2-D, 3-D and those Goddamn Furries
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Earliest part of the dream I remember was being at some sort of furry convention. At first I was walking around outside. The scenery reminded me a lot of my former college campus at Tallahassee Community College. I had been in one room where there were a lot of freebies being given away on round tables. Some things were like post cards, and other items seemed like some sort of wall decorations shaped like cartoon characters. Something about all this crap begins to gnaw on me and I somehow, and for some reason feel sort of offended and generally really annoyed by the whole furry thing. I put everything I collected thus far back on the tables where I got them, deciding I don't really want any of it afterall. I leave and walk around and find another room where a bunch of people are sitting looking at the back of the room. There was a screen and someone was projecting a movie on to it. I sit down in a chair near the front and decide to have a look to see if it was worth watching. Sitting at my right is a very tall black woman dressed in trendy sort of Japanese punk-rock style clothes. At my left is another black woman who is of a more modest height, and the two seem to be friends. The very tall woman to my right leans down and smiles at me. She says to me something along the lines of "What do you get when a 2-D movie meets a 3-D movie?" It was supposed to sound like a joke. I feel certain that somehow she's making fun of me, but I just can't figure out how that was meant as a subtle insult. I thought for a momment trying hard to come up with a clever response, but it was no good, best I could think of was "a 4-D movie?" but then that wouldn't even make sense even if it was adding 2 and 3 together, but that's what I was thinking. I finally say I don't know, but feel everyone else around me in the other seats waiting to hear what I would say, knowing full well I didn't get it. Whatever it was, they all break out in uproarious laughter. I sit there pretending not to be bothered by this. I am still trying to decide what the comment meant. I knew enough that 2-D and 3-D meant something different than anything having to do with movies, one or the other was somehow supposed to be me. I was also pretty sure it had something to do with my being shorter than she was, but then who wasn't? I walk out of there eventually.I decide to take a walk. Around the building there are wire cages. In the cages are lions. The condition of the cages was appaling. The lions did not look well at all. Some of them looked like they were dieing. I wondered if there was anyone I could complain to. I find myself walking down a dirt path with some friends when I become aware of some sort of disturbance up ahead. I see that some of the con goers somehow got hold of an enormous bee hive. It's so big it seems to span the entire path across, like it was at least ten feet across, and shaped mish-mash, as if it had been peeled away from the side and under the eves of a house. I didn't see how they pulled this stunt off, but that was not important right now as I saw the huge hive was dropping from a height. I knew that this was not a good thing, and that as soon as that hive hit the ground those bees were going to swarm at anything that was moving, which would include me and some people who happened to be walking along side of me. There is nothing to do but run like hell. I saw the hive splatter to the ground, and I turned to run. I could hear people behind me screaming and a terrible buzzing of bees. I had this grey wool coat with me. I used to own a coat like that for real once, many years back. In the dream I had it again. I used it to cover my back and hoped that I might be able to escape most of the stings using the coat as armor. I knew it wouldn't do any good for my front part. I ran and tried to escape all the same. Eventually I felt what felt like burning around my hands and I saw there were bees landing on me, and stinging me. Eventually I feel to the ground and was covered by bees. I don't seem to feel any pain, but when I look at my arms and hands they look like shredded bleeding hamburger meat with ugly bumps all over me. All I could do was wiggle my arms up above me screaming in horror at the condition of my body. At some point a woman is there and I think she's trying to treat me. She rubs her hands up and down my arms and it looked like she was running her hands through a thousand red-bloody worms. It was really really awful.
Additional Comments:
I think some of this dream was inspired by an acutal event. A couple weeks ago my friends went to a beach picnic. I didn't feel like going, but it was a big to do in Jacksonville and it was sort of like a mini furry convention. I was really really pissed off when my friends told me about something that happened there. One of my friends, who had never been to a furry convention went with my friends. The first thing that I heard about that pissed me off was that she had built a sand sculpture of a lion at the beach, and some of the other con-goers got a stick and drilled a hole in the front of the lion's head and then wrote in the sand "insert penis here." Unfortunately many furries are complete a total perverts and can't seem to control themselves, and if something doesn't have a dick on it, they MUST put a dick on it somewhere, or inlcude it somehow. Okay, but that was only ONE thing they did that made me really mad. Apparently the same person, my friend, was drawing at the pavillions. She was drawing a picture of her character laughing. Again, some filthy pervert who was watching her draw asked if it was going to be an "oral" picture. I was mad mainly because my friend's art work was personally violated, and then on top of that her innocent drawing pre-perverted before she was even done with it. I also heard a bunch of furries had been in their costumes and posing and photographing sexually suggestive situations on the beach, and drawing dicks in the sand. It's so embarrassing! Anyway, the cops were called in on it, because there were kids and families there. I was very disappointed that no one was arrested, because I think those dumb-asses SHOULD have been arrested, if only to drive that point home that being a stupid perverted dumb-ass is punishable by jail-time. Oh, why couldn't they have been arrested. Okay, story, still not over. So I was really annoyed by all this shit that happened at the con, and I wrote a mini-rant about it in my Live Journal, and then to make matters worse one of the guys who organized the picnic complains....in MY live journal, that I was over-reacting, and that the "incidents" in question compromised about 15 minutes of a nine-hour long event. First off, I was NOT over-re-acting. All I did was vent in my own personal journal, and I felt like I had a right to complain because one of MY personal friends had her art work personally violated by perverted jack-asses. If that were MY lion, or if that were my drawing, I would have been furious. So I think that incident might have had a lot to do with this dream.