7/20/2024 –
The only dream I really remember tonight involves me waking up and dreaming about lying in bed. Except that I’m lying in bed inside my head and looking at myself lying in bed from a distanced perspective at the same time. It’s a variation of the hovering slightly out of my body thing but the message is crystal. Even more crystal in this presentation format:
“You are a being made of pure imagination and your world is made of pure imagination. You’re dreaming. Try to remember.”
But it’s not even a message, it’s a feeling you see. You know, I’ve never actually achieved the true “hovering above my body” thing that Robert Monroe always talked about but this is roughly the same shit. Probably more profound as it’s a representative of omni-dimensional consciousness where I’m in my head and looking in on my head simultaneously.
On another note, I was just editing the transmissions regarding how it’s not that I have trouble remembering certain aspects of my unconscious life, it’s that it’s incompatible with human narrative constructs. This would be one of those occasions. I can tell so very much is going on beneath the surface but all I remember is a world of sound.
A deep blue spherical world of sound and it feels like I’m swimming in the sublime frequencies. I move from the top of the sphere to the depths and back and it’s like I’m either playing or attending an elaborate collaborative concert with lots of other players. We’re playfully cavorting and conversing with each other as we race around the aquatic energy globe like psi flying fish. This goes for so long and hard that it’s tough to imagine I wouldn’t be able to put a narrative together here but nope, nothing. A human doesn’t understand the concept of narratives made of living song. Instead, I pull out of one of these glorious escapades with the phrase:
“Deep blue time.”
Reverberating through my spirit. It seems like that should be the name of a shoegaze track if it isn’t already.
7/21/2024 –
For a good portion of the night, I’m in this scenario where there’s another layer of reality beneath me and I’m being dropped below what would be my floor and into another classroom area beneath it. Then these rectangular boxes or separate classrooms are being created inside of the base classroom that sort of hover in the middle of the space. They have kind of a concrete color about them and I get the vibe this has to do with the participants sort of being locked into the scenarios they represent.
Later I’m put in one of these scenes. It’s like an overhead view and I’m looking down on it from above, including myself, although it’s like I can control myself like I’m a video game character. What’s this situation that I’ve been put into? Well, the Nazi’s have just taken over. Like, the news has just broke that they won. I’m in a large public space that seems like a shopping mall or a train station or something. All these fascist creeps are celebrating and essentially already going around openly harassing Jewish people and minorities alike and I have zero clue what to do.
I want to stand up for these people but I’m well aware that if I do all that’s going to happen is that I’m going to get taken out too. The smarter strategy would be to plan a more calculated resistance so I’m essentially just sort of trying to hide in the shadows as I skulk out of the public space. The truth is though, I have no clue what to do here but that’s what I’m going with. After a while of this, the scene resets though so I’m guessing that wasn’t the correct answer.
Also, I can’t help but think the scene resetting has to do with you know, repeating patterns in history. In fact, it seemed like a very modern scene, not like in WWII times. It did seem like a locked classroom after all. Gotta keep taking the test until you get it right. Jesus, I am not optimistic about the future of this country, at all.
7/22/2024 –
The first thing I remember is that I’m at some sort of conference that’s wrapping up. The final lecture/ceremony has just ended and there’s one more closing meet and greet/party thing going on a few hours later. For some reason, I decide I want to go kill some time before attending this closing party event so I head out into the surrounding town.
I don’t remember much of this other than that I have to get back to the party thing and for unknown reasons I’m taking a route through this wilderness area. Somehow, while navigating through this nature scene I get two incredibly small leeches on my right hand. As I’m continuing my journey, I’m realizing that I have no idea how to get these leeches off of my hand, so I’m rolling into this closing ceremony thing with leeches on my hand, hoping someone will know how to get them off.
Pretty much the exact second I show up, they’re going into a to a collective toast and I look down from my position on the table and am like:
“Jesus. A glass with the smallest amount of ceremonial champagne for a toast imaginable. One of those kind of parties.”
But I hoist my glass and toast the people around me including my dad anyway. My mom and brother now come over from another table to clink glasses and my mom asks if I’m still going to graft her hair onto my head. Uhhh, no, obviously. This is apparently something I told her in jest that she actually took seriously. Now someone accidentally bumps my left hand. I look down and realize that I was holding a piece of gum that they’ve bumped it into my sweatshirt.
“Fuck, they bumped the gum into my sweatshirt”
I’m thinking as I leave the dream. I can also tell it’ll be quite easy to get off, unlike the leeches.
In the next scenario I’m showing up at a small park on Capitol Hill that has a grassy field and a soccer goal on one side. I’m waiting for my brother and his wife to show up to get our soccer on and when they do I ask what they’ve been up to. My brother’s wife replies:
“Playing around with the force.”
To which I’m like:
“The force. Uhhh, I’m basically a master of the force.”
Somehow her mentioning the force makes me go lucid immediately and I proceed to go absolutely hog. I’m ripping the tops off of buildings and throwing them around like they’re nothing. Eventually I look at them all:
“Oh, we were supposed to play soccer, huh?”
And so I start flinging the ball through the goal repeatedly with my mind. Good times.
Deep blue time!