WARNING: Graphic Sexual Content

I stepped outside of the place I was living in, some modern-styled residential facility with unique architecture. I headed toward a large outdoor concert venue, then decided to turn around and head back from where I’d started.  Seeing my place from a bit of distance helped me get more appreciation for its uniqueness; I noticed it had an orangish dome.  Concurrently, I heard something in cognition-audio about China or something Chinese.  Then I passed through a hallway which reminded me of the open ring shaped commons at my high school, and I noticed some tightly packed clusters of stuff on the ground, nondescript simple-shaped small items.  My first take on the clusters was that they were deliberately left lazily strewn-about as a type of playful mess-making done by some teenagers, but then I observed them more carefully and recognized them more as art than vandalism.  They were triangular and diamond prisms, actually, and the items inside were individually wrapped candies.  Off to the side I saw some flipped-over trays which gave me an immediate hypothesis about how the clusters were probably made– filling up the trays and quickly flipping them over like a pie or cake pan, then lifting…etc.  

Suddenly the hallway scene morphed into something more like a slight-angled, packed-earth river mound, with running water now on the right side, and several other people now casually walking around.  There also was an apparently slightly treacherous, mysterious animal now chasing me.  It was a rough cross of something like an eye-less head of the Little Shop of Horrors plant, mated to the body of a stuffed green caterpillar, about the size of a sea-lion, moving with a snake-like locomotion.  Its head had a corona of spikey triangular thorns.  It seemed more of a nuisance than an existential threat, commanding about as much respect you might give a Disney-esque animatronic blackberry bush. Not too difficult to avoid, but if totally disrespected, it might f you up a little.  The people I was with now seemed to acknowledge and reach agreement that it had to be dealt with somehow, but the hang-up was the issue of where to dispose of it.  I made a suggestion to toss it in the lake or river on the opposite side of the bank from where we stood.  The angled mound was actually a dome shape that met water on the other side, just over the hill from where we were.  A girl spoke up in protest, “But that’s my drinking water.” After some subsequent back-and-forth in the conversation, I saw that someone had already picked it up and pressed the cylindrical body together like an accordion, and we then agreed to toss it in the original stream, nearer to our current position.

As that was apparently now sorted, I walked further down the path, and noticed that the candy prisms were now containing a growing proportion of other things, including fresh fruit.  I decided to eat a piece of candy that was akin to a Rolo, a small peanut-butter cup sized milk chocolate with caramel, which oddly enough was not in an individually-wrapped package, just on the ground next to everything else.  I figured it was safe-enough.  I went a bit further and saw the proportion of fruit grow to almost 100%, mostly plums, peaches, and nectarines– I’m now curious whether they were all pitted fruits; not sure.  I picked up a nectarine and said “Oh, I love nectarines!” then discovered that it had whole-seed mustard spread on it, which I thought was quite strange.  (Bittersweet?)

There was a transition, and I suddenly arrived at a hotel which was large enough to accommodate events, conventions etc.  I popped into a room and saw a live ‘how-to’ porno demonstration going on, and also saw my childhood neighbor Marley, sitting in a chair against the back wall.  She certainly was not someone who I would have pegged for having interest in this type of thing.  The demo was about how to make all the in-and-out appear lively without it causing much actual arousal for the actors; this was to make it appear exciting for the audience, but allow them to make extended cuts, and/or accommodate the director’s desire to shoot from multiple angles, etc. Pro tricks of the trade.  The ‘trick’ in this case was to never make deep penetration.  Then I was invited to get a very up-close look at how they did this with a doggy-style position where the man stood and leaned forward, and the woman was on all-fours.  I then had a moment where I realized it was all just not ‘kid-friendly’ enough for my taste, given the context, so I went out the back door.  An attractive red-headed woman, who I suspected was part of that demo, but not too sure about that, was suddenly walking with me and subsequently sat down on my lap down a few steps perhaps, but it also felt like sitting in the stands in a stadium.  We had a brief conversation.  I think she made two comments I can recall specifically: 1) something about never having encountered a severe hardship in her life.  I thought of that as a potential ‘double-edged sword’ as both a positive in being free of scars leftover from trauma, but also a negative to not have ever been compelled to know her deepest values, drives, sources of motivation very intimately.  2) Then she said something about her being sure she’d make the perfect girlfriend for me.  I rated her around an 8, physically. She did seem genuinely keen on me. Maybe there was some potential.

There was a transition; suddenly I was in  a place that was like a concert hall, but I was back-stage.  The ‘deal’ was that there was going to be a night full of performances, like a variety show, and I was going to be the headlining act, which would be me singing John ‘Cougar’ Mellencamp hits.  Even though I was pretty vague on those lyrics, I felt optimistic about the act going fine, confident that I could manage, maybe by having the crowd help in spots.  There was something to do with 12’s. There was a hotel suite reserved for me on the 12th floor, and I was slotted in at 12 am on the set list.  I may have gone up briefly to check out that suite, but I turned back and fortunately saw the actual John Mellencamp, wearing sunglasses in the hotel lobby.  I felt relief that I wouldn’t have to carry the show, but also a little disappointment that I would no longer be the main-guy for this evening.

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