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[jeweledstone]

A Dream I Had Last Month that was Kinda Fucked Up Now that I Think About It

Chronologically, this dream was had some time in between the Noise/Mickey tulpa thing’s first appearance and the Painful Sound dream, so at least around May 9th or 10th.

It was another dream about the high school I never physically went to irl (which has become a common trope in my recent dreams). The school in this particular verse had this… club? class? event? idk? where a group of students would be taken to a movie theater in the basement where they’d watch random movies and then discuss/critique them afterwords. Kinda like a Cinematics course I took for college where we’d watch movies and then write little essays critiquing them but in high school instead. As you can imagine, a class where you just watched movies would be highly popular for students who have to endure boring, under stimulating lessons for the rest of the school day, so a lotta them attended it.

Seems innocent and wholesome right? Well, not for long…

One day, one of the teachers who ran the movie class found five dvds somehow. Each dvd was blank, save for a title written in black sharpie reading Disc 1, Disc 2, etc. (kinda like the tapes in 10 Tapes (and arg you should really check out btw) but with dvds instead of vhs tapes). Be it through pure obliviousness or them already being “influenced” by the discs (you’ll get what I mean by that later), the teacher brought said discs into the movie class to be viewed by the students and other staff.

Now…

This is the part where it gets kinda cringe…

Apparently, the original creator of the five discs was a version of G-E Spamton that was less powerful than ours (only a B class reality bender rather than S) but WAY more malevolent. He basically implants these 5 discs somewhere in a random universe for some idiot to find and watch. Each disc contained two “movies” (sides?) of sorts on them that featured images and video of gore, violence, and other horrific imagery as well as bizarre propaganda-ish stuff talking about how great he is and that everyone should follow and obey him. The goal was to slowly brainwash the viewer, turning them into one of his mindless drones that follow his every command.

So, when you take something as dangerously powerful and mind-melting as those dvds and show them to a fairly sized group of people, obviously shit’s gonna go down.

It only took a few viewings of the first disc (both sides were watched twice for some fucking reason) to make the people who attended the movie class to develop a cult-like obsession with this, let’s call him False Spamton for clarity’s sake. Eventually the school (consisting of both students and staff) was split into three groups:

The people who watched the discs and started borderline worshipping the false Spamton (I was one of them, mostly cause I didn’t know he wasn’t the G-E I was already a loyal follower of)

The people who’ve never seen the discs and didn’t know wtf was going on and basically acted as a neutral party

The people who didn’t see the discs, but did enough research to know what was happening and were actively fighting to stop it

I remember the people actively fighting against the cult were mockingly referred to as “clowns” by cult members (you can probably guess what’s gonna happen to them if False Spam wins in this scenario…) and were often abducted by said cultists and forced to watch the brainwashing movies in order to try to “convert” them whenever possible.

The way I personally found out the Spam the cult was worshipping wasn’t my Spamton was pretty Deus Ex Machina-y. Basically I was kinda sorta questioning how brutally the other cultists were towards non-believers, which caused my fellow cultists to shun me and accuse me of being a clown. Panicking, worried I might get kicked out of the group and face “Spamton’s” wrath because of it, I ran down into the school’s basement to the theater where the movie class was held (and thus where the “holy” discs were kept) and started praying to him for forgiveness. Cause y’know, I’m crazy like that. It was during that prayer session that the real G-E Spamton appeared and basically told me that I haven’t actually forsaken him and the Spam my school was being controlled by was a false god.

It was then that I woke up, so I can’t say wether the false god was ever stopped or not.