I had yet another peculair dream that involved me doing something I normally would not do. Though unlike the previous two, this wasn't pseudo-religious in content.
I was watching some sort of fashion show on television, one that was displaying the product line of a new designer brand. Even though I have no interest in that and hardly ever use my television. Anyway, the models walking down the catwalk were dressed in oddly practical clothes that one could reasonably expect to see people wearing as opposed to the usual content, the styles were generally modern neat-casual and vividly colored though not excessively so. The clothes were patterned with fractal designs, reminiscent of the flames generate by programs such as Apophysis or Electric Sheep, and rather well-designed, in my opinion at least.
That was, until I examined one of them more closely. At which point I immediately felt a sense of profound, existential terror. There was something inherently wrong about the whole design, something I couldn't even begin to describe. It was some kind of irrational fear, which paradoxically drove me to examine the following dresses with even greater apprehension. The effects varied, one caused me to have nightmarish hallucinations that I forgot immediately, leaving me only with knowledge that I had seen something phantasmal that I would rather not recall, another caused me to have a brief out of body experience wherein I saw myself staring at the television in rather blurry vision. There were other effects, but I couldn't remember them.
Finally, the fashion show ended and I learned the brand's name - Love Craft. Because apparently the designers decided that subtlety could go fuck itself. It was at that point where I woke up really damn confused.