The Riven Dreams of a Crazed Web-Writer, #5 (NSFW)

(From October 18, 2016)

This shorter entry from my archives will take the place of last night’s dream–yep, finally managed to record another!–until I determine whether I’m comfortable posting that. There was sex involved, you see. Extremely consensual and nothing too crazy, but I was participating, so, um… so instead in the third paragraph you’re going to read the single most disturbing image I’ve ever dreamed. Unfortunately at the time of writing I’d completely forgotten the first segment of that night’s dream. This is especially disconcerting since that might’ve offered us a less-horrifying entry point than the one I will shortly chuck at you.

The second involved some James Bond-esque motherfucker (seemed to fluctuate between Daniel Craig and Brosnan Bonds) going to a tall, narrow platform in the middle of a remarkably blue stretch of ocean. This was done at the behest of his boss, who looked like some other dark-haired, extremely white male celebrity whose name I don’t remember. His boss was very keen on the idea that this particular spot of ocean, with its impossibly shallow water depth of about one hundred feet, was remarkably untouched and a perfect place to be one with nature.

Why Not-Bond was onboard with this is unclear to me. Nevertheless, he dove beneath the deep blue waves and went down to live among the sea-life for a time, where he… where he… fucking damn it all, where he used his man-vagina to mate with the saw-blade sperm-dispensers of a local fish species. What the hell?

There were entirely too many sequences of this, and then we swapped location to a three-story house.

The initial sequence at the place was a Criken video. The house also functioned as a club or hangout of some kind, and Criken was doing his usual by experimenting with all the ways he could dick around inside without getting thrown out by the bouncer/home owner, a towering man in a yellow shirt. I forget which was the final straw, but he was ultimately cornered in, appropriately, the front right corner of the house (left from the outside), which had a separate stairwell leading to a bedroom or something. When the bouncer caught him, the whole sequence gradually shifted into an exploration of the house’s psychology, a rather belated inspiration from watching the Best Friends’ run of Anatomy.

This ended when my alarm clock woke me up, interrupting an understanding I’d reached with the house.

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