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In this dream I was walking up some steep hill in the remote Japanese countryside. There was some advertisement for a video game on the side of a konbini before I ascended a hill next to a bunch of rice paddies and small huts. There was a sort of chain-link fence making a boundary between them and the road I was walking on the side of. It was raining like crazy, but for some reason I wasn't bothered despite having no umbrella. I got to the top of the hill and noticed a few cranes in the fields crying out. I felt a deep sense of sympathy with them and somehow had some deep awareness of the beauty and mystery of existence. Then I noticed something strange: Two of these cranes had the heads and faces of human women. Somehow I didn't register it, but these were strange, cryptid-like beings! I snapped a photo or two, but the woman-cranes clearly realized that they had been noticed and turned back to "normal" ones. I kept walking down the hill looking for more and found what I thought was a colony of them and started filming as I walked around. But then I noticed that I was actually filming a group of normal high school girls! (somehow the rain had stopped by now and it was sunny picnic weather). I immediately apologized for filming them without consent and showed them that I had deleted the video, though they were not angry.
At the bottom of the hill was a little river that was very low. I spotted a few more weird things in this river. They looked like little blobs, like sea slugs or something. But they were bulbous and round. Their color was brown and they were covered with little spines and a number of spindly legs. They kind of looked like puffer fish with little limbs and no faces. They were just sitting around in the muck, slowly ambling around like starfish or something. These were apparently not paranormal, but were a unique organism that was supposed to live in this river, to my understanding. Apparently the river had become so polluted and heated up that their population was diminishing, so I took some photos as I felt lucky to find them. However, I ascended a bridge and looked down once more and saw a whole colony of them. And they were moving around FAST, almost like they had wings. It was somewhat uncanny, but I felt like I was seeing something magical.
In this dream I was visiting a few cities with my father. I don't exactly remember why, but it was for a particular purpose and not just for leisure. We had just left Philadelphia, PA and were in a new city, but I wasn't quite sure where it was. I think it was Phoenix, AZ. We both went into some restaurant/bar and sat at the counter. It seemed like this place was some unusual kind of "mizu shoubai" to use the Japanese term. That is to say, the girls behind the bar were a major part of the appeal. I think my dad was just kind of clueless and suddenly said "oh, is this the girl I talk to?" as a lady stood behind the counter with him. I moved myself away from him because I found it kind of awkward. But I followed a girl to talk to of my own. My father seemed to be completely unaware of what was happening and I was blocked from his view, so I was able to focus on the eye candy in front of me without feeling awkward that he was there... to a degree.
The girl behind the counter was cute, with short black straight hair, though she was white rather than Asian. She had a plump and curvaceous body. I explained that I did not live in Philadelphia, but then corrected myself because I made a mistake and was actually in Phoenix. I explained that we just arrived from Philadelphia. I explained how I love the cold and could never stand living in Phoenix for that reason. I soon realized that talking was the least of the services she provided. She reached across the counter and kissed me a number of times. She then plopped out her tits, which were enormous. She pressed them together and shook them a bit, and I leaned over and sucked on them. She bit my ear. I noticed, however, that every time she did something, there was a cost being charged to a kind of smartwatch I was wearing that kept track of how many "credits" it was costing. I assumed that my father had the bill, but was starting to worry. For a moment I forgot it and enjoyed the female company. Next thing I know she raised one leg up onto the counter and started pissing into my drink as a kind of "service." The drink was really frothing up with the piss. She then aimed her stream directly at my mouth and I drank her piss. It was bitter. For some reason I found it kind of arousing in the dream even though I wouldn't in real life.
This dream was very vivid and strange but unfortunately I already am forgetting many details of it. In it, I had made some shadowy deal with a bootleg dealer of sorts who lived in Japan. He was a Japanese dude and had looked like the type to deal in this stuff: overweight, middle-aged, scuzzy unkempt beard and long hair. Kinda looked like a guy who I saw running a used video game store when I was there. The guy had many old VHS tapes and there were several rare, strange films and media pieces contained on them. I had apparently bought the rights to rent one of them and copy it to a media file on my computer which I would subsequently upload to a torrent tracker for archival purposes. This film was something I was apparently on duty to track down because there were no other copies of it surviving that we knew of and none available online.
What was the film? Get this: It was apparently from the early 1970s and was the only full-length film directed by William Luther Pierce. Yes, that guy. The white nationalist who wrote The Turner Diaries and Hunter and founded the National Alliance. And the film was well-guarded not just because the feds don't like anything connected with white nationalism but also because apparently the National Alliance themselves had disowned it and tried to bury evidence of its existence. This was apparently because it was rather crude in terms of production and had some lurid, unsophisticated, and explicit content. Apparently the few who had seen it said it was a fascinating obscurity with genuine artistry and a strange, avant-garde tone. How it managed to get to this guy in Japan I don't know, but it had burnt-on Japanese subtitles, so apparently someone there found it to be interesting as a curiosity. Maybe some far-right Japanese underground society got a hold of it as an item of interest? Although I don't think Pierce was the type of guy to see other races as allies even in a shared interest of segregation...
I started watching it. It opened with plane footage over some part of the Rocky Mountains with Pierce giving a monologue about his life. The film was clearly the same sort of masturbatory fantasy narrative of creating a white world order as in The Turner Diaries, but the film was so poorly made and low-budget that it achieved a kind of avant-garde, unsettling quality. The whole film seemed to consist of Pierce and others traveling around the world and genociding various "lesser" races. The film depicted these other races as literal monsters, made with very cheap and weird-looking special effects. I was playing Half-Life the day before and I think I was still thinking of the monsters from it as inspiration here... Eventually the denouement of the film was a crazy sequence of the Third Reich being resurrected and Jews being herded out of buildings and lead into camps. At the same time, there was a giant orgy going on in an effort to breed superhuman Aryan children. All of it was deeply explicit like an exploitation film. My thoughts after the film was over was "That was one of the most batshit insane things I've ever seen... People need to see this as a piece of history if nothing else." But I was having trouble setting up the VHS to be encoded since I'd never done it before and had to look it up online. The trader there couldn't help me. I woke up as I was doing this and also getting paranoid about rewinding the tape too much, lest I damage it even more than the already subpar quality that it was in.