6/2/2024 –
I have these adventures in the fictional neighborhood of North Seattle that I created on the astral plane. The ridiculous thing here being that for a while I was like hovering over these neighborhoods and contemplating how I hadn’t been to this fictional North Seattle neighborhood that I’d created for quite a while. Then I somehow convinced myself it wasn’t the fictional area of the city I’d created and fell into a narrative there rather than you know, going lucid. Ridiculous.
The only thing I really remember about any of these adventures is that near the end I’m for some reason in a 7-11. I just want to go grab dinner before I head home but my car keeps vanishing. I then run into my friend who agrees to take me to dinner as he’s headed to grab food as well.
Except that this just ends up going in circles and like, maybe he’s going to take me so I can grab food, maybe he’s not. In the midst of this I keep looking for my car, that’s now vanished into thin air.
Anyway, eventually a group of these Polynesian guys show up and take me back to my old basement apartment. They’re putting together some sort of potluck that’s celebrating their culture and as they’re getting all these amazing dishes situated on the communal table, I’m thinking two things.
One, how unbelievably synchronous it is that I just so happened to be in this 7-11 when these dudes just so happened to be like recruiting people for this feast for the second year in a row. That’s right, there’s an odd memory that this same thing happened last year i.e. I was hanging out in a convenience store and these same dudes recruited me to the same festival.
Second, I’m kind of disappointed that I’m not going to get the dinner I was wanting. What’s so insane is that in this case I believe it was like Pizza Hut that I was pining for (which I haven’t eaten in years). These guys have made all this great food but it isn’t what I had envisioned in my mind as my dinner. Absurd.
Anyway, eventually this cultural food festival turns into like this bizarre Hollywood showcase thing. We’re now outside, there are only like 50 people there but there are going to be multiple presentations and such. This one slick looking dude in a suit gets up and starts going into his spiel and he starts by introducing himself as the guy who produced some minorly successful comedy (which I believe was a Police Academy reboot). He for some reason singles me out in the front row and asks if I’ve seen this movie and I’m like:
“Nah.”
The more he continues to talk, the more he realizes that absolutely no one there has heard of him or the movie he produced and he’s like:
“Well, wow. This is amazingly awkward.”
Not only does his entire demeanor change with these revelations, but his appearance changes as well. He’s gone from being quite good looking and younger to much older, balding, and kind of shlumpy. Even his slick blue suit is now ragged and tan. He then sort of sits down mid talk due to the awkwardness. We’re all fine with this and that’s about where the dream cuts out.
6/3/2024 -
Psi Vignettes:
I was going into the office for the first time in a while so all of these are echoing that theme.
I'm watching 2 men put on a dancing show on a stage. It's almost old-timey, I'd say vaudeville but I'm not entirely sure what that entails exactly. Anyway, the guy on the left is dancing normally. The guy on the right is going full on crazy legs. I wake up and think to myself:
I don't actually think what he was doing with his legs is possible in our reality. I'm then told:
"Good vibes!"
Gotcha.
I'm getting ready for work in this I'd say at least 5th floor apartment with my brother. A much younger David Cross is also hanging out and it seems like maybe this is his pad. My brother convenes with him in his wood paneled office with a view and they're making jokes about Socrates, calling him "so crates". Straight out of Bill and Ted but they think this is funny. I then head downstairs with my brother to make the trip to work.
We're having a fancy family breakfast at my grandparent's old place in the Columbia Gorge. I'm thinking how odd it is that we'd all get together for a fancy breakfast but it's even stranger how many people we're cramming at the table. More than should rationally fit but we're making it work. I'm then told in a hypnagogic state that we're going to keep doing this until the end of pride month.
Now I'm returning from this fancy breakfast. I'm heading to another engagement and I'm looking at my outfit. Hmmm, that sweater shirt was essentially see through and it's like I was wearing an odd, slightly slutty lingerie thing under it. It's like a see through belly shirt with a bra under a see through collared short sleave sweater. Not a great look and I def have to change before I head to my next engagement. I head into the bedroom to find a cooler shirt and for a while I'm looking in the mirror but there's no reflection. Am I a goddamn vampire? I don't think so but I'm pretty sure that I'm dreaming.
This sensation continues as my consciousness turns into a car driving into the city for work. As this is happening I know I'm dreaming because like, I'm not a person in a car, I'm the entirety of the car itself and I'm controlling it with my mind. I'm heading into downtown via 99 and there are tons of other vehicles stopped on the road in various lanes that I'm dodging. It's very much like a video game and yep, I'm most certainly dreaming.
6/4/2024 –
I didn’t sleep very well at all tonight but I did have one vision. I’m with another unspecified dude and we’re pitching the game Fallout to some other unidentified, very frumpy looking short white guy who I’d guess is in his 50’s. It definitely seems like this is a situation where we’ve randomly just cornered him, like, this isn’t an official pitch meeting or anything. It seems spontaneous and the other thing that’s odd is that we don’t seem super confident in this pitch.
Like, even we’re not entirely sold on this concept. But we finish up, the guy drops into a crouching position for a second as if this is his thinking stance, briefly gets a very contemplative look on his face, then he’s like:
“You know what? Yeah. That sounds like fun.”
It’s a go.
On another note, I was told that:
“They’ve been manipulating me with my body.”
Last week. It got a bit deeper too because with my Hashimoto’s disease, I am sort of fairly consistently feeling like shit typically 1 day a week. Then I had some more detailed dreams sort of showing me how they’re calculatingly using this to make me blow off classes in the Invisible College. Like, they want me to pass these classes but get barely passing grades while demonstrating that I clearly could ace them if I gave a shit. It’s almost a protest thing. I could be valedictorian if I wanted, but fuck your dumbass school of human exploitation.
Anyway, while meditating on this night I’m sort of going through a dialogue in my head when this deep voice with an African accent sort of tells me:
“I’m done talking to you. I’m talking to your body now.”
And sure enough, I didn’t sleep very well and felt like shit the next day. Uhhh, sure.
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