Some of them were jelly-filled, even.
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Weird fucking dream.
Apparently there was this new fad in childrens' games. You made donuts, little round ones like donut holes except a bit bigger and slightly more oval-shaped, with long pieces of string baked in them, most of the string dangling from one end of the donut. Think soap-on-a-rope.
Anyway, the way the game was played was this: you iced your donut, or bought them pre-iced so they were all decorated similarly, and then you shoved your donut up your ass. Then you and everyone else playing stood back-to-back, reached between their legs, got a random string, trying NOT to get your own string of course... which you then bent over and put in your mouth. On the count of three or something, everyone stood up, attempting to pull out the donuts via the strings they held in their mouths. The winner was the person who had the most intact donut.
Then they ate the donuts.
It should go without saying that this was, for some reason, a huge fad in Japan. I had, in fact, been flown in to Tokyo in order to custom-decorate several sets of these for a major competition like chessboards, complete with little icing chess-figures projecting out as if the donut was the board they were standing on. I will add that this design plan was not my idea, rather it was what the people paying me insisted on.
There was, as I said, a major competition going on, that not only was for fame and prizes but also apparently for souls. This game was the way a group of cross-dressing demons who looked a lot like the people from Full House were gathering souls. *twitch*
I would like a new subconscious please. I don't need dreams like this. NO ONE needs dreams like this, except maybe manga authors, but frankly I think they already have enough.
Possibly going back to bed, possibly NEVAR SLEEPING AGAIN.
Stupid weird dreams.
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