3/14/2023 -
The best way I can describe this is that I'm am living energy coursing rapidly through translucent energy tubes against a background of negative space. What's interesting though is that these tubes don't seem to be set. I am confined within them, but I also seem to be able to create their path via inner thought gestures, which gives me what's essentially free movement. The tube is being created to flow in whatever direction I choose to travel to accommodate the path of my choice on an unconscious level.
What's even more interesting is that I experience this as 3 distinct types of energy. There's the white light lighting electrical energy. Then there's the orange solar energy with sparks of red percolating through it. Then there's of course the hyper-colored psychedelic explosion energy. This goes on for a while before I start to contemplate the alien nature of the experience through the lens of my human self. When I do, I realize that I can separate myself from my first person perspective and then look down on myself from above.
When I do this though, I'm realizing that I'm living psychedelic energy, looking down at living psychedelic energy racing around in a translucent tubule. Something about this is supremely disorienting. I suppose I'm used to being a mass of hyper-color energy looking down at myself as a human, but instead I'm the same thing I'm looking down at from a 3rd person perspective, it's just that I'm in a serene detached state rather than racing through a mind tunnel. This sense of novel disorientation is so jarring it pulls me out of a sleep state.
Later I find myself visiting my friend's new bar. This dream friend is a taller, moderately attractive rocker looking white woman in her 40's with greasy tied up hair who's absolutely covered in mostly black tattoos. Her new joint is this rather large underground structure with multiple drinking rooms and it almost has a dive bar hipster western vibe to it, but actually fairly subtle with the western themes. Definitely retro and modern at the same time, which isn't an easy thing to pull off. We all commend her at how excellent her new establishment is.
Now it's getting near closing time and she wants to rock out with us afterhours style, so she asks if we'll help her close down the bar so we can get the late night partying started sooner. She's basically asking us all to go get the final drink orders for the remaining tables and help close them out. To which I'm like:
"What? You want me to go wait tables? I've literally never done that in my life."
This is entirely true in the waking world. Everyone else immediately starts helping while I'm like, yeah, I don't know. I have exactly zero experience doing this sort of thing. After a few minutes of watching everyone else help out with this task we sort of huddle together near the bar. I'm expressing my reservations and there's this sort of average looking blonde waitress next to me wearing a white t-shirt and a pony tail who starts encouraging me. I get the distinct vibe she's flirting with me to sweeten the pot and when I start getting this vibe, she then transforms into the most beautiful woman in the world.
What's fascinating here is that this is entirely subjective. Like, I do not think most heterosexual men or lesbian women would find her appearance so alluring but it's like her new form is custom made to entrance me specifically. She's pale with jet black hair and incredibly unique facial features. I'm stunned. Again, it's like if you asked me to envision my version of the most sexually attractive woman I could conceive of catered to my own personal specifications, this is what she'd look like.
She then turns around and starts complaining about how she doesn't have a cool outfit to wear to our after hours shenanigans, she's just got this old thing she threw in her locker before work. When I look though, she's now wearing a vintage 70's green and yellow tracksuit, which somehow makes her even more alluring to me.
"It's classic Sonics colors."
I tell her.
That's about where the dream ends.
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