A Dream: Was in a sort of Bela Tarr-esque, moody, chiaroscuro film setting taking place within a manor/castle deep in an eastern European countryside. I was there with
a group of people who were ambiguously hostile toward me. Night was continually
falling and nubile Asian women were attempting to seduce me in a plot to frame
me. I kept resisting their advances (just barely), finding the hidden cameras
they would secret into my room, and switching rooms.
In the basement/dungeon of this building was a
sort of three dimensional sidescrolling video game (literally like a puppet show or whatever with physical manifestations of the video game objects) involving a lizard shooting (something???)
which I was continually on the brink of losing. I just narrowly finished the
first level. A carnival began involving gaudy rides and contests for men
21-35 sponsored by light beer companies. It was all revealed at a news conference
by Margaret Thatcher to be a plot (much to my dismay) to secure funding to
update a large copper humanoid submarine, She kind of comforted me afterwards and congratulated my valiant efforts to stymie her. The dream then ended dramatically
with the ailing copper submarine rising dramatically through a pool into the dungeon of the
castle.
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