Had a dream last night that there was an amusement park ride where you would sit in one of those enclosed gondola-type cars (like the ones on really big Ferris Wheels or sky trams) and a massive animatronic Galactus that looked just like the one from the First Steps movie would stand up, pick up your 'car' and mime taking a bite out of it, then lift it up and shake it like he was trying to get all the tasty humans out of it and into his mouth. And then a really loud, deep, rumbling BURP sound effect would play. Dream!me went on it three times in a row and was going back for one more when I woke up.

Needless to say I'm down bad for this giant purple space glutton.

(Weird thing is, I've had dreams about vore scenarios contextualized as some sort of amusement park rides since I was like ... waaayyyyyy too young to even know what vore was. It'd be things like a big animatronic/robot creature grabbing me and putting me into its mouth, or just me walking straight in myself, and there'd be a slide or a fun house or something inside. I didn't understand these dreams, but I knew I liked them. Nowadays I more often have straight-up actual vore dreams, but I wonder if the whole carnival ride angle was my brain's subconscious way of like ... making the vore feel 'safer' for me, so there were no worries of actual consumption/digestion? Idk. Not even sure why I'm musing on this, it just occurred to me. I wonder sometimes about the psychology of vore and why people like me are so into it, especially from such a young age).