In the beginning I am running in the forest naked as fast as I can, as if I'm escaping from something. I encounter big swarms of aggressive bees recklessly stinging me on the road but it doesn't stop me. Then I get to a branch and realize that all but one of the stings were actually nails. Strangely, those nails are actually reversed, pointing up with the head inside my skin.
Suddenly, an empty cinema room. I'm standing there, examining the only one of those stings that isn't a nail, and vomitting on it in order to neutralize the poison. The nails are expulsed out of my skin, the scars and the vomit disappear, I take a seat, and people start getting inside the room.
The film starts, and I know even before its beginning it's a sequel to a show I really like (Kaamelott). But that film is fucking terrible, and the only scene I remember is some guy running ejecting nails out of his skin.
Suddenly, I'm in a medieval Europe-styled market next to the forest and a railroad. Someone is with me and goes on the railroad. I tell that person what ey's doing is dangerous and ey comes back. I look at an arcade game in the market and decide to play it. The screen shows a cylindric tower slightly to the left in front of a blue sky with a few clouds, and there are ghosts with their tongues out represented exactly by the same sprite as in the Touhou games for PC-98.
And then I wake up.
I was eating a slice of sourdough bread alongside creamed honey.
I'd take a bite of the bread slice and then eat a spoonful of honey. However, the honey tasted exactly like freshly baked white bread, just sweeter.
I'd eat some honey, get confused that it tastes more bread-like than the sourdough slice, take a bite of the slice to confirm that it's less bread-y than the honey, then it would repeat over and over again.
At some point, a piece of honeycomb appeared in a separate plate. The honeycomb tasted like honey, but for some reason lacked the waxiness that should have been there.
I would also compare it in confusion to the creamed honey, wondering why the creamed honey tastes like bread.
I was browsing an old Flash game site and found a Japanese Flash game that appeared to be a cross between a point-and-click adventure game and an episodic, suggestion driven webcomic akin to MSPA or quest threads. I noticed that some of the game's menu assets don't seem to be loading properly (the instructions page would redirect to a 404 and failed to load some text and icons in the Flash itself) and that it might be an outdated version, so I went to hunt for the original Japanese site it came from. Eventually I found the origin site, and along with it a ton of other cute old Japanese Flash sites and a couple western ones in the mix. The origin site was beautiful and very cute and filled with elaborate animations, and the newer version of the game was also filled with cuter, better animations than the first version I ran across. Extremely comfy. I was about to start taking notes on old, Flash-era Japanese web design when I got distracted by browsing 4chan and woke up shortly after.
The dream sites were shockingly authentic to the absolute best of Flash-era Japanese web design I remember, and I wish I could remember the details better so as to replicate the dream site in real life. I miss that era of the web.
I've been having far too many internet-related dreams as of late.