9/13/2023 -
I'm in a small room in my mom's old place on Beacon Hill where this white rat is giving birth. As it starts to go into labor, the nurse takes it out in the hall to deliver the babies but right after this another woman in the room starts going into labor. When this happens, this scruffy looking stoner dude in a t-shirt and jeans with long curly brown hair and an unkempt beard is like:
"Fuck, I guess I'm going to have to deliver this baby then."
You know, because the professional is helping with the white rat pregnancy. I'm just sitting there incredibly glad that this dude stepped up because I absolutely did not want to take this on. And so he does as good a job as he can and the baby is out when we realize we now hove to cut the umbilical cord and we don't have a way to do this. So I run down to the kitchen and select what look like clean scissors with plastic red handles. Then I run back upstairs and as I do, someone asks me how it's going and I'm all:
"Two pregnancies delivering in one room, sorta hectic you know."
Then I head back in with the scissors and when I do both of us are sort of looking at each other.
"Do you know how to cut an umbilical cord?'
"Uhhh, no, can't say that I do. Maybe we should pull up a YouTube video."
I hand him the scissors and he seems like he's going to take it on. That's about all I remember.
Later in the night I'm in an odd scenario where I'm hiding with roughly 4 other people in this hallway enclave. Some sort of psychic attack is going down and we're holed up there waiting for it to subside. When it does, there's this attractive I would guess east Asian woman who's apparently in charge. She gives permission to this other attractive woman also with brown skin to go serve as a nurse to help whoever might be injured. This is odd because it's like I somehow know that this woman is a trained nurse and yet she needed this other woman's permission to serve in this capacity. Wha?
So the woman heads out to help and I get up too. It's a psychic attack and I'm looking for vengeance. You don't fuck with me when it comes to sorcery. I leave the safe space enclave and start scowling around the area, which is a goddamn office. I want to fuck somebody up but as I wander around the small cubicle farm with an angry look on my face I'm having a hard time figuring out which of these office workers was causing the disturbance, if any.
Nothing seems off. There's this one dude sitting at his desk wearing huge sunglasses. Is he involved? I genuinely can't tell.
9/14/2023 -
A series of vignettes:
I'm at some sort of fancy futuristic party and I start to dance in front of the trippy animation projection screen hanging behind the dance floor. A thin shorter black woman with long curly hair is one of roughly 3 other people dancing. She starts grinding up on me and putting her face between my chest muscles. She is impressed.
Next I'm in some sort of family party environment, once again in what feels like a futuristic world with an almost computerized looking green tile floor which is outside. One of my much younger fictional cousins has bought her young black pug. He enters the scene and he's instantly best friends with my little Zekers. At first I'm slightly concerned because he's a much younger and bigger black pug than Zeke, but Zeke quickly gives him a few impressive juke moves to show that he's still got it. They're having so much fun chasing each other around.
Then the cousins prepare for a video shoot. All of their dogs are now unleashed into the futuristic hallway, along with these brightly colored confectionary creations. It's a free for all for all the pooches to eat as many of the delicious baked goods as they can before they're gone. Zeke is excitedly cramming food into his mouth with an expression of utmost ecstasy. I wake up and feel like I was just witnessing doggy heaven. A voice in my head informs me that this is what it's like when they get close to death. Their dream life explodes, welcoming them into the other world. Absolutely beautiful.
Now a classic spaceship lands and three sort of eerie looking tween girls in colorful spacesuits get out.
"We are the daughters of Jor-El."
They inform me. I knew this was a Superman reference and when I looked it up? Yep, he was the scientist that predicted Krypton's demise and the father of Superman. Freaky psychic superwomen coming soon. Our dying world will supercharge our dreams.
Next I find myself on another planet, browsing through a wide variety of fancy robotic space glasses with another somewhat shady looking muscular long haired rocker dude wearing a sleeveless shirt. We're standing outside both of our spaceships in a desert landscape and it almost seems illicit but I can't entirely tell. This is a hilarious reference to the fact that there is no eyewear of any variety in the Starfield universe, which is in fact batshit insane. It's a future where humans forgotten the concept of glasses. I think they just didn't want to deal with having to animate eyewear under space helmets honestly.
I wake up and when I get back under I'm now in the underground Space Needle parking lot. Guided by Voices is playing a show at the top and I'm pretty excited I actually got tickets to see them in such an intimate setting. Oh, and I'm attending this show with a short, much younger Asian woman wearing jeans and a baseball style white t-shirt with red rings around the sleeves and neck. I do not get the impression that there's any amount romantic anything there and the I'm not even that close of friends with her. It just seems like the one acquaintance I have that's a GBV fan.
And we show up but we're there before nearly anyone and it's very fucking odd because there's like a convenience store aisle set up and Bob is browsing through items with who seems like his manager. I come up and chat with him while he browses for minor food items. He's congenial but honestly seems quite wasted already.
When the show starts I'm realizing it's not really GBV but almost like a Robert Pollard karaoke event. He's just singing his tunes along with a backing track through what literally looks like an upscale karaoke machine. I'm still amused though because there seem to be maybe like 50 people here and again, it's at the top of the Space Needle. Oh, and shit, there's a buffet. I grab some food and eat while I continue to watch the show. Eventually Bob also grabs some food, comes over, and sits right next to me. Other guests are now singing some of his tunes while he takes a break.
Once again, the guy seems completely fucking wasted and I don't remember most of what we chat about but I do remember him forking some remaining food off my plate, then leaning over to me and slurring:
"That's what's great about my music, it appeals to boring white people."
In a waking state I realize that in a way this is true. He makes incredibly strange and arty music but the whole blue collar former school teacher Miller Light drinking vibes do in fact accomplish exactly this and I suppose that's why it's commercially viable. A show at the top of the Space Needle is in fact some yuppie ass bullshit.
He gets back up to belt out a few more tunes and I'm thinking I should request Over the Neptune/Mesh Gear Fox. Come to think of it, I have not recognized a single song that's been sung all night despite being an absolute GBV geek. My subconscious has apparently been spontaneously inventing them. The craziest part? Dude could literally play like a 10 hour set of shit he wrote that I've never heard in waking life.
9/13/2023 -
I'm stuck in this oval counterclockwise narrative time loop scenario that I'm having trouble escaping with an unidentified compatriot . The idea is that at the end of the repeating story cycle we cut through my old neighbor's house and out his side door.
What's funny is that when we try this my neighbor immediately catches onto our subterfuge, it's just that he doesn't give a shit which is why the route works.
We get out but now for whatever reason we're back in and this time an odd seemingly daemonic entity that's like a combination of a tall bearded dude bro and a thick black energy spider catches my friend, preventing him from leaving. Goddamn it. Now the next time through I have to confront this dark mist whatever the fuck it is and I'm kind of scared in a way, thinking I'm going to fight it before the thing grabs me and it isn't unpleasant at all. Just boring. It feels like 8 spider arms with tiny white gloves on the fingers gently pulling me into grayscale drudgery.
Basically the closest thing I've had to a nightmare in a while but again, not scary just dull. I want to escape the quotidian grind but something's keeping me there. I try to get out, but they pull me back in vibes to several dreams this week come to think of it. The most fascinating part of this narrative projection though is how it's metaphorical for my mental state in general. I almost never think about my day job outside of work but I was in fact fixating on an annoying situation I've been dealing with and I couldn't pull myself out of the feedback loop when I woke up after this dream and even then next morning. It took some meditative effort.
What else? One more vision about the FIBA USA basketball team rebounding from their recent loss and dominating again. They're playing on this excellent looking yellow, green, blue, and hardwood tinged court beaming with cosmic sparkle action. They're already up like 30 when Anthony Edwards throws in one of the most ridiculous hot dog runners I've ever seen. It's like he accidentally jumped way too soon because he caught the ball wrong on a break out, then pulled into a windmill circus shot at the top of the key. Austin Reeves then intercepts the inbound pass and drains a 3 before the halftime buzzer.
While you're here, do you like psychedelic industrial noise rock? Of course you do.
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