9/16/2023 -
I didn't eat enough which lead to me not sleeping very well but I do remember one dream. My perspective is hovering in the air overlooking what comes across like a television version of a 5th floor newspaper office that's also a school in t his 1960's construction style office building. This I'd say late 40's white woman with long curly brown hair wearing a sleeveless black shirt and jeans is upset. She'd done several black and white cartoons on her small white paper notepad but several of the pages have been ripped out and she has no idea how.
She's freaking out about it and eventually goes to the instructor/editor, who's this thin older I'm guessing Latino woman with short black hair and she's like:
"I don't know what to tell you, those are still due."
"But the pages got torn out somehow?"
"They're still due on time though."
That's it, that's the dream.
9/17/2023 -
Same sort of deal as last night. Still sort of off physically which messed with my sleep but I do remember a few things. I'm on an airplane, apparently even in first class but there are no stewardesses as they've apparently been replaced by these slightly menacing looking tech tubes. When I say menacing I mean that there's so many gears and components in these things it's overwhelming and honestly, it looks like if you put your hand in too far it'd probably get cut off by some variety of spinning sharp metal. So whenever you want a new drink or more peanuts or whatever, you summon those things through these creepy tech tubes rather than asking actual people.
It's fairly interesting that I wake up and immediately realize the impossibility of this given how much space the tubes would have to take up in the aircraft's physical structure. I think the point was that some jobs simply aren't going to be eliminated by tech. As a matter of fact, it explains the cartoonist lady vision I had the night before. Cartoonists? Yes, they could absolutely be replaced by AI. Airline staff? Nope.
Anyway, the only other thing I remember is landing in this plane. As we're landing, all of the passengers almost assume we're going to crash because the whole journey has been so shitty but we do in fact land fine. I actually look around the cabin and think to myself:
"I'm pretty sure all of us can agree that this was the worst travel experience any of us have ever had."
I don't entirely remember why this is although I know it involved multiple unplanned stops and detours. One other thing, as this was the last day of my weekend I was wondering if I'd have a dream about needing to get back to work/school and yes, this is part of why I'm so annoyed with this awful plane trip. It took far longer than expected and it's the same anxiety about needing to get back to work/school.
9/18/2023 -
I wake up but I'm not in my room but rather in some sort of swanky beach side mansion. There are huge windows overlooking the other beachfront properties and a bunch of people are out partying and swimming in the middle of the night. The beaches are lighted by the various expensive properties and I'm sort of shocked that people are still out swimming at 1 o'clock in the morning. How I came to the conclusion it's 1 in the morning I have zero clue but I don't contemplate this long before I decide that I'm going to join them, which I do. Holy crap is the water warm. It's low key like a bathtub as I relax with my arms up on the sandy beach, body immersed in the calming waves.
The next thing I remember, it's day time and I'm going downstairs to get some writing done in my office. The strangest part of this experience is staring at the fresh concrete wall in my basement man cave. It's this very new, unique looking type of concrete and for some reason it trips me out. I've seen this before but where? Nowhere in the waking world. Deja Vu for a dream that possibly never happened. It's also apparently my birthday and I'm supposed to go out with my mom and buy a fancy new pair of sneakers but this doesn't strike me as right. I explicitly decided I wasn't going to get a new pair of fancy sneaks this year because I already have enough honestly.
Now my sister shows up, except that she's not my step sister in waking life, she's this tall thin rocker woman with jet black spiky dyed hair wearing ripped black jeans and a calculatedly ripped spandex shirt. I've never met this woman in my life but we chat for a bit. I leave to go get some food and she playfully tackles me from behind in the hallway. The only other thing I remember is that the dream ends with me writing in the sun in what's apparently my upstairs office. The rays feel glorious on my skin as I bang out the pages effortlessly.
9/19/2023 -
In a hyper charged visionary state I'm playing what's like a space exploration video game, except that it's an astral plane exploration game so rather than searching for potential planets I can land on, I'm scanning the planets to find lifeforms I can incarnate as. As I'm scanning through these various types of bodies it's telling me whether my soul structure is compatible with this type of species. I scan for a while before I find one that looks suitable and whoosh. I wake up with a start in my body, very amused.
All something they've shown me before, which is that space exploration sci fi of the Mass Effect/Starfield/Star Trek variety is all a metaphor for how non corporeal beings search for and incarnate into "strange new worlds" as it were. In fact, they've pointed this out to me specifically. You wanted to seek out novel new realms captain. There's nothing more fucked up and out there than the talking monkey shit show we exist in. This much I concede.
For the rest of the night some rather boring dreams where I keep waking up, joining a narrative where I'm supposed to be going to some family party, then going back under again. At one point I go shoe shopping. I find some retro-90's Jordans I like but they're predictably more than I want to pay.
The only other thing I remember is that at one point I'm looking at myself in the mirror shirtless and I have 3 pectoral muscles. I keeping looking at myself like, what the fuck? Why do I have 3 pectoral muscles? It isn't until I wake up that the joke hits me. Ahhh yes, incarnating into strange new bodies. In this scenario I incarnated as the 3 tittie Total Recall alien. Lol.
What else, one minor nugget from my meditation session. A younger looking Asian woman is sleeping on a thin silver metal sculpture that's I'd say roughly 5 feet off the ground. She's apparently caught a bunch of shit for this but my friend comes up and is like:
"I would have passed out there as well."
While you're here, do you like psychedelic industrial noise rock? Of course you do.
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