I am standing on a balcony viewing a street. The architecture-style is that of a suburb in Spain, with a slight touch of modernism. I see only Chinese people walking down this road. Suddenly, there is a commotion. A person is being attacked by what looks like an elephant. This, whilst the people around keep walking in one direction without seeming bothered by the situation. The attacked person ends up in a pile of gore and blood. The elephant disappears. Then, a person starts running around stabbing some people. More blood on the street. The people keep walking. Someone draws a knife and slits his own throat. As time went on, more and more deaths occurred in various ways. The street is now unrecognisable - the people walking are submerged in a river of blood and gore to their chests. There is a person mutilating the body of a dead woman. Yet, despite all this, they continue to walk. I wake up.
Me and someone else were on a ship of some sort, or at least that's what it seemed like. Outside of the windows, it was pitch black nothingness and inside it was a postmodern apartment. Me and this other person were on a date and he seemed really hesitant and flat out denied an opportunity to meet his dad, an older Jewish/Italian man who was quite eccentric. He'd laugh to himself about something and then refuse to tell us what was so funny, but eventually I started to notice things disappearing, such as a lot of the apartment save for a bedroom and a narrow corner hallway that leads out of it, and I got really terrified. Eventually it got urgent for me and I asked him once more as my date looked at us from across the room. His father said "fine! You wanna know what's so funny? Here's what's so funny," grabbed my shoulders, looked me in the eyes and said "love is a bug!!!" And despite his apparent madness I could tell he was more right than anyone could possibly be. All I could do was laugh hysterically as my date said "he's being deleted right now. Don't take him too seriously". I watched him laugh to himself and melt and after a while so did me and my date. The last thing I saw was the ceiling as I imagined a meme of this scenario. The last thing I felt was my date's ooze against mine, and once I closed my eyes I felt my body dematerialize into the void it came from.
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