3/9/2023 -
First I'm shown this vision of a hyper color 5 paneled comic about a podcaster. He's born, then he does a shit ton of podcasts, then he dies. This is all he does. That's it, that's the comic and I somehow intuit this telepathically rather than reading the actual panels.
Now I'm doing some recording on the Hidden Extra Skull project I've been working on with my friend Jake for a few years long distance since near the start of the pandemic (debut album should be out soon). I'm laying down tracks with my MPC while he's playing bass and as we're getting near the rather long extended jam coda fade out part of the song I decide I'm going to improv. This has been an instrumental project so far but I suddenly decide I'm going to start singing the chorus of Don't Dream it, Be it from the Rocky Horror Picture Show in rhythm with the beat while running it through my Boss delay pedal and twiddling knobs.
As I start doing this, my consciousness starts magnetically pulling itself out of my head and into the room.
"Don't dream it, be-e it!"
The longer this goes on and the more passionately I sing, the more I turn into pure white light smoky bliss energy. I am no longer my body, I am living sound incarnate, the beating current of the star filled astral plane. I wake up nearly in tears marveling at the overwhelming beauty of this experience.
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