hughmun9
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- Feb 22, 2023
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Me and 15 other people were all going on a ride to a remote location on an actual bus that was designed to kill all of us in a simultaneous 16-way suicide via nitrogen gas. Once we drove the bus to a certain location we had to start assembling the bus, making it into a euthanasia device. There were literally a set of IKEA-like instructions printed and left in the back seats for how to make the bus into a such device. It was said that a fellow that goes by the name of MIC invented the instructions and the bus.
During the bus ride it was made clear that MIC was actually one of the 16. A small scrawny kid wearing glasses, and ... me? Both of us were MIC but I was somewhat of an imposter. And naturally, because of our identity, the rest of the people felt most comfortable with the two of us managing and instructing all of us on assembling the bus. The device was weirdly complicated. There were two large nitrogen tanks, and we were meant to connect each seat with tubing from the tanks. Every seat had a sort of mask you were meant to put on, but for some reason all the masks were connected via the same tubing.
What was odd is 1. I knew deep down I was a sort of MIC imposter. I didn't make those instructions. But I did know how to read them and felt very confident that I understood them and was comfortable managing and taking part in the assembly of the device, while it was clear that the other fellow was the real MIC. And 2. It was a long dream with a lot of drama. Some people were hooking up. Some people were jealous of others, it was after all their last few days on earth and not everyone got to hook up with whom they wanted. Some didn't at all, including the MIC. both MIC's in fact... A girl was being passive aggressive with the scrawny MIC, in front of everyone. Which terrified us all, because if that guy gave up on the assembly, we'd be somewhat screwed. They still had me, but deep down I wanted to be sure the device worked, and I wanted him to confirm it the construction was going well too.
One guy, as soon as we arrived at the first location, wanted to scrap the instructions and make the bus into a euthanasia device only for him, so he could go sooner. I supported him since it was his choice and we had time. We could dissasemble it and re-assemble it back for the other 15 of us once he's gone. But others didn't like the idea. My father was also amongst us. He was the one driving the bus. It was a weird ass dream, but the weirdest part was how rich the interpersonal connections felt and how real the drama between us was.
I'm surprised a butt plug was somehow not part of the dream construct lol.
During the bus ride it was made clear that MIC was actually one of the 16. A small scrawny kid wearing glasses, and ... me? Both of us were MIC but I was somewhat of an imposter. And naturally, because of our identity, the rest of the people felt most comfortable with the two of us managing and instructing all of us on assembling the bus. The device was weirdly complicated. There were two large nitrogen tanks, and we were meant to connect each seat with tubing from the tanks. Every seat had a sort of mask you were meant to put on, but for some reason all the masks were connected via the same tubing.
What was odd is 1. I knew deep down I was a sort of MIC imposter. I didn't make those instructions. But I did know how to read them and felt very confident that I understood them and was comfortable managing and taking part in the assembly of the device, while it was clear that the other fellow was the real MIC. And 2. It was a long dream with a lot of drama. Some people were hooking up. Some people were jealous of others, it was after all their last few days on earth and not everyone got to hook up with whom they wanted. Some didn't at all, including the MIC. both MIC's in fact... A girl was being passive aggressive with the scrawny MIC, in front of everyone. Which terrified us all, because if that guy gave up on the assembly, we'd be somewhat screwed. They still had me, but deep down I wanted to be sure the device worked, and I wanted him to confirm it the construction was going well too.
One guy, as soon as we arrived at the first location, wanted to scrap the instructions and make the bus into a euthanasia device only for him, so he could go sooner. I supported him since it was his choice and we had time. We could dissasemble it and re-assemble it back for the other 15 of us once he's gone. But others didn't like the idea. My father was also amongst us. He was the one driving the bus. It was a weird ass dream, but the weirdest part was how rich the interpersonal connections felt and how real the drama between us was.
I'm surprised a butt plug was somehow not part of the dream construct lol.
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