place was somewhat more in the ‘hinterland’, tucked away in the hills behind a residential area.  On the way I tried to recall if/when Caroline and I had been there before.  For sure it was already familiar; in my mind we had perhaps gone on some rides before, but that was the extent of my memory about it.  As we walked it was unclear exactly where it was, since before we had perhaps gotten there by car and used a different entrance.  Suddenly the path got steeper, and I wondered if perhaps it might get too strenuous or intense for my mom, but she managed well-enough.  In this steep section it seemed like her stride was a bit more of a rocking motion with a wider stance than normal, but it wasn’t overly laborious or unbalanced.  Then we soon approached some wooden steps and I said “This is it.”  There were only a few steps, then it opened to an indoor/outdoor deck or patio.

Once we were up there things started getting weird.  It was like some kind of organized ‘thing’ was happening, but there wasn’t anyone explaining anything or giving any indicator/directions/explanations, etc.  In the background I saw some video playing on the wall of what appeared to be a guy giving another guy a blowjob.  There was a big, chubby, burly, bearded dude who reminded me of a Night’s Watchman from Game of Thrones, wearing some light armor over some fur clothing.  The guy on his knees had his back to the camera, so he wasn’t as easily described; he was similarly dressed, but smaller in stature, with blond or that gray-blond hair, and a clean-shaved face.  After the smaller guy grabbed the big dude’s dick and put it in his mouth briefly, he backed off it, then the dude’s dick looked like the head of a dog.

Then suddenly the focus shifted to something Caroline had to do in order to qualify or participate in this whole thing– which aroused my suspicion that this place was less like an amusement park and more like a cult.  Basically, her butthole had to be evaluated by some guy whose job it was to check these things.  She had her pants off, and was naked except for a medieval-style piece of triangle-shaped cloth draped over her genitals as a token of privacy– in an ass-up, bent-over position.  So the guy did a kind of routine to check the skin around there, or what-have-you.  It was one of those things where I didn’t really want to look because I thought it was absurd and felt inappropriate, especially as a kind of initiation process (what kind of crazy cult is this??!), but at the same time I also wanted to witness the extent of the procedure to see whether any major violations happened– such as if the guy put his face in there suddenly or went for some penetration.  The visual perspective for me, even though I was off to the side, was in this checker’s position, so it was like her stuff was also front-and-center for me.  The checker did two more things: 1) He cinched and pulled up some green fabric, effectively giving her a wedgie; then 2) He took a smooth silver rod and pressed it vertically into the spot between her tailbone and asshole, such that the tip was just barely inside of her, then he quickly tilted the top forward so it ‘popped’ out.  Caroline gave a quick little yelp like she wasn’t expecting that odd sensation, but also wasn’t hurt, angry, nor upset.

Once she stood up and started walking away, like OK glad that’s over with, a 20-something guy tried to engage her in a conversation.  It was like he thought he knew everything about women’s anatomy.  He wanted to know how a woman could ever feel like a five-inch penis was not enough.  He was standoffish, like a young Bill O’Reilly, perhaps– “Anything beyond five inches is unnecessary.  Tell me I’m wrong!”  She didn’t directly refute him so much as just say something like “I dunno, I guess we’re all a bit different,” or “Different ladies like different things,” where she didn’t elaborate, but apparently did not consider herself inside the group of women in this guy’s mind.  For me, as someone who had intimate knowledge of her personal preferences (recalling one particular matter-of-fact post-’relations’ utterance of satisfaction, “Yeah, uh, size matters.” (-;  ), it was just a bit comical.

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