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GOONER-BRAIN WARNING
The opening of this dream had me in some kind of setting which seemed like a harem/ecchi anime of some variety. The opening scene had me walking around what seemed like an atrium or indoor park of sorts in what seemed like a mall. A bunch of anime girls and one male were sprawled out chilling around the edge of the park area. The male character is lying down and relaxing in an uncharacteristically carefree manner. He is blowing a piece of gum in a manner that is unrealistic and unusual: He is looking upwards from the ground and has a giant "string" of gum coming out of his mouth and jutting up into the air. The "bubble" is some 10 meters in the air, is oval-shaped, and is about the size of an adult's bicycle. The whole thing is green-colored with red stripes, so I assume it is a kind of watermelon flavor. I make conversation and ask "スイカの味ですか？" ("Is it watermelon-flavored?") Another character quickly corrects me "あれはガムじゃなくて、財布なんだ！" ("That's not gum, that's a wallet!"). Indeed, somehow his structure is a watermelon-colored/shaped coin purse of sorts. The male brings it down and shows it to me, where it shrinks back to a normal size. I try to save face and laugh it off "ああ、何回も同じ味のガムを買ってるやんって思っていた！" ("Oh, I thought you were buying the same flavor of gum over and over again!")
I sit down with the cast and another character who is tiny in stature but with giant tits is sitting next to me (think Komoe from Eiken). Another girl in the group warns me not to grab her boobs! The tiny girl, however, leans on me and her gigantic boobs are resting on my arm and hand. I enjoy the sensation but refrain from doing anything on the basis of that. However, the girl suddenly covers the two of us with a blanket of sorts and we are cut off from the others. She lifts up my shirt and starts sucking on my left nipple, then moves to the right and sucks it too. I grab her boobs. Then I move out from under the blanket. I see several "blanket-tents" around the area, which are apparently private areas to hide "adult" activity. It seems like these are where doujinshi are sold, but they are more like where doujinshi are re-enacted by means of reading and owning them. I return to the blanket I was in and while on the outside I can browse through a collection of six or so doujinshi, like I was on a hentai manga site. I "bookmark" and download as many of them as I can.
Another area has "goods" of the characters from this anime. I see one which is apparently designed to be used in the kitchen. It is a plush of sorts, kind of like a fumo. Apparently it is desgined to be put on a tea kettle. When the tea starts steaming, the character's boobs (and eyeballs, for some reason) start inflating and distending. (I promise I don't have any Dobson-tier hidden fetishes for this shit!) I think it looks cheap and weird and am a little repulsed by it. But there are other goods that seem nice.
In a different part of the dream, I am now a protagonist of some kind of harem anime or something. I am living with an older woman who seems like a kind of guardian for me, but there is a clear flirtatious and fanservicey undercurrent. She looks exactly like Dr. Marilyn Willow from the hentai Marine A Go-Go. I have a bunch of books sprawled out on the floor and am trying to decide what to read next. I apparently calculate the number of days I would have left to live if I lived an average lifespan and determined that in order to read even the 3000 or so most important books on my to-read list, I would need to read a minimum of 63 pages every day. I am reading Dostoevsky's The Idiot in the dream (as I am in real life). It is getting late, so I am insistent on Marilyn-mama leaving me alone for a moment so I can finish my reading (what a fag lmao).
However, Marilyn-mama takes me to some ditch on the side of the road for a moment, where there is another girl she wants to introduce me to. I check the time on my laptop and have a bit of relief. Apparently we are in Japan, but I had the time on my computer set to Kuala Lumpur. Against all reality of time zones, in this dream Kuala Lumpur is somehow two hours AHEAD of Japan. And so, while I thought it was midnight, it was really only 10 PM. Marilyn-mama laughs at this. She asks me about my "type" and sets up a girl to visit me for a fuck at 5:00 AM the next morning, one with giant tits but a short and tiny stature. (The short and tiny part is not even necessarily an imporant thing for my ideal in real life, but certainly close enough!) I text this girl in advance. Apparently this escort is Russian. I was a little disappointed as I thought she would be Japanese, but I certainly was not complaining. I am flirtatious. She asks me "How are you?" and I reply something like "Oh, just lonely ;_;" She responds with what might as well be "Aw, poor baby. Well just wait a bit longer :)" She then sends a message which says "Am I your favorite Rusian?" (with the typo) I don't know how to respond to that.
The "good part" of our encounter is skipped over. The next scene has Marilyn-mama in the high school setting of this harem anime I am a part of. You know that cliched father-son event in sitcoms and cartoons with the wooden car race? (I thought this was called a Pinewood Derby, but apparently that's only for miniatures. This is the one you see in shows where the kid is riding in it.) Well, something like that is going on, but Marilyn-mama is overseeing it and it's happening for the school's bunkasai. And the track is built indoors, but is HUGE. There are three racers: One is the harem protag which I "am" in this dream (at this point it had become more third-person, like I am controlling him as a character in a game almost). One is another hot girl. One is, no joke, a "trans" girl character whose car is the trans flag (FUCKIN' PRONOUNS! MODERN DAY CALIFORNIAN SHIT! jk jk...)
The male protag crashes at a part of the track where there is a snag and the track is not connected. It's a pretty nasty crash. His hand is cut up and bleeding. The other two contestants are still trailing behind him. Marilyn-mama, who is overseeing the race, quickly has a nurse take "me" off to the clinic. Then she quickly "fixes" the track so the next two contestants do not crash. I root for the hot girl character to win so I could see a "cutscene" with her (we are now in a kind of racing minigame). But the "trans" character wins instead. The last scene in the dream is in a school hallway. It appears like the opening scene of the dream, with the atrium and garden in the center of the mall/school. One character randomly pulls down the fire alarm for no reason. I observe it and report him to an adult staff member.
I'm writing about this dream sometime later and it's hard to remember some of the details. I seemed to have been inside the setting of South Park for this dream. There weren't any specific characters there I was interacting with, but somehow it was clear that this was the background of where I was. Not sure how that got into my brain in the first place as I haven't watched South Park in ages. Though I did watch quite a bit when I was a younger teen. I was staying at someone's house and working on an animation in Flash. I stood up and went into the next room. I was in some bar. It was night. There was snow on the ground. I looked out over the field and some smoke came out of my mouth. I enjoyed the cold. When I went back into the room with the Flash animation, a few guys who were next to me had been messing with my computer.
At first I was really upset and ready to freak out, because I thought they had deleted everything. But that was not the case. I took a moment to look around and found that just about everything was still in place. But the system had an "aesthetic" makeover. It looked realy weird and had been totally "riced." Mostly, it looked like Windows XP again. It had the windows and menu bar of Windows XP, but instead of the iconic blue it was replaced with a kind of gray, more in the vein of Windows 98. They had installed some programs that now had icons on the desktop which were used to "rice" things in a simple, push-of-a-button way. I opened one up and started unchecking the things they had checked. But I decided to leave the menus alone, because I actually liked the look of them.
Upon waking up, I actually am thinking about looking into ways to "rice" the old style of menu back into my desktop's Windows 10 IoT partition now. Because, like all things about Windows, it was never "good" but is only getting shittier and shittier. Suddenly the window managers for 98 and XP look nicer and nicer. But since Microsoft treats any attempt to control software that you buy as tantamount to a war crime, it's definitely not going to be anything as simple as downloading a program and clicking a few buttons... probably. I might look into it in either case. This dream also inspired me to go back to Flash animation. I've let a project sit idle for a while but really, the best times of "teh internetz" that I remember were when Flash was king and I think that this art is one I have to continue to contribute towards.