Had another dream. What can you do when there aren't many events in life, but plenty of dreams. This time it was a long dream with a ton of details. I can't remember everything, but some things stuck.
I lived with a girl (quite large in both height and width) in a private house. She explained to me that in addition to animals, new dangerous things had appeared in the world. They're everywhere, and you have to constantly keep an eye out so you don't get hurt. For starters, you have to seal off your home like a spaceship. That doesn't always help, because the especially dangerous nasties sometimes slip through walls, slicing them with their energy fields.
Therefore, you constantly have to inspect the premises and your own carcass. I didn't have the skill for it, so at first the girl did it for both of us. Then I got a bit used to it, and began noticing small, slightly glowing, slowly floating ovals and beans myself, looking like a tiny copy of that sculpture in Chicago, constantly changing shape.
Once I got the hang of it, we even started going outside. The girl called out to me: "Let's go up the mountain already," pulling me by the hand. My memory chimed in that the top of the hill is a traditional spot where couples have sex if they don't have an empty apartment. As for us, I figured, we were doing it for the thrill.
There was already a couple of teenagers on the mountain, but we didn't bother them and simply got down to business. The thought that this was somehow dangerous never left me, since the nasties were all around, but I decided to trust my girlfriend.
And then I realized that we weren't actually outside at all, I was just wearing virtual reality goggles. People missed going for walks, and were replacing dangerous excursions into the real world this way.
This kind of sobered me up, and we didn't end up finishing.
The next episode took place during a huge party. It turned out that our house had a large, richly decorated hall, kind of like in the non-vegan "Pumpuri" guesthouse, but with a long table, like in a Viking house. The feast was in full swing when a playful girl walked up to me. It turned out she was hired by my girlfriend for some unknown, mischievous purpose. The chick started stroking my ears and neck. I asked her to stroke lower down my neck, and between my shoulders. This somehow turned me on a lot, and unexpectedly to myself, I reached orgasm. Fortunately, I didn't feel ashamed, although it was noticeable to the people around me, I think. Especially since I pecked the young lady on the lips out of gratitude. I sometimes have this urge to say thank you after sex. Don't know why, really.
That's when I realized that this was exactly my girlfriend's devious goal: to play a prank on me so she could tease me about it for another six months. It's unclear whether it counts as cheating if she herself hired the chick, who was apparently a sex worker. Mangol immediately came to mind — what if I'm in a polyamorous relationship, but just didn't know about it yet?
Looks like my girlfriend was not only not offended, but it even turned her on. (Was that her plan all along?). We left the hall together, and started having sex in the hallway along the way, not even holding out until the bedroom.
In the third episode, we ended up in the basement, where there was a hospital. There I was told that the nasties don't kill a person right away, but embed themselves in them, causing various diseases down the line. Cancer, autoimmune diseases, etc.
Many people don't suspect this yet, and later doctors will have a ton of complicated work, and diseases that aren't easy to cure, if it's even possible. There was a half-dressed young patient in the basement on whom we could see the consequences of this embedding. I won't describe it, so as not to unsettle sensitive souls.
The takeaways are as follows.
Be attentive and careful in two cases - if you see small, floating, amorphous bubbles, and if strangers stroke your ears and neck.