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This was an incredibly strange and disturbing dream. It was set in a very small town in Alaska, probably somewhere along the southern side near Juneau. I was living there. (I wish! The cold and nature would be nice.) But something bad was about to go down. I was somehow with a small group who were about to do some Turner Diaries shit where they would blow up the main town in a big fire and then go on to basically remake the entire country and, eventually, world in their preferred method. It was an explicitly ethno-nationalist worldview, where they would enforce brutal segregation of the races. They would contribute to tons of destruction of nature as well. I couldn't stop them, so I ran away and tried to warn people that they were about to do it. I helped some people evacuate the small town. The town was at the basis of a waterfall and there was a steep mountain on one side of it. I ran up to the top of the waterfall and was looking down at the town when an explosion happened. It was so massive that I felt the ground shake even from where I was.
From that point, they were brutal and swift. I started walking up the mountain and it seemed like I was walking on a dark, mossy field at night. I was apparently tarred as one of them since I was listening to that racist group. I was hiding out from some black gangsters since they had thought I was part of this neo-Nazi-esque group and were ready to beat me up. But this part was kind of weird, it was like I wasn't really me at that point. I was one of the group members trying to run away and not be racist anymore, but viewing the world with fear of being attacked.
At that point, I returned to the village and was surprised with what I saw: the whole village had disappeared off the side of the mountain. The village was on the edge of the sea, and a pier stuck out into the ocean. The racist group had chosen to live in some submerged pod-city that was in the ocean but was attached to the pier, like a ship moored to the shore. I somehow exited the shore and went into the city. It was not by choice. It was as if this was now my home and I had no choice. They lived in a kind of rigidly-enforced city, where there were racial "cubicles" that you couldn't move in or out of. I was upset and trying to explain how I was just a human like the people in the Asian cubicle. I wanted desperately to be put there if they had to put me somewhere!
The last scene in the dream was hard to describe. It was as if the entire world was shrinking into this water-pod cubicle city. The world was collapsing inward and becoming smaller. At this point it we had somehow drifted to the southern tip of Tierra del Fuego in Argentina, but it was more like it had come to us. We came into contact with a small tribe of some indigenous peoples, but it was as if they had almost no connection to our world. It was as if the Alaskan village was traditionally the only place they had ever talked to as a bridge to the "modern" world while they continued to live on some small, frozen island near Antarctica. It was like they were a long-forgotten tribe that continued to live in the old ways in some small, frozen island that no one had ever discovered, but they had come to our pier via a kayak. There was an elderly woman wearing a shawl. She looked like a Native Alaskan, but it was as if the world of the south pole, Tierra del Fuego, and Alaska were all collapsing in on themselves. I suddenly took a look and I could see New Zealand and Australia on the other side of the globe. I felt myself retreating out as if I was looking at the earth from space. I wanted to save the old woman as she was the last member of earth who was not in the sea-pod cubicle city and was about to be forced into it.
A very inauspicious dream, I would say. May I be purified of it:
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In this dream I was in some room with a big bed in the center and a bunch of people sprawled around it. It felt like I was having a sleepover as a kid and all my friends were there, but we were adults. It seems that some of us had become sick. There were some 2-D anime girls there who had somehow materialized as maids to take care of us. Before you say "hell yeah," they looked kind of weird and weren't perfect. One of them looked like the brown-haired girl from Digimon. One of them looked like Cosmo from Sonic X. I was playing a card game with the Digimon girl and my childhood friend Maxwell. She was spreading out the cards in front of her in multiple rows as seemed to be necessary. But we were sitting between the massive bed and the wall and didn't have much room, so things were cramped. My other childhood friend Daniel was sitting near us. He looked over and asked if we needed more space. The girl said no. I had a bunch of the cards but didn't really understand how to play. I had two which just said "No." on them. We were putting the cards down in a pile like Uno. I put down the "No." card and did an impression of Mario saying "NO" from the YouTube Poop clip from Hotel Mario (lmao, I'm surprisingly true to life in this dream). Maxwell got a little frustrated because I apparently didn't understand the rules of the game.
I got frustrated and said I was sorry, I needed to go sit down because I felt sick and was feeling stressed by the card game. It was embarrassing but I felt like I was about to have a meltdown. The Digimon girl asked if she needed to stop and tend to me. As they were some kind of maids, their primary duty was to make sure we were happy. But I told her to keep playing with Maxwell. I felt a bit guilty. The Cosmo girl started tending to me and letting me feel comfortable while I laid on the bed. She started licking me. Her tongue was tiny and fast-moving like a puppy's.
Suddenly, there were some kinds of "monsters" that had emerged from under the bed and through the walls. They looked like some kind of movie monsters with people in elaborate makeup. I understood that this was a kind of fake event and that we weren't really in danger. But people acted like it. One of them had gray skin and two empty sockets for eyes. They weren't black, they were also gray, as if they were just craters in the face and there were never any eyes there. I suppose it was a subterranean creature. Most of them looked similar. I started doing some slapstick stuff and distracting them by having them play the card game, and that worked to keep them busy.
The last scene shifted to a rest stop on a mountain road in what was apparently the mountains of Utah. The bed was now on the back of a truck and we were on some journey. The driver stopped and went to the bathroom in a tiny restroom next to a set of picnic tables. I looked out over the mountainside. We were in the high mountains. It was the height of summer, but the temperature here felt pleasant even though it was sunny and warm. There were a lot of telephone poles and oil wells all over the mountainside and it saddened me how much the natural landscape had been defaced by the pollution of industry. I saw a large flag on top of one of the mountains nearby which seems to be a Deseret flag rather than a Utah one.