Dreamt that i was a character in an movie set in the early 80s where a bunch of partygoers got fooled into going to some party hall in some southeastern/eastern Asian City before we got locked inside and forced to play some game where some floorboards plunged you into an abyss and others built little walls, we then learned that it was originally believed to have been set up by a kindly (but distrusted to the point of being blamed for serial killings due to his head being deformed) old dude from chicago who ran a video game store, from that point it showed me what the store is like now, including a prototype switch 2 demo cabinet that got snuck out from China with an as of yet unreleased update for Mario Kart WT with better graphics, it also had a bootleg snes nearby that played a prototype sequel to super mario kart including a haunted house themed track that included a really narrow winding shortcut that I managed to cross (though it was apparently meant as a allegory for “the long road it takes to make it to Israel”??? First a shoutout from Elvis in an earlier dream and now this why are there two separate occurrences of unexpected anachronistic 20s style zionism in my dreams?) every lap sent you to a brief interlude on a super mario bros 3 map type menu, each of which had you watching a tape showcasing the decline of television through the 1980s, culminating in tv's bottom point as a creative medium being a telethon hosted by tenna and spamton where whichever charity got the most money donated got the rest of the donated money to the other charities??? Winner was st judes btw
airstrike those studios immediately wtf
#doitforstate