Her Answers Were Cringe Incarnate

11/10/2025 –

A vision of a hand of very colorful cards. Like tarot cards but seemingly chunkier with picturesque scenes in them. Reality bending divination tools.

Now I’m going to what seems like an underground Walmart. There’s a metallic building structure on the top that looks a bit like Climate Pledge Arena and underneath is a Walmart. I’m going there to buy lube.

Now a vision of a computer screen with what looks like a cash machine interface on it.

Later I’m told about my:

“Joy”

11/11/2025 –

I’m in this large trippy department store type environment. I’m looking for something and I ask an attendant to help me out. We keep searching and searching and eventually we find it. One pair of Victoria’s Secret bra and panties. I was expecting a whole Victoria’s Secret department and all they had is one bikini underwear offering. Ridiculous.

In the next scene I’m being guided by these invisible forces through this plotline with my Dad. Just strange shit and I get the sense it’s very much supposed to be like an amusement park. It seems like we’re both naked and we’re being lead around by these crackling energy beams through this extended plotline that’s supposed to be based on this very particular character.

It ends and my Dad has some minor notes. He thinks the plot could have gone on much longer. I’m confused by this:

Nah, I really think that was long enough.

11/12/2025 -  

We’re all sitting around this large office table judging candidates in what seems like an official capacity. We have just decided that this particular woman didn’t make the cut. This wasn’t completely unanimous and some of the panel were pulling for her, which is all being contemplated in this black hole alternate reality pocket where vibes alone are considered. We think no is absolutely the right answer here as we pull out of the vibes pocket.

“Jesus, remember how cringe her answers were to that funny survey thing?”

I’m now made aware that these candidates had to fill out this survey where they were basically just filling in the blanks to a bunch of prompts. God, her answers were cringe incarnate. Just not funny at all and eventually someone mentions that one of them was:

“There’s nothing better than…”

And her answer was:

“Being white.”

With this knowledge I look at the couple of black people at the table and with just pointed looks we’re all screaming inside:

“What in the absolute fuck? How was she even considered? That is so fucking disturbing.”

And that’s about where the dream cuts out.

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