3/30/2023 -
A wave of deep dream visions. There are floating blue orbs controlling all these handsome men who are building some sort of cosmic superstructure. That's basically all I can make out. I've had several of these deep dreams recently and they're sort of different from liminal or hypnagogic visions. It almost feels as if my entire consciousness has become a giant orb that's overflowing with this radiant narrative energy. I know there's a ton going on but when I get back into a waking state I can't make out much of it, which is frustrating. As pointed out last night though, the theme is consistent with humans being energetic beings temporarily pretending to be humans, in this case controlling them like puppets. That is the overarching theme of most of this stuff.
What's fascinating though is that when I do pull out of this cosmic orb state I'm informed that I don't have the ability to understand what's going on here as a human, which again fits the theme. Very succinct. It's not that you're not remembering this stuff, it's that you don't have the ability to comprehend it when locked into a waking state. Several nights in a row with the theme of construction on the astral plane though. They're building something.
In various liminal states throughout the rest of the night I'm shown how the timing was off with a couple of projects I was developing and that "they" were intentionally delaying me, which is sort of how it felt.
In a dream state I'm listening to these tapes of old jams I did with a drummer in high school. What's crazy about this is that I'd near completely forgotten about this minor chapter in my musical history. I did in fact jam with my friend who was a drummer in my other friend's basement way back in the day. We'd freeform jam for hours and I believe all I had was a distortion and wah pedal at that point. We even played a 40 minute set at a party in said basement one time due to peer pressure alone pretty much. We were pretty drunk but people asked for it. Some of it was passable and we were surprisingly competent at pure improv. So I'm listening to this tape and then another old friend starts singing in a fairly basic yell-y almost hardcore style. When this happens in the dream, I think that I should send this tape to the dude because I don't think he's ever done anything musical since.
I wake up out of this and am honestly sort of surprised that I don't actually have tapes of this stuff as I somehow do have shittons of tapes of music I made as a teenager. I know I used to have at least an hour and half of this shit, including the live performance. Also, I'm totally remembering who sang on that project wrong in the dream. It was actually the guy who had the basement. He was basically my only other arty friend in high school and I lost touch with him immediately thereafter. I did hear through another friend how he became a rapper in Austin though and even have one of his albums. That's neither here or there but the nature of how dreams can drudge up completely lost memories is fascinating.
It was mostly instrumental but I'd completely forgotten there were in fact stretches with vocals from Austin rapper dude. I wake up honestly kind of disappointed that I don't have these live mic tapes but whatevs. Then the more I think about it though I realize that one of the tracks that had improv vocals on it was essentially a comedic rant about a creep who abducts kids in his van and one of the lines was about as racist as humanly possible. Never mind. I'm glad I don't have those tapes. Oh, the 90's white guy edgelord comedy thing. It hasn't aged well, at all. They were just telling me about timing.
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