Fictional North Seattle

11/9/2023 -

It's been so long since I've visited the fictional neighborhood of North Seattle I created on the astral plane that I'd almost forgotten about it. Technically I've created a fictional Greenwood neighborhood, and completely invented another neighborhood that's sort of a combination of Magnolia and North Ballard, but with a higher elevation.

In this situation the two are sort of bleeding together. First my wife and I find this new bar in the hip dream Greenwood area I've created. Then it sort of warps and the place is now in the entirely invented high ground fantasy hood looming above the city. We're loving this spot and I must confess, the design is excellent. What they're doing is accentuating the charm of the old architecture building to make it delightfully "crunchy" as my NorCal friend would say. Bright colors making it look modern but in no way futuristic. Neo-hippie old Seattle vibes. Fine work.

We meet this group of people roughly our age there and they invite us to a party in the same fantastical enclave of the city. My wife and I are now discussing this at home and I'm skeptical. On one hand, it's always great to meet new friends, on the other I get the distinct impression the only reason we were invited to this thing is because this one handsome blonde dude wants to get in my wife's pants. She wants to go and it's hard to say no, but at the same time I find the whole thing beyond sus.

We decide yes and when we get there the house has the same excellent aesthetic vibes (which I must admit reek of North Seattle rich white people privilege if I'm being honest). One of the main reasons they invite people over is that their upstairs bedroom has a great view of this flooded out Venice style waterway street. It does look pretty cool and wow, I guess this neighborhood now has a touristy waterway street for unexplained reasons. Fascinating.

Then there's the sus. Of course this dude is trying to get in my wife's pants and he can't even hide how annoyed he is that I'm there. I'm going to have to keep a close eye on the sitch, except that somehow this thing happens where a group of other people convince me to head out with them to check out this attraction. We walk a couple of blocks over and holy shit! There's like this enormous free climbing wall/amusement park weirdness carved into the solid rock mountain face. It's as if we're now high up on Mount Ranier but it's just a few streets away from these people's pad.

Absolutely excellent, and yet I can't enjoy it because wasn't my wife supposed to be heading out to check this thing out too? She hasn't arrived yet and neither has the sus bro. How convenient. This is when I wake up and when I get back under, and after many mystery shenanigans in this same subconsciously generated locale I'm now at another party, in a house with an incredibly similar aesthetic. It's got the crunch and Keanu Reeves is just hanging out in the kitchen wearing an all black casual outfit.

I'm grabbing a beer and he's standing there by himself. Normally I wouldn't go up and talk to a random celebrity but it's one of those situations where it would almost be more awkward if I didn't. He's just standing there drinking by himself and all. So I do and I have zero clue what to talk to Keanu Reaves about but he's super duper nice and he brings up the Matrix, although I'm not sure in what capacity. I remember my insight being something in regards to how it must have been weird not knowing how influential and widely referenced that movie would be, particularly in creepy conspiracy circles. I'm sure I didn't mention how I presciently predicted that the sequels would suck immediately after watching the first one. I hate being right.

Anyway, he actually comes over and chats with me a couple other times during the course of the party as it's not like a super packed event. Seems like maybe 15 people. But of course, when we're walking out the door down the stone stairs he dashes in and asks out my wife right in front of me. What the fuck?

As we drive home on the mirror reflecting rain drenched highway streets into the towering greenbelts of the astral cityscape (I cannot stress how excellent this visual is), we're both stunned.

Neither one of us can believe he was that shameless and she's thoroughly disgusted by it. Crazy and what a pro move. It's some wolf in sheep's clothing shit. Be super nice to the husband so he won't even be mad when you seduce with his wife.

11/10/2023 -

In liminal visions I'm being shown these new psychic self defense features that I've recently implemented. Not only can I detect entities coming into my psi space, I can now read their minds to understand their motives. Obvious wizard shit, what good is detection if you don't even know if there's any threat? I needed sight beyond sight. Not everyone's hostile and I'm actually told something fairly fascinating on that front. There are places I need to go but first I need to:

"Clean up my mess."

All of this tracks in fact, I have yet another dream where I'm gathering all my belongings together so I can embark on some grand new adventures. This time my family's all in trains and my younger brother is in trouble with the law. Russian law quite specifically. We're hoping we can get him out of it and his lawyers are working frantically, but Kremlin authorities show up and inform us that not only are they taking him, but his lawyers also might be in deep shit just for helping.

My bro's not there but his attorney is freaking the fuck out. He's this thin necked dweeby white guy with round rimmed metal glasses in a suit and he is sweating fucking bullets while my brother is nowhere to be found. I now look out the train car door and this ominous looking black submarine single train car has shown up to ferry him away. It very much looks like a futuristic bullet hearse.

Another quaint looking single train car with almost a German Oktoberfest vibe to it is loading up to take my family in another direction and it seems like I have mysterious plans to embark somewhere else entirely. Fascinating.

Oh, and one other thing, I've been watching this excellent Phillip K. Dick show Electric Dreams from 2018 and now the Keanu thing from the night before tracks. A Scanner Darkly. Arguably the best Dick adaptation of all time and I haven't watched it in15 years at least. I'm on it.

11/11/2023 -

It's the typical thing where I get on the bus except that I'm pretty sure this isn't the right bus. Yep, it's going way up north and I fall asleep. When I wake up I realize the bus is coming back into the city although I don't know where. That was a convenient nap and wouldn't you know it, the most random person I could possibly conjure into my memory from high school just wandered on the bus and we have the most awkward acknowledgement of one another's existence imaginable. Yes, I remember you. Little more.

The bus is in fact headed to the University District because of course it is. Not perfect but I should easily be able to cop another bus to Ballard from here. When I get out I realize there's now roughly 5 of the most random people from high school I could possibly conjure from my unconscious and somehow by trying to leave the bus I'm blocking this little skit they're doing, so I'm like, gotcha, I'll stand over here for a moment...then I'm off. I want to walk through the grounds but there are semi-surly looking grounds crewmen and all this freshly planted grass I have to avoid. Now it's getting impossible to walk for unknown reasons. You'd think I'd catch onto the fact that I'm dreaming but nope.

After getting up and back under I'm now in a mysterious bedroom and I'm sharing the bed with this gay couple. I wake up and start having an almost panic attack about how I keep compulsively taking college classes even though I've already graduated. Why? Why do I keep doing this? What is wrong with me? Then this kind of arty sequence where these classes appear on these paper cards that start flashing tan and brown while my entire consciousness gets wavy and distorted.

Which is why the gay couple I'm for some reason sharing my bed with offer me a joint. It's this shorter thin white dude and his slightly thicc Latino boyfriend, both of whom have the same parted while short on the sides black cropped hairstyle. They're both wearing white t shirts and as I walk over to the bed I'm noticing it's just a mattress on the floor. I haven't slept on a mattress on a floor since college and they're lighting up the J without even getting out of bed. A pre-rolled joint to start the day before even leaving the mattress on the floor. I like the cut of these dude's jib.

The one other thing I remember is hanging with two of my brothers. I start explaining the dream I just had to one of them and in the course of doing so, have trouble remembering why I found this dream that I'm describing significant in the first place. Seems kind of boring now that the words are coming out of my mouth, which is exactly how I feel writing about last night's dreams right now.

After I give up explaining the dream, my younger brother comes over and hands me a novelty score card for like Yahtzee or some shit with a -0 as the final tally in the upper right hand corner of the card. He tells me this is because of Travis Kelce.

I must say that I'm kind of impressed that my brother made novelty -0 scorecards just so he could hand them to people when they've taken an L. I mean, that's committing to a bit and my dream story did suck. On the other hand I loudly proclaim:

"Wait a minute, I'm not a Travis Kelce fan!"

This is entirely true. Go Seahawks.

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