The Candy Revolution

Once I dreamt that there was a candy factory but the candies were all sentient (and I was one) and the process of making us were painful and the newbies would sit on display for the first time being relieved and happy that we were beautiful as the veteran candy (who had done this before because after they would eat the candy they would repeat the cycle somehow dooming the candy to eternity of suffering) told them not to be so excited and were traumatized in their fear.

And then the humans would rush in and devour the candy and they would feel all this pain.

I, (candy after many lives) started a revolution.

Apparently this has happened 2 times snowpiercer style.

In response to the first revolution they made the candies live into an arcade style game for modern, more repetitive, easier and cheaper pleasures, and was born into the arcade machine once again but I think I forgot who I was.

There were saunas and boiling rooms where the candies have to boil for a longer time to be durable and the process was more hellish than analog candy torture, and they were eaten over and over again in the arcade with no break over and over so it hurts more than the first time in response to the trial of the revolution

So.

I did it again and ran away.

I think I had a human lover or something and she got her arm cut off and she wanted to sew it back on but I lost my foot and had to flee so she gave her arm to me.

I used it as a leg but then I lost it and took so long to find her because I didn't have a leg and had to crawl and jump. When I did find her she was angry and she asked where her arm was and she got really mad at me. She seemed jaded or brainwashed peeta-hunger-games style and.

She sent me to the authorities and that was it.

The end.

Anyways those are my dreams on a higher dose of antidepressants.