5/17/2023 -
I've had these dreams before but only sort of remember them. What's happening is that there are these like hidden art points scattered in various architectural wonders throughout the city, which I get the impression are astral art galleries of sorts. I often stumble upon them, enjoy them briefly, then just sort of go about my way. But that's the problem. Something wants me to activate these things and honestly I don't give a single shit. I think they're cool but ultimately don't care but there is some other entity that does, and whatever this entity is thinks I am the only hope for actually making these psychic art inflection points do what they're supposed to do, which is congeal into some sort of coherent narrative I imagine.
And so it summons me to accomplish this task although I am completely indifferent to the entire process. The best way I can describe this is that there's an array of aesthetically interesting floating color cubes hanging out in a certain places in a spectral city. I'm supposed to activate them in a specific order but I can't actually tell how they're all connected without help. In the one scenario I remember here, I fly up onto a balcony and activate this psychic color cube plot point thing. After I do, there is some helper entity below me telling me where the next one is. I can't really see it, but she's telling me I need to do a flying dive maneuver to to locate the next cube array in the sequence. In fact, after completing this dive maneuver and connecting with the art cube I pull out of a sleep state with the words:
"Oh course you're going to need an apprentice"
Reverberating throughout my consciousness. I uhhh, yeah, who was helping me with this exactly? Honestly, it's very much like a video game side quest. I have to fly around and activate all the urban art portals to unlock the prize.
The entire point is narrative. If I string these all together, it initiates a freaky plot that's been lurking under the surface of the city, just waiting to be initiated. Whoever created this seems to think that I'm the one to accomplish this (or the best current candidate) and have been trying to summon me to do it for a while. Sure. Anyway, this goes on all night and honestly, most of my memories here are pretty vague. I just know that this is what I was up to all night but am fairly scant on the details outside of the dive bomb maneuver thing. Weird times.
5/18/2023 -
First I'm at a live event for this basketball podcast I listen to a lot. This legit feels like I sat through an entire hour podcast although I don't remember at all what was discussed. What I do remember though is that now I'm at an afterparty type thing in a huge bar. I go over to say hi to the cast and they all seem to be very drunk and waaaay too excited to talk to me, as if they know me. This harkens back to many dreams I've had in the past when I listened to the show more regularly and did have quite a few dreams where I was hanging out with them. So it's the classic, we remember you from these other dreams you'd since forgotten weirdness. In fact, they want me to write a segment for one of next week's shows, which I agree to do. Then I go to grab a beer and order some food and here's where it gets strange.
Right after I order food, a pizza guy shows up calling my name and I'm like, oh yeah, the pizza I ordered for a bunch of people. I was being very generous in buying pizza for like 10 people. I remember this clearly now except it's another one of those situations where it's almost like this memory only materialized when the pizza guy showed up. It's very clear in my mind and yet, was it even there before a second ago? Just getting into some dream causality stuff where it's like the memory of the past was invented to match the present.
The next thing I know I'm partying in some unknown locale that's completely unrelated to the podcast sitch and seems to involve music. I'm at one party and I take this go kart thing to the next house where I'm supposedly staying and it definitely seems like a rented Vrbo party house situation. This goes on for a while and the only thing I really remember is that in the middle of the night I'm hanging out with the bassist for White Zombie. Holy crap is that a random person to show up in my dream life as I don't even remember her name and have never been much of a fan of that band but she looks exactly like she did in those old videos. She needs to head somewhere else in the middle of the night so I start firing up the go kart.
I'm all ready to drive her to her destination but I get off the go kart thing briefly and she seizes on this opportunity to drive it herself, which she does...and promptly wrecks it into a van outside the party house. This wakes up everyone in the house, it's like 4 in the morning and the neighbors are pissed. They've been looking to take down this party house for a while and they think this is the opportunity, which is odd, because we all know it's basically an Air B'n'B and we're not the primary tenants. So we sit around in the yard and there's still light shining through the trees as if it's a Pacific Northwest summer. It's honestly gorgeous and we're in this modest seemingly suburban neighborhood drunkenly basking in the twilight, waiting for something to happen but nothing does and so we go back inside. I really need to get some sleep.
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