10/24/2023 -
I get out of bed and go over to my window. I am very suspicious that I'm dreaming. To confirm this to myself I'm about to phase my hand through the window but when I look outside I realize it looks like a surrealist cartoon world. No need to confirm, I'm now lucid and I jump out into the weird almost like Miami Vice 80's video game world. I calculatedly fly into the strangely colored clouds grabbing peculiar objects out of the sky that feel like alien peach pits but unfortunately not long after, the alternate reality I've subconsciously created fades.
10/25/2023 -
Lots of liminal state visions about circular multi-colored vaginal portals to corporeal dimensions but little to tie them together than just that. Astral souls warping into human narratives via cool looking vaginal energy portals. Typical shit.
Later I'm at an amusement part with my family. We're wandering around and they want to go to another part of the park but I eventually get super pissed and start yelling at them.
"Fuck you! I have hated every minute of this bullshit and none of you care. I have been bored out of my mind the entire time. This shit is like torture to me and y'all just want to keep wandering around like it's nothing because you're having fun or whatever. Fuck all of you!"
My one brother understands and gives me a hug but then my step mom and other brother are confused. I'm then told in a hypnagogic state how we exist in a:
"World that can't be saved."
That's where we're vacationing and this tracks metaphorically but I'm done and I completely ditch them. What's crazy is that after I do, I end up having a decent time, although I don't really remember much of it. The one thing I do recall is that at some point it's like we're in a big box store and we catch an NFL kicker walking by. We flag him over and now we're grabbing supplies to set up a field goal kicking competition right in the middle of the store. This seems fun.
The good times continue for the rest of the night but I don't recall much of it other than that it involves chasing those hyper color vaginal energy portals in some capacity. Also, this would be roughly the 3rd time in a week I've gotten pissed and yelled at my family in a dream state. Fascinating. I have been shown that the current boredom in my life comes from what's essentially a family vacation that I didn't want to go on but was sort of forced into.
Also, you know what? A couple of choice synchronicities. I get so caught up keeping up with all the dream writing that I've kind of forgotten about that side of the coin but there have been a couple of doozies. About a week back, my brother forwarded me a picture of Starfield branded Doritos which he thought was funny. Then a few days later I accidentally bought a Starfield branded energy drink. I didn't even know that's what I'd grabbed until it was in my hand and of course, this wasn't something I was planning on doing. My wife last minute wanted to run to the store and I was slightly hung over, which is rare and the only time I drink energy drinks. So, unplanned event leads to a synchronicity.
The next one was in the same vein. My wife read the new Patrick Stewart book and because of that wanted to re-watch the X-men movies. I researched it and found that we could get a free one week trial of Starz to watch all of them and was like, well, I've been meaning to check out Party Down season 3 anyway so, why not? Then on the day the news came out that the pilot who freaked out on an airplane two days after taking mushrooms went viral, I watched the Party Down episode where they all take mushrooms at work.
Why is this synchronous? Because in reading the story, the guy had apparently been up for 40 straight hours and it got me thinking about how on a couple of different occasions when I was younger, I accidentally stayed up for days on acid and had to work entire shifts at my jobs still tripping. This happened twice and I hadn't thought about it in years. Then on the day a national news story gets me thinking about this, I watch a show where people are tripping out at work. And again, did I even plan on watching the new season of Party Down anytime soon? Nope. That seems to be the way these things roll.
10/26/2023 -
I'm at a stadium watching a basketball game and we're on the lower decks. Now for completely unknown reasons we're moved to the upper bleacher section. I'm sitting next to my mom and I start explaining to her that sitting in the higher seats often makes me feel like I'm going to fall forward. She stands up briefly and I can feel her making me slightly dizzy so I make her sit back down.
"See, exactly what I was talking about."
This is a recurring theme in my dreams for sure but we watch the game for a few more minutes and then out of nowhere it's like there's are a bunch of passengers disembarking from a plane slightly below us. WTF? I see them filing out and not long after, they're now walking in the aisle right in front of us. Again, WTF? We can't even see the game. Please get out of the way as soon as possible.
But once the parade of mostly deplaning dudes in brown business suits subsides, there's now an entire boxy silver subway train rapidly moving past us rapidly. Now we're on a boxy silver subway train moving in the opposite direction. It seems like I've already gone WTF several times now but what the fuck is going on here? No idea.
What I do know is that after I wake up and get back under I'm calculatedly making an elaborate soundscape. I'm like a sentient room of musical equipment comprised of those complicated darkened wire filter racks you see in fancy studios that I still to this day only barely understand what they accomplish. But I'm controlling all of them. I'm a living dark room filled with wired sound making gadgets with cool looking red energy pulsating in from worlds hitherto unknown like a distant sunset.
I'm controlling this contraption telepathically and basking in drone-y goodness but eventually the perspective shifts out and shows me that I was sound-tracking the last dream sequence. Really? The one with the basketball game that turned into a subway. Why? It was so boring. I suppose that might be why it needed a cool soundtrack.
Also, while you're here, do you like psychedelic industrial noise rock? Of course you do!
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