6/23/2024 –
This vision of a brown skinned shaman dude taking control of this balding white business man and warping him through a bunch of different scenarios where he’s essentially holding him over a cliff. Like, you know those scenes where gangsters hold people by their feet off balconies as a means of getting them to talk. He’s warping through all these portals where he’s essentially doing that to this bald business man loser, except that I’m not sure it’s a threat or if he’s just playing with his food as it were.
Later in the night another vision. There’s this pier and above the pier is an aquamarine submarine spaceship thing that’s shaped like a thinner football essentially and seemingly has scales. It also has all these green tentacle appendages that you can tell it uses like arms and it floats in the air with by an unknown means of propulsion. Sort of like a flying UFO/submarine thing that’s alive, and yet I also somehow know the nature of the voyage is metaphorical. This thing is designed to take its passengers on an exotic life journey and several passengers await departure eagerly on the pier below.
Eventually I enter a dream where I’m back in Ohio at the school I went to. School wraps up and I’m on a bus driving through all this otherworldly red brick architecture. That’s genuinely all I remember before this eventually turns into to a quest of sorts where I show up at this amazingly shitty indoor basketball court. The entire place is like a punk venue bathroom essentially but all with this eerie aquamarine glow to it. I chat with a couple people as I enter the spot:
“Hey, I’ve heard there’s a very unique brand of ball being played here, do you know what I’m talking about?”
I ask a guy shooting hoops by himself who definitely seems like he’s fell on hard times, if there were any good times in his life to begin with. He’s too out of it to provide a compelling answer. There’s only one other dude in the spot so I ask and it’s the same sort of sitch. I continue to look around this decrepit and strangely alien court while thinking to myself:
“I uhhh, this doesn’t seem like the right place.”
That’s about where the dream cuts out and I’m told it absolutely has something to do with the flying sea monster/vessel.
6/24/2024 –
In this vision I’m at some sort of presentation in either a large classroom performance space with those fastened in place wooden foldout chairs with metal backs. I’m with my wife and a group of like 3 or 4 of her friends and at a certain point I’m like:
“You know what? I’m just going to take control of this presentation.”
And I do, which my wife and her friends are incredibly pleased with but as I’m pulling out the vision I’m all:
“That was potentially a bit rude and presumptuous of me.”
Now I’m at a family party once again. No shocker there. Here I come downstairs and there’s this taller thin dude with long black hair, tattoos, and thick black rimmed glasses. He asks me if I like the white stuff and I am 100% confused by this question. He asks it several times before I’m like:
“You mean like cocaine?”
This does not seem to be the answer as it’s a family gathering and of course he’s all:
“Uhhh, no.”
Then I walk over to the breakfast table and look outside to realize that it’s snowed. He was talking about snow so I quickly make a joke about how we don’t get much of it in Seattle.
The next thing I truly remember is that eventually this blonde woman who looks very much like my wife but is not my wife shows up in the evening. There’s a dancefloor and we dance for what seems like hours. This is a new experience for me in dream world. I’ve attended a lot of concerts on the astral plane but a night of dancing? Totally new. Anyway, we’re also drinking while we’re dancing and at a certain point the blonde woman sort of makes fun of me for drinking too much and I’ll all:
“Yeah, maybe I went a bit large.”
But she just laughs and points out that she went at least as large as I did. She thinks it’s charming and we head upstairs. That’s about where the dream cuts out.
6/25/2024 –
We’re sitting at our kitchen table when this segment comes on the radio about people who have moved to states with legal weed pretty much solely for the fact that they have legal weed. I think this should be interesting, so I leave it on and all of a sudden Ian Ziering shows up in our kitchen. This is nearly jarring enough that it make me go lucid but not quite.
I’m clearly baffled by a former 90210 cast member materializing in our pad but even more baffled when he starts going through our fridge and bitching about how we don’t have the right water. At least I think that’s what I’m remembering. Seems like his gripe was actually stranger than that but either way, it leads to a sequence where all I remember is being a disembodied form of consciousness that’s flying between these smaller boxy white houses with pointed roofs. I recall nothing about what any of this entails other than I pull out of it with the voices of children in my head chanting:
“Mac n’ Cheese! Cheesy bread! Mac n’ Cheese! Cheesy bread!”
Definitely an odd awakening. In the next vision I’m shown what’s referred to as a “terror map”. This looks like a mostly black piece of paper with orange and red sections that look like pluming lava. The map is then placed in one of those brown leather lock briefcases with the 3 dial metal combinations that seal the latches shut. Gotcha.
In the next vision I’m watching one of my wife’s true crime shows as a floating form of consciousness from above. Since it’s one of these true crime shows, I’m well aware that things aren’t going to go well, you know? These things are always tragedies of some variety. So I’m watching this and it involves this white couple and their young daughter, who seems like she’s maybe 5 or 6. They’re going on this boat trip and I’m just waiting for the hammer to drop. Then the daughter falls out of the boat and Jesus. This couple have to watch their daughter drown? How awful.
Except that’s not what happens. The daughter swims along fine. In fact the mother jumps off the boat and starts swimming with her. Eventually the daughter gets back on the boat and I’m like: phew. But then she jumps back in the water and I’m on edge again but again everything goes fine. In fact, it’s like they’re being pulled by this larger river boat and both the mother and daughter swim up to the larger boat and climb on the green back deck completely unharmed. Aiight, sooo, that was wasn’t the tragedy apparently.
Eventually they’re now on land and I’ve somehow come down from my floating consciousness perch above and are chatting with them as they’re hiking on a trail. What they’re telling me is that this is all happening in Texas and they point over to my right at this town by the water which I believe they’re telling me is Beaumont.
“Uhhh, okay.”
I think to myself and when I look over, the town looks like a bunch of graphics card-esque black computer components popping out of the ground at an incredibly odd angle. It’s like the futuristic tech settlement is protruding from the side of this hill by the lake slightly sideways. The what the fuck factor with this is pretty high and that’s about where the dream cuts out. But it’s followed by another vision of this high school yearbook that’s turned to a particular page and a lighter is used to burn a certain student’s picture from the book calculatedly. Just this one student’s image is being burned out of the yearbook with a red lighter. Def a bit creepy.
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