5/29/2023 -
Many hard to fathom dreams that all take place inside this large black hyper-cube looking astral narrative time space with hot red energy streaks running through the sides. It's like a black hyper-cube made out of smaller black hyper-cubes that's held together by vibrant red electrical energy. What do I remember about these dreams? Some of them involved a guy I used to live across the street from when I was a kid and they existed in a universe where Joe Biden was constantly shirtless. Like, no, really, that's the only thing I really remember. In this realm, part of Joe Biden's popularity has to do with his constant shirtless pics. It's sort of a thing here and what he's known for. He's often the only shirtless person in these pics which makes it even weirder. I'm looking at this White House Christmas pic and it has a beach theme, seemingly just so he can be shirtless, which is the joke. Even though all of the rest of his staff and family are on the beach, he's the only one that's shirtless.
After the black cube visions recede, I'm now looking at a white mostly empty room from above. We can't even really see the inhabitants of this room, but we're influencing them by releasing this white light energy in from the open sides of the room. The walls in the room recede to let in this white light energy in and it slowly expands into the space, influencing the invisible residents. This very much seems like an experiment and we're seeing how much we can control them with this white light energy.
Now I'm sort of scolded for being lazy and I must confess, for the second night in a row it seems like I could have remembered more from my dream life than I do, I simply wasn't focusing like I know I can. Fair point. I absolutely feels like there was info on the table in that black cube sitch I could have pulled forth from the ether but failed to. What was going on with my childhood neighbor exactly?
To hammer this home, later in the night I'm at the Invisible College. I take one class and am pretty much immediately like, OK, that's it. I'm out. On my way out the door of the wood paneled university setting, I pass by another one of my professors (or former professors or whatever). He's this taller slightly overweight balding white guy in his 40's and as he walks by me and asks if I have some commentary on this book he's discussing with a student. I have zero idea what he's talking about. I look back and enquire as to what he's getting at and he's sort of like:
"Exactly!"
3/30/2023 -
First this utterly bizarre vision. I'm waiting in line to buy a drink at some swanky bar. There are 2 taller white gentlemen chatting behind me who are illuminated, almost like in a video game. There's like a glowing icon indicating that these are people of note. I'm right in front of them in line and when the stocky bald light skinned black bartender frees up to take my order, I think he's going to ask what the people behind me want to order, but instead he talks in these strange buzzing sounds that make zero sense to me.
Now I'm in my old elementary school in Ohio with my wife. We walk past this light skinned black man with floppy hair and piercing blue eyes and my wife comments on how hot he is. I'm sort of annoyed by this and am like:
"I know you slept with that dude, if you could not throw that in my face as a courtesy, that'd be great."
The next thing I know we're sharing an urban apartment with all these other tenants. I'm now with my college girlfriend and we're sharing a bed in the living room. The only way to make this work is if we took the bullet and agreed to sleep on the couch in the living room. As I'm lying in bed contemplating how feasible this is with people constantly coming in and out of the living room around us, one of our roommates sits down on the bed. The lady who sings the Spider Woman song is here and he's too shy to go chat her up, so he wants me to do it.
I look over and there's this older black woman with a beehive haircut dressed up in an all mauve colored quite fancy 60's dress with a matching mauve hat. I go over and start chatting her up and after having pleasant conversation for a while I'm like:
"C'mon. We all want to hear you sing the Spider Woman song."
As she does, the lights are off but anytime she hits the chorus, I turn them on and there's this enormous rubber spider I have hanging from the ceiling. It is freaking everyone the fuck out which I find hilarious because it's a theme song to a super hero show.
If I'm honest, this is probably the most cryptic series of dreams I've had since I started recording them daily. I will say that I did not know that there was a Uriah Heep song called Spider Woman before this dream, from an album called The Magician's Birthday no less. I uhhh, I still got nothing.
3/31/2023 -
The night starts with hypnagogic visions referencing the game Control. There are these ritual circle save points in that game and in this vision we're a group of higher dimensional entities manipulating the lives of the lower dimensional beings who gravitate near these portals. Standard stuff in my world.
Later I do the waking up from a dream in a dream thing. When I do I realize I have time to kill before work so I head down to the "downtown" Ballard area for lack of a better term. I try to go into this book store/brunch place but when I go down the stairs to enter the place this trendy looking waitress with tattoos and thick black rimmed glasses stops me. They're still setting up and won't be open for another hour or so.
"Oh yeah"
I think to myself. I'd forgotten how early it is. As I walk out of the establishment and onto the main drag this random person accosts me.
"Hey Thad! Good to see you."
Except I only have vague memories of this person. He invites me back to his nearby apartment and I'm sitting on the couch with him confused. It seems like we dated at some point but I don't remember being gay. Neither does he. Did we used to date? Are we gay? No idea. He has a fairly small apartment though and it's bonkers because he's showing off his collection of DVDs. He has the expanded like ultimate edition of all these unbelievably terrible action movies which don't actually exist in the waking world, and yet I can tell they absolutely suck just by looking at the covers. I'm like, wow, that is some terrible taste in films my dude, although of course I don't say this.
I inquire if he has any video games and yup. An enormous shelf filled with plastic boxes of physical games. Even in the dream world I find this weird as I haven't bought a physical copy of a game in nearly a decade. Also, I somehow know that this guy has fantastically defined shoulder muscles, which just pops into my mind in a vision while I'm chatting with him.
The next thing I remember I'm on a large wooden pier that I suppose is similar to Santa Cruz, where I briefly lived. I've just bought this rare multi-colored Octopus creature and as I'm explaining the purchase to the man outside the shop I bought it at he mentions to me that whatever the hell species it is that I bought are notorious escape artists. The second he mentions this, the psychedelic tentacled creature jumps out of the store window, expertly scuttles for a bit on the railing of the pier, then jumps into the water.
Once it does this both me and the other dude are like:
"Oh shit, those things are an invasive species."
It seems like letting it go in the wild is maybe the right thing to do however but it's a dream and I'm controlling the dream on an unconscious level. The thing can sense my reservations and it comes back to the shore to say goodbye. I race off the pier to meet it. Is it going to be OK on it's own? It seems unsure what to do but as I'm considering it, an aquatic golden retriever swims up next to it and they start playing. The thing is goddamn adorable and this re-assures me a bit but I'm still unsure. Is it going to be OK? Does it need my help to exist in this world since it had apparently been in captivity for god only knows how long? Is the sea retriever really going to be its friend or is it just trying to get my attention for food? None of this is resolved.
Now I'm driving by a fictional universe old job that never existed. I decide to pop in for a bit and a lot of people that used to work there years ago when I did still do. Also, they are mostly completely indifferent to my visit.
This transitions into a conversation with someone of seeming importance where I'm sort of sadly explaining my past glories as a semi-popular internet writer. As we're walking down the street I bust out this book with an interview with me talking about sorcery. Look at these cool pictures they made of Doctor Strange that they included with the interview I point out. They are fucking cool but also, it's sort of sad because there's definitely:
"Remember when I used to be somebody"
Type vibes to the whole interaction.
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