JonBingus

My first memory in this dream starts off so innocently. I'm playing a game with some younger kids, kind of like red rover, but instead of everyone just a few kids are selected to go to the middle line, brace on each other, and then start pushing to see who can topple who over. I was volunteered to go up, but of course there was no contest due to my weight and strength. I half heartedly participated, then went back to find my friends.I didn't actually know if I had any friends here, but I soon found them. It was a few guys I don't know, as well as Galen and Raivo. We were in some group together. I pulled out my phone and went on instagram. I saw that this weird feature was turned on that posted the same or similar post every day and asked all of my followers to vote on it to help me decide something. The post itself though made no sense and the whole thing was just too pushy and weird and I knew I turned it on by accident. When disabling the thing, it instead set up something called a "Quest", where it would track my life progress, and on the day that I was no longer in the frat it would post some long emotional thing about how it had come to an end. So, a frat, that's what this was. I put my phone down, and Galen and Raivo are with me. Galen checks his phone. "Dude, sick quest. I'm excited to see it come to an end."

Weird thing to say, hoping the frat ends already.

Suddenly an annoucement come on, seemingly booming all around us. "GENTLEMEN'S FRATERNITY HAS WON THE CONTEST OF CENTURY!!!!!"

And there you have it. Some eternal conflict, probably started on some dumb bet a hundred years ago has finally come to its conclusion. And I'm on the winning team. Men must ahve lived and died hoping to see this and here I am plopped in the middle. We go to check out the ceremony, but I look down at my clothes. I'm wearing my grey poli shirt with the white horizontal stripes from when I was a kid. It is massive on me, past my waist and more like a drape or a dress than a shirt. I realize that this is the qeight of my childhood insecurities about my body, and say out loud, "thank god old habits can die."

I go to the frat house to change. It is basically a normal frat house but the roof is glass which is cool. I find my Steamwhistle duffel bag in there and start trying on clothes. For some reason, my jacket is absolutely covered in ketchup, as if a mcdonalds dispenser exploded on it. I put it down and look around the room, and then put on some skinny jeans and a tight shirt for the big ceremony. I look down, and somehow the ketchup has thickly soaked into my crotch. I fucking put the jacket down right on my bag of stuff. All my pants are ruined. I go to wash the ketchup from me outside, but suddenly all my buddies are rushing past me.


Some guy called us over to go to his house. I entered in through the Foyer, then took a left and went down a long hall. The room opened up to the kitchen on the left, dining room on the right, and patio ahead of me. Just like Tom's house, but a few $million more extravagent. I went on the balcony, and everyone was out back casting fishing rods. I had one in my hands, an old rickety thing, and tried casting it for some time. I couldn't manage to get a single good cast without snagging myself, a buddy, or a bush with the lure. I didn't understand it anyway since they were all just casting into the backyard anyway. When I went back inside, the guy who owned the place (bob saget) was hanging in the kitchen. He started coaching me on fishing, and after a while I got comfy with it. Then, I knew it was time for the ceremony.

I had not reached the place yet, when I heard another loud noise. Suddenly, that booming annoucner voice spoke quieter than the boom, yet in an epic tone, directly to me. He told me how the ceremony was ruined somehow, and that my fraternity had failed to be crowned the winner. Knowing that there would never be a chance to regain that potential glory, all of the members sprang into action. Now, as the narrator told me these things, I could see them play out in front of me, as if in the animus.

The first thing to happen was the crown leader of the fraternity. He locked his head in a small cage against a wall, and allowed a mob of plebians to smash his body to shreds. Following suit, all members of the fraternity did the same. Locking their heads in these square, helmet sized black cages and allowing their bodies to go to absolutley fucked up fates. One woman locked up each foot in one in a splits position, and then the rock that she sat upon was split in two, tearing her body in two clean down the middle. This is honestly the goriest dream I've ever had, it was so fucked up and all of it being voluntary, over some stupid little honor game that the subjects didn't even fully understand was just sickening.

Eventually the fervor died down, and the narrator continue on about the historical impact of this event and how Thomas Jefferson wrote about it and all this weird shit. I think this bit where the event was disconnected in time from myself was what allowed everything to just revert to it's natural state.

I went back to hang at bob saget's place, when his wife walked in.....I can't adequately describe her in this. She was almost short, maybe 5'8". She had flowing, chestnut blonde locks and deep brown eyes. Her skin was just ever so slightly tanned, to the point that race was impossible to distinguish. Her figure was perfect for her height, curvy in all the right places but I mean real curves here, in and out. On top of that, she was wearing very tight clothing and a warm smile. I never bother to describe people in my dreams like this but I honestly never want to forget this girl, in case I meet the real girl again who she must be based from in my subconscious.

She came up to introduce herself to me. Standing at the edge of the kitchen, she entered a gentle embrace with me. "It's so nice to meet you!" She smiled even brighter and put me in a tight hug. When I went to back out, she just continued her light embrace and stared in my eyes. Holy hell. So this is what being captured in a gaze feels like, no wonder it's been working so well for me IRL. She keeps staring at me and starts speaking, I don't know what about but I would never dedicate enogh of my mind to understanding it when I could just drink this in. As she spoke, she guided me around the kitchen. Her husband was gone. She continued talking to me with this warm voice full of passion, looking right into me eyes. Slowly, her face got closer and closer to mine. Soon enough, with every word her lips brushed mine. But I know he is still somewhere here. The intensity grows stronger, I am backed into the corner of the room now, her body pressed firmly against mine, lips riding the edge of infidelity.

I kiss her.

And I immediately realise I've failed the test. She continues her speech for a few more lines, then breaks off and backs away, still staring. In her eyes, I can read it.
"He is still a boy."
Had I resisted the temptation, understood the stakes, there was so much more than just a kiss in it for me. I'll have to keep this lesson in mind in my waking life.

I went away from the house, which felt empty after what just happened. Outside I found an area with high tables and picnic benches. There was a guy and girl at a high table sorting hops out. Some was finely gorund and some was in bud form, and I realized from their chat that they were dividing up the hops for brewing. The guy decided to cheat and put too little out of laziness, so I smacked his batch and ruined the whole thing. I gave him a lecture about doing the job wrong because you won't bother to put in the effort needed, and talked about how doing the job right always will eventually lead to it becoming second nature and a chore no more. This seemed to brighten his eyes up and he was inspired to complete it properly. Another lesson I think I was trying to teach my real self.

Looking over at the picnic tables, I saw an amazing sight. Honestly, this is when I should always reality check but I never remember this shit. From now on I will redouble my efforts in the plane of reality.

At the table were 5 girls, one of which being the wife. She smiled and called me over, and I sat with them. She started asking me if I saw their show. Immediately I had this memory from before the celebration of these girls on stage dancing to grimes, with very bright neon rainbow lights all over their bodies. It was fuzzy and mesmerizing and quite beautiful.

"Yeah, there were just so many of these beautiful girls up there, it was like nothing I've seen before."

She turned to the other table. I hear her say "He thinks you're beautiful!" "Who?" "Benjamin, right here"

I know she is pointing me out, and even though they'rejust a few feet away I do that stupid thing I do when with girls and totally not present. I looked away and gave a fake smile to some other conversation, while just paying attention to my pose and hoping that I looked attractive and 'candid' for the girls. Like what the fuck, peacocking instinct is so deep it happens in dreams.

I sat with the girls for a little while more when Lee showed up. He said steamy broke down and needed a ride to it, so I stole a volvo and we ripped it. Suddenly life is GTA we're ripping through the city and I have the world map, but when I try to navigate on memory it ends up putting me further from my goal. We're burning time, lee is in a rush. I open the map and see I can fast travel right there. Then I see there's a skydive option. Boom, Just Cause style I'm in the air flying down. Rip open the chute and end up like 200 meters away. I run on these little mountain things to get to the auto shop which was aslmost literally next door to the girls, but I look down. In a little grotto area of this rock structure I 'm on, I see a pair of floating cells. The cells are the size of a cow, perfectly round and bouncing off eachother. I jump down in the hole, but a girl rushes in. She stands on a big gold seal between the cells and they instandtly smash into her, absorbing her in their goo. A bright light emerges from them, then an ethereal explosion. Suddenly the girl is surrounded. In front of her are two japanese sword masters. Beside them are two karate masters. Both pairs are slightly cartoonish and they are facing the same direction she is, but when even a fly approaches her they strike with the speed of sound and decimate whatever it is. Beside her are two large numidian men, garbed in gold armor and shields with large clubs of platinum. They act asher flanks, and seem even more imposing than the japanese, for they do not waste their power on the flies. Behind her, stand four anubis guards. Great egyptian men of stone. I can feel how invincible they are, but the fact that there are four shows that they are probably not the greatest fighters. And behind them, stand Ra and Anubis. They seem to be simply on a stroll. In fact, I think the anubis guards are for them, simply for show. Yet somehow, all of these godly figures are bound to this girl.

She had become the ultimate weapon. Lee and I watched her for some time, and after a while, I woke up.