#WILLY WONKA EXPERIENCE BRINGS ME SO MUCH JOY thank you

[radioroxx]

Got a silly request if you're still enjoying that willy wonka experience thing that happened.

Ceroba taking Kanako there, who isblike 'damn this is worse than being an amlgamated horror beyond all comprehension' or something

yeah i fw that

[paleodictyoptera]

I had a dream about a marketing salesman advertising snow.

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I had a dream on the 20th of October 2020 (record keeping) that I found unusually profound, especially since it was, from at least one perspective, marketing-themed.

This portion of my run of dreams is the only one I really remember from this night, but its lead-in feels important. For whatever reason, I was in some crummy-looking bathroom from a nightmare and had trouble finding a stall I was comfortable with taking a dump in. I've had this kind of confusing-bathroom nightmare before, which is something I only remembered after the fact.

I walk into a stalled portion of the bathroom, and the style of the architecture shifts like I’m in an experimental design, covered in silver foil like the outside of a ventilation shaft. As I round a corner,(the floor plan is the size of a small room if you take all the sq ft together) I get ready to take a dump on what looks the most like a potty. I believe it was labeled, "intake valve."

Before I let loose, a man walks out of an alcove in the ductwork and introduces himself as Mirushi Hiruchi, and this was his Hiruchi machine. I told him straight up, desperate as a dog, "Hi, I have no idea how to use your machine." He then leads me down a hallway which wasn't there before (dream logic, bruh) and either gives me a speech that my brain wrote out and gave accompanying images with, or a translucent brochure where the images scroll by automatically, and which my brain read out loud in his voice. Again, dream logic bruh.

He said that this particular Hiruchi machine was in the possession of his dear friend Mōshi, who was the inventor of the company's trucks. I think the next part of his speech was about what his company does, but I don't honestly remember the general, but I do know that currently, he was trying to make marketable snowballs. And he had found a place with practically ideal conditions for snowballs; the snow fields of Ashton(I don't know about state or province dude, this was the last thing on my mind, Ihadtotakeacrap, but it was like, stuck in my butt from holding it). Here was an image of a field of snow with occasional bits of plants and twigs sticking out, bathed in the light of a sunset or sunrise. My brain could feel the denseness of this snowfield. He said something about how the sunshine was just right as to make material for the perfect snowball, but this too was a bit fuzzy. Maybe it melts the snow a little but not too much? I dunno. I got Canada or Northern State vibes, but maybe just because they’re stereotyped with that.

He then told me that if I wanted to help spread the word, he would appreciate it, and to tell my family, friends, and neighbors that "The snowfields of Ashton are known for their remarkably heavy and round snowballs.” This was paired with an image of a lady completely buried in warm clothing, puffy insulated jacket and tufted beanie included, holding what might be close to a pound of snow within her hands. These particular clumps weren’t rounded into snowballs, but I don’t know if you can even hold that much snow without at least some of it falling apart; I’m from a desert, so my snow experience is limited to say the least.

This all happened as I was in the hallway that had appeared, and not moving very much for some reason, even though I felt it in my gut the need to poop? Dream logic again. He thanked me and left back down the hallway. Next thing I know, I woke up with a turd in my butt and proceeded to the bathroom. After I had recovered from this plausible-yet-off-the-walls dream, I collected the majority of this experience while I was on the toilet and accidentally on purpose in the bath. I was so focused on this I couldn’t take a crap and proceeded into the bath to try and wash my butthole clean. Even though I used toilet paper? Dream lo- wait, this was reality.

I feel… many things right now. Things like, "This has SCP energy," or "This man is like Willy Wonka but Japanese and not specifically targeted at candy making, because if he is willing to merchandise snowballs he's willing to sell anything, like actual, crystallized joy." I spun up a whole bunch of theories and ideas about what the heck had happened. Was I just hijacked by a viral memetic entity? I sure feel unusually compelled to share about the heavy snow fields of Ashton and their perfect snowballs. Did someone in Japan hack into the dreamscape and is now using it for marketing purposes? I don't kNOW, man.

But this feels important, somehow, and so would you kindly spread the word, about how the snowfields of Ashton are known for their remarkably heavy and round snowballs? It’s a surreal meme in its own right, so it can spread, and if it’s true, bruuuhhhhhh...

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Ashton County, Virginia; my brain just decided to say that's where it was. After a little research, I've found two places that could be this place: Ashburn, Virginia; and Ashton, West Virginia. Intriguingly, both are right next to a river and exist at nearly the same latitude. Both are on the fringe of being a real place; Ashburn being a CDP and Ashton an unincorporated community, so understandable why it was hard to specify.

I’ve had experiences with the spirit world and mindscape before, but none this catastrophically and simultaneously mundane and profound; partly because I’ve rarely had this level of verification and solidity before, and never involving a real location on Earth. I want to go see the snow fields of Ashton, or possibly Ashburn, and play in them, and have a real, splendid snowball fight. I grew up in the Valley down here in AZ, which is not known for their unusually ideal snow fields, but for their saguaro cacti and dust-colored everything, so this speaks to me more than others.

I must (again?) emphasize how utterly used I feel in this experience, but like, used for a greater good or at least a good purpose? It’s like encountering a mildly benevolent entity who only slightly inconveniences you to achieve their ends. Bear in mind this is the first post I’ve ever made on Tumblr, so it has had the power to send me forth headfirst into a website I have heard described as cursed, in an attempt to bring remarkable, marketable joy to others.

P.S. I woke up at ~4:30 with this dream and have spent the last two hours collating this haphazard post, so, there’s that. I don’t feel particularly tired after this, so if Mr. Hiruchi is selling, I might have bought some of his well-being juice.