2/9/2026 – Here I get super deep. Ganj-i-tation heaven with that thick black weight to it. These are the old gods from the secret depths of the ocean. They’ve been controlling our dreams. Mine in particular and I think they mean both our literal dreams and this entire realm I call the skin world. Things are going to get increasingly fucked. I’m shown shit about psi and sports. Gotta get that momentum. Gotta catch that wave. That rising inertia. Down the road in another trance

2/6/2026 - I’m in this classroom, then courtroom situation where I end up chatting with these black gay guys who were somehow ensnared in this bullshit. They seem like they’re lawyers. People who overcame it and are still fighting the fight. They’re telling me just how much everything is stacked against them and it’s not like I can argue. I’m about to bring up how weird arty people and people into psychedelics are persecuted too, then I look at them like: The one guy has neck

2/3/2026 – I’m walking down a stairway out the door with a couple of other chaps. One is this well-dressed thin dude in a suit with shortly cropped hair who starts hitting on me, which of course spawns the classic: “Man I so wish I was gay.” Rant I always do and the other dude is just sort of rolling his eyes at me. But like, he genuinely doesn’t seem to understand what I’m saying and I’m not understanding that. Interesting. Maybe it’s the delivery. I would say that half the

1/31/2026 – We’re in the old basement apartment again and it’s surreal per the usual. Why the hell are we back here? I want to leave but my wife is stuck on us hanging here and she can’t even explain why. It’s not great. I keep telling her it’s basically illegal for us to be here. We have a much nicer place, what the fuck? The whole sitch is pretty anxiety inducing and it’s like she’s not only refusing to leave but putting new add-ons into the joint. What the fuck? To be fair