Bros Night Out of the Body

2/2/2024 –

I’m looking at this game show like competition between entities made of sound. Skeletal circular white line reverberating globes within circular white line reverberating globes, with the white lines being visual representations of the sound vibrations. Basic sound animation graphics in a way but the circle within a circle radar read out concept is pretty choice.

Anyway, I pull out of this weirdness and a voice informs me:

“Are you remotely surprised that some of them were being dishonest?”

The implication being that obviously no, given the competitive nature of the scenario they were just immersed in. It is not remotely surprising that a lot of them were full of shit.

Now things go off the absolute deep end into more surreal than real territory. Another one of those experiences where the dream intensity just ratchets up to another level. I’m watching this play in a small theater when I’m telepathically roped into the performance. The immersion in this dream experience is so unbelievably profound that I’m stunned. What the fuck is going on here?

Wasn’t I supposed to be going to hang out with my wife? I wasn’t planning on going to a play. How on earth did I get wrapped up in all of this? Now I’m back stage with some of the performers and realizing I’m now one of the performers too. I’m waiting for some sort of direction on what to do next. Eventually I’m lead through this back hall onto the stage as part of a big number. They’re telling me how to act and I’m fine with it. I can play along but again, what the fuck? It genuinely feels like I’ve just joined this performance troupe unwittingly.

In the course of all this peculiarity, I’m now pulled out of the arthouse astral theater by this tall muscular dude with an almost like red curly mullet in a blue sci fi super hero looking suit. This is interesting because it’s very much like your prototypical bro scenario of:

“Dude, I just needed to get you out of the fucking house to let loose for once.”

Type thing. I look around and the environment is this exquisite and impossibly to describe miracle. There are like sparkling red jewels protruding from blue dirt mounds. Fantasy and sci fi at the same time but better. Yes, this is why my focus has turned to dreams. Because of this absolutely nutbar level of transcendence from typical human mundanity.

When I look back at the guy I’m like:

“But don’t I just have to go back to my crappy limited existence?”

Note: if it seems like I’m being overly dramatic here my health was pretty bad last week, which you know, isn’t fun.

He doesn’t really know how to answer this but sort of shrugs in a way that makes me think he knows something that I don’t.

This now segues into an amazingly extended psycho-sexual scenario with my wife where she’s possessed by this dark energy. So visually cool and yes, very erotic as if she’s sort of doing the bad girl fantasy I suppose a part of me has on a mostly unconscious level. This is also quite strange because I know that I’m dreaming and that no actual sex is going to happen. Even though I know there won’t be any sexual charge I can touch these mutating overly confident dark energy versions of my wife as much I want and this is a pleasantly extended exercise.

Just wow, all of this feels like it goes on forever through a hundred forgotten configurations. The only other scenario of real note I remember though is chatting with my brother who’s not only explaining to me how I can enter these dream spaces that he’s restricted from but he’s showing me. We’re in his bedroom and there’s this map of restricted black and brown space that looks like an energy void with brown liquid dripping off the perimeter. He can tell that I head in there often and he wishes he could venture with me but he can’t.

As crappy as my health has been lately, I can in fact do some freaky shit. Always look on the bright side of life.   

2/3/2024 –

In this scenario I’m leaving some sort of event and locating, then settling into this Airbnb we’ve apparently rented in an unspecified city, which seems like a smaller city. This is strange because it’s like we’re renting out an entire floor of this corporate office building. I spend quite a bit of time exploring the place before I finally find my room, which isn’t like a room but a white walled corporate meeting space but whatever. It’ll work and at least it’s not the worst cookie cutter corporate office design. The architecture has got some uniqueness to it.

My wife is staying in another room back in the other direction so I head back down this mutating dream office building hallway.

I honestly spent quite a bit of time wandering around this odd astral locale but the only thing I really remember is that at one point there’s a phone call and it’s on this like old school rotary phone that’s ringing in one of the corporate hang out spaces. I grab it randomly and there’s this woman on the other end of the line that explains to me that she’s a former Mormon. As such, part of her Mormon recovery program (for lack of a better term) is to call non-Mormons and connect with the larger society outside Mormonism. My response to this is:

“So this is like part of your deprogramming?”

She is confused by this question.

2/4/2024 –

Only one minor dream tonight. My perspective is that of a woman who’s interested in this man who lives in an apartment with a really great view of Seattle. She’s interested in this guy but she thinks there might be another woman who’s also interested. Her solution to this situation is behaving in a very sexually aggressive manner.

Later I’m shown a scene where the dude is educating her as to how his super fancy coffee machine works. It does look quite complicated.

Now a vision of a hockey grandpa. He’s this classic bald old white guy with glasses and hair on the sides despite there being nothing on top. He’s holding these sticks and his grandchildren are screaming around him in excitement seemingly heading to a match. He seems pretty happy with this and that’s it, that’s the vision.

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