6/14/2024 –
I’d been harping on the concision of astral linguistics and this extended night of dreaming is a classic example of what they’ve been trying to teach me. There’s tons I’m not remembering here but it starts out with me in this informal CEO fireside chat type meeting on the top floor of what’s honestly a rather bland looking high-rise office building, at least on the interior. I’m one of the more entry level employees in this situation and that’s definitely the premise. The bonkers thing being that in contemplating it in a waking state, I did in fact have a meeting like this at a company I worked for years ago, with the CEO sitting a few feet away from me and everything, just like he is here.
The primary difference in this sitch though is that I’m working for a defense contractor. This company is absolutely making weapons and you know, in a waking state I did also work for an architectural firm that contracted with Boeing doing military bullshit years ago as well. Layers within layers. The whole premise is that the CEO is giving us low level worker drones some insight into shit we typically wouldn’t be privy to. The only anecdote I’m really remembering here involves how this company based out of Vancouver actually rents out the top 2 floors of this building because of him. He’s the one that managed to negotiate a contract that allows them to opt out of the maid services for the space, which saves them a ton of cash.
As he’s saying this I’m thinking to myself:
“They’d come down here all the way from Canada because the savings on office cleaning staff are that good?”
Later in a waking state I’m thinking:
“Who’s cleaning the offices then? Do the employees just do that themselves.”
And also:
“It seems like this would have more to do with secrecy than savings, honestly.”
Again with the metaphors. All of this first meeting is fairly mundane although of course it’s spine chilling in another way because you know, our business is manufacturing killing machines. The next meeting gets a little deeper. I get the feeling I’ve advanced a bit in the company as well as a few of my peers who were at the initial CEO meet and greet bullshit from before. Here it’s getting a bit deeper and the main point seems to be that they’ve been testing some secret tech on myself and another unwitting employee. Like, we had this tech on us and they for some reason wanted to see how it’d be used if we didn’t even know we had it.
I admittedly don’t entirely understand this concept but the one guy who was a test subject apparently had been carrying around this miniature blue helicopter thing in his pocket for months, and was sort of unaware that it could turn into a full-on Iron Man suit/annihilation device. I was also testing some kind of tech and it seems like the same thing but slightly different. It’s like they told me I was also secretively testing something in this meeting but didn’t tell me exactly what it was. Maybe they want me to figure it out. Anyway, what’s interesting is that we leave this meeting and it’s all very drab. We’re like:
“Man, how do you feel about them testing that nano-helicopter thing on you?”
And the dude’s like:
“Whatever. It’s work.”
Essentially.
And with this I start contemplating what tech I’m secretly experimenting with and what the implications of that are, but this contemplation doesn’t go very deep on account of my coworkers being prototypical office drones and just wanting to forget the meeting entirely and grab a beer after work. They’re trying to sell me on it and I’m very tempted but I realize that because of my Hashimoto’s disease I can’t handle booze very well on weeknights, so I reluctantly opt out.
The next thing I know I’m a couple floors down and in a classroom.
It’s like I’m coming to in this classroom and what the hell is going on here? I don’t remember the details but the tales that are being spun on the periphery of my perception are absolutely outlandish. Again, what the fuck is going on here? I pull into a waking state (still in the dream) to look up at the teacher who’s this slender white woman with straight shoulder length brown hair who’s wearing this rather excellent silver glitz skirt with matching reflective top. She’s bringing the funk on the fit front for this class and I’m thinking to myself:
“This is definitely the most downright interesting course I’ve ever taken.”
But the more I’m putting it together, the more I’m also like:
“Uhhh, but it’s all just a bunch of conspiracy theory nonsense. I mean, certainly a fun story but quite clearly largely fictional.”
I’m not sure what happens next but I’m hanging out at my house and I somehow accidentally get in the car with my friends. We’re now driving away from my pad and I’m all:
“I was supposed to get dropped at my place and now we’re driving away from my place.”
Surely this doesn’t make sense so I have them cut back around to take me back home and everything gets batshit. The road now shifts into this solid red rock wall waterfall cliffside. Yep yep. I’m pretty sure that shouldn’t be happening. Never mind guys, I’m just going to fly out of the car and directly into the urban traffic thoroughfare rock face waterfall thing.
When I directly enter it, I’m now in this red clay ceremonial ritual space with this goddamn amazing looking ancient astronaut statue. The fact that all the detail work is supposed to be filled in with brighter than the brightest of astral color schemes is internally implied.
The place feels like a church and I’m genuinely thinking to myself how boring our religions are. God the lack of imagination that comes from never freaking out on hallucinogens or even ever getting super duper high on grass.
As I’m ruminating on the disappointing boredom of most monotheistic faiths, I’m now warped downstairs into this small white walled looking bookstore, which I’m informed is in Austin, Texas. It’s set up for some sort of event and I’m now sort of sitting with I’d say 50 other people in this temporary chair arrangement in the middle of the floor. This one taller, tan, very handsome man introduces himself in a very business like fashion and I’m kind of confused as to why he’s doing this. Then the ceremony starts and holy fucking shit. The stairs leading down to this basement bookstore now become a fashion runway from what I’m guessing are these psychedelic/paranormal YouTube stars.
I cannot stress enough how amazing these outfits are. I have never seen so many colors. There’s a dazzling array of hyper-maximalist kaleidoscope vibes to each character’s entrance and they all sort of prance a bit in the custom fits. The only one I truly remember is this over the top older flamboyantly gay guy who’s signature is this poof of excellent curls on the top of his head. The guy comes down the stairs like he’s Salvidor Dali on heavy blotter, dressed like a psychic Shakespeare. He then grabs a mind tiara style hat that’s in the shape of his signature hairdo and places it right on top of the actual curls.
My god this is freaking magnificent. And yet, as I look down at the all-star panel that’s forming, I’m realizing that they’re all quite obviously full of shit. Like, 100% full of shit. Obviously.
Speaking of obvious, you’re probably not grasping the obviousness of the astral linguistics with all this and truthfully it took me a sec to put it together while I was eating my breakfast after a couple wake and bake bong rips. At the top level, there are these weapons manufacturers. This is shady but also, if you’re on the inside far more mundane than anyone would wish it to be. You go down a level and you have the journalists and academic types who study these creepshow corporations.
The story gets glitzed up and the process turned into a much more fascinating and fucked up narrative. The banality of evil has become much less banal. If you cut yourself away from western society a bit, now there’s the reality of shamanism. People based their spirituality around inward psychedelic mind gazing for centuries and still do to this day.
Those people have a much different way of looking at the universe and let’s face it, have been in contact with alien forms of intelligence for centuries. Not extra-terrestrials mind you. Alien forms of consciousness. This is what we absolutely know and ignore on purpose.
And then you slip into the basement. Now the story’s getting amazingly glitzed up for the psychedelic paranormal entertainment complex. These people are very good at what they do, but it’s just fantasy. A crazy top down game of telephone where the boring source material is transformed into hypnotic attention grabbing fantasy. This becomes a new religion in a sense but is it any better? I’d have to say yes, even though it’s just as full of shit. I’m not sure what to think about this but the metaphor is pretty concise.
6/15/2024 –
I’m hanging out with a friend at his new house and every now and again he creepily paws at his wife and acts super lasciviously, which pisses her off. Each time this happens, I’m like:
“No wait, seriously, there were 2 different version of him there.”
Another entity took over when he acted like a creep. This happened several times and each time I had to jump in.
“Like no, really. I’ve seen it multiple times now. Another entity is hopping in, taking control of his actions and turning him into a toxic masculine douche. I’m starting to see it before it even happens”
Does this alternate crap version ephemeral doppelganger sort of look like he’s made of sentient black mist as he swoops in and alters his reality? Of course. I continue to spend time with him and he eventually shows me how there’s a huge ant infestation coming up through the aging tile floor in the area leading into his bedroom.
“That’s gonna be a problem. You’re going to have to deal with that.”
I tell him. Is this metaphorical? Absolutely. We’re insects. Beings higher than us can manipulate us in ways we can’t even imagine.
In the next scenario I’m attending an absolutely epic party but I only remember the aftermath. I’m leaving with a couple other guys in this one dude’s car when suddenly I realize that we’re not even in a car. We’re just sitting on our asses and flying around the streets pretending like we’re in cars almost like Monty Python horse riders but with legit imaginal magick. The most ridiculous thing about this is how I remember that I do this all the time, which I apparently do if my dream memory is accurate. Typically by myself though. Not with 2 other people also pretending to be in the same car. I’m not sure how we even make this work exactly.
The one dude passing around a joint isn’t helping. I look at him all:
“It’s going to be hard enough driving with all of us pretending to be in the same invisible car but smoking a joint at the same time is going to make it essentially impossible.”
But as he’s handing me the thing I’m also like:
“Well, I mean, yeah. Obviously I’m going to try.”
This is doubly insane because it’s like he’s just pretending to hand me a J, just like we’re pretending to drive in a car together but predictably not long after we start passing it, we’re having a hard time focusing on the road. In fact, it’s like I’m now being air dropped on top of the art museum in Louisville, Kentucky. This is funny because from above the architecture does look pretty cool in a very midwestern 1980’s kind of way. I tell the other dudes:
“Well, I mean, I always wanted to go to the art museum in Louisville.”
Lots of angular pyramid windows but I unfortunately don’t remember if I get to tour the thing. When I look it up in the morning, the Speed Art Museum does have a cool design but absolutely nothing like I was seeing here. Far more modern. Boxier.
One more thing. As I’m pulling into a waking state I’m saying:
“Well, I mean, if he could be a really good mall cop, I’m sure he’d be amazing at whatever other endeavors he feels like taking on.”
Sure.
6/16/2024 –
Kind of a traditional channeling thing with words popping into my head. Words that are telling me I need to seem like a stone statue of a solider. Like I’m not even moving. I’m once again being told that I’m being helped to navigate this realm and they’re aware that a lot of what they’re asking is boring but this hell world is far more precarious to navigate than I’m conceptualizing. I’m also told in pretty uncertain terms that because of my Hashimoto’s disease I’m quite mentally unstable and I haven’t entirely learned how to deal with this properly, seeing as it’s an incredibly difficult thing to manage. Timing is important. This tracks.
Nothing new here but pertinent to what I was going to do with my day for sure. Also a black and white vision of Dennis Hopper sitting alone in his study. He’s written a book and I mentally scan the book and determine that it’s pretty good.
“A lot of good concepts.”
I think to myself. It doesn’t seem like he’s ever going to publish it and I’m thinking that he should, mainly because since he’s a celebrity people might actually read it.
My consciousness now warps into a world flooded with yellow sunlight. There seems to be a fantastical carnival going down. That’s about all I can remember.
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