The slobbering dream

I had this dream where I was a college student again, at a big game-jam, and people were showing off and demoing their games on this like... Sprawling tent party.

I was trying out this asymmetric game where you played as someone trying to shoot mice that were trying to bite his ankles or something? The controls were just like Hanzo Overwatch's, and I kept getting headshot dinks. Strange.

I sat back down, and I was sitting next to a girl. When some huge old guy leaned over my legs to suck her toes.

That was freaky. I don't consume any "toe sucking" content. In real life, the last thing involving feet were unsolicited photos some guy sent me. (I had previously asked him not to send unsolicited vulva photos!) I think the mental image of this was sourced instead from re-learning how whales consume things with their baleen.

Anyways, this big guy? He was fucking slobbering her toes. Like a baleen whale. I was uncomfortable. The girl was uncomfortable. I didn't know her. And this guy was.... Fuck, was that Donald Trump slobbering those toes?

His neck is right there. His weight is pinning my legs down. He's totally vulnerable.

Did I have a knife on me? Was I obligated to do something?

Fuck, wait, am I high and imagining things? No way this was actually Donald Trump, right? This might be an assault, but I might be wrong. Okay, no way I'm going to get brain-blasted and kill someone.

But, okay, how do I extricate myself from this situation? This guy is heavy--

and then I woke up.

The puckering reality

Weeks later, on this morning, as I drink my ill-advised third cup of coffee, I see this! Content warning: AI-generated Trump suckling upon Elon Musk's toes.

Not nearly the same wide-mouthed many-toes slobbering, but the same eager fervor, the same hunching.

It's not that notable, but I'm begging you a moment of active empathy for me. It's so very rare I see my strange nightmares recreated independently.