The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy

Fragment 1: I was playing a minecraft mod that starts you off with only a set amount of chunks that are added onto by doing certain things. Meanwhile, someone was telling me about an incident they were involved in. I would give details if I could remember.

Fragment 2: Me and my mom were in the parking lot at a local shopping center when we saw the queen of England. Without even thinking, my mom started talking to her, invited her in the car, and we got in and started driving home. I put on a song from a Leprous/Rishloo album that doesn't exist. It had the opening riff from "Lovely Room" off of Rishloo's first album, but it was more distorted and droned throughout the entire track. The album featured a black album cover with dark blue markings to imitate a stone pattern. The song itself was pretty soft in tone. Eventually, I had to get out to clean the road because one of the neighbor's recycle bins had fallen over. It had the words "work smart and not hard" spray painted on it. I turned my head a little bit and saw my late dog Milo sniffing something. By this time, the queen was talking to my mom from our porch. I tried to call my mom's attention to the fact that our dead dog is outside right now, but she just wouldn't budge. My aunt did see, however, and I remarked about how odd it is that he's here and that he looks not a year older than when he died. I then told her, "You would've thought I would have this dream the night after he died-" I exclaimed YES under my breath at the realization that I had just become lucid. I looked at my right hand, as per tradition for me, and it was extremely messed up. Fingers were coming out of fingers in a tree-like fashion, and I only had two fingers that branched from my palm. I focused hard enough and it became more normal, although I was missing a finger. I tried getting that finger back, but I only got to halfway before I gave up. Some insignificant stuff that I can't remember happened, and then I woke up.

Fragment 1: I was browsing E621. It was kind of as if I was in VR as I was doing it because it was entirely enveloping my vision.

Fragment 2: I was at a store getting ready for a furmeet. Me and my mom happened to find ourselves in a more anarchist sector of a city and I was messing with VR on my phone, specifically NeosVR. Eventually, I joined in on creating graffiti with some anarchists in the store, doodling ACAB, the anarchy symbol, and other things. I saw one guy who was doodling something on a low shelf, had a brief conversation with him, and wanted to take a picture of his creation, which was abstract, featured jagged lines, and resembled a cityscape almost, although it was about the height and width of a square. Unfortunately, it was spraypainted over by some other guy, which caused the entire area's color to invert. We headed back home, and I saw the phrase "type III" on my wall somewhere, to which my mom commented on how fat my dog Rex is (He isn't really that fat, maybe a little chubby though).

I remember that the world was in ruin and I was messing with technology that honestly probably didn't help. It was a device that controlled your appearance on two scales: Your weight and how conventionally attractive you are. It worked, but it seemed to only control feminine features, although I remember some guy messing with it and getting masculine stuff to work. I remember using it on myself, turning the weight feature all the way down to the most skinny it could get, and seeing my nerd neck be extremely pronounced. When I turned the attractiveness scale down, I grew a pair of saggy tits and a poorly done beehive hairdo.

Something had sent me to go out and collect stray animals to put in a bag. I was walking through a neighborhood doing so when I realized that most of them were small black kittens, but when I looked down I saw my dog Rex, a fox terrier mix who is missing a front leg.

The second fragment involved Adventure Time characters, specifically Bonnie and Marceline. They were in a larger version of my house fighting each other because Bonnie was under some spell that turned her into a monolithic demon. Marceline undid the spell by quite literally worshiping herself, which caused her to first turn into something similar to the demon bat version of herself that's in the show and then a more pure form of demonic energy. This works out, she returns to normal, and I (while breaking the fourth wall) go and look for the cause. I saw a few things, but I remember a yearbook photo that showed the demon curse messing with other students. There was an equally douchey quote under it.

I was watching the series finale of Adventure Time after binging it for a week or three before I had these fragments. They ended the show so well and it was all so well done that it stuck with me as I was trying to go to sleep and even right now as I'm typing this. If you have the time, I highly recommend watching the show all the way through sometime. I think the most amazing thing is seeing something I used to watch when I was 6 or 7 evolve into something so in depth and interconnected and with such an interesting and deep lore as this.

Prior to what I can remember, me and some other DCs that made up my dream neighborhood were doing something kind of important. I believe I had just gotten back from somewhere. Either way, someone warned us of an incoming tornado. I quickly readied myself and rushed into the shed in my back yard as I saw the horrific monolith whirlwind of destruction heading towards us. Everyone in the neighborhood and Anton LaVey got in my shed, and as the tornado hit, two things happened:

A) LaVey exploded

B) I was teleported to Japan.

Upon my arrival to Japan, I found myself in a town square of some sort. It had a radially shaped multi-layered stone monument in the center that went up a few feet with some people on it. The first of those people resembled the dad from Ben 10. The second appeared to be his son, but not anyone from the Ben 10 universe. They were speaking Japanese, but could understand me well. Something told me that they were messing with me. The end of the dream is really vague, but I remember that I was in a totally different place singing a song about something silly.