7/17/2024 –
I’m in class and I’m bored. This fellow student is starting a new project involving trying to further the work of Genisis P Orridge and Jesus Christ am I immediately tuning out at the mere mention of this. The teacher is super enthusiastic and excited though which make my eyes roll back in my head about as far as possible. There is no reason for me to pay attention to any of this except Krysten Ritter is sitting on the other side of the dude throwing devious stares in my direction. She looks dirty. Not in a sexual way, she just looks ragged. Like she hasn’t showered or slept in days in her baggy striped sweater getup.
I pretty much intentionally blank out the rest of the class. When I’m coming back to, it’s thankfully over but Krysten Ritter is right there waiting for me. She’s got the look of lust and she tells me she’s going to see me in church on Saturday. I have no clue what she’s talking about but this image of what looks like a small DIY venue pops into my headspace. Very much like the old Josephine in a way. Oh yeah. I have been there before in some prior part of the night I’ve already lost. Did I say I was going to show up on Saturday? I start thinking about my wife and nah, I am not buying this lady’s pitch, as flattered as I am by her apparent interest in me. You lost me at church.
This is the only dream I really remember so I dig into it more while meditating and am essentially told in no uncertain terms that this woman would destroy my life. No subtlety here: this woman would lead you to ruin.
Ok then. Now a vision of like a Hollywood red carpet press event. Tons of people in tuxedos and the big question is:
“Who set him up with the drugs?”
Now I’m surrounded by a hundred different floating mind screens.
“There are so goddamn many shows, I was never even really into that one anyway.”
Ok then.
In a waking state, if I’m putting it all together, Krysten Ritter? That seemed super odd because I haven’t watched anything with her in it or read a single article about her in years. I guest the thing I watched the most with her in it was Jessica Jones and she’s a traumatized alcoholic in that. One that was mind controlled too. She was also in Breaking Bad. Plays a drug addict there as well. I have zero other associations with her outside of this but it tracks.
As I’m walking my dogs the Matthew Perry investigation for some reason occurs to me in regards to the red-carpet scenario. The most interesting interview I ever read with Gen involved what I found to be shocking ketamine use if I’m being honest. He did start a shitty cult. Yep, yep. This all does seem to sum up my feelings on that whole brand of magick in a nutshell. Self-destruction masquerading as spirituality. I do in fact pretty much tune all that shit all the way out to the best of my abilities.
7/18/2024 –
I’m ganj-i-tating and my mind is filled with the image of this retro-looking boxy TV screen. There’s really like one central box here but it keeps cycling through different looking sets from roughly the 50’s through the early 2000’s I’m guessing. No flat screens. On the tube is this ghostly not quite static energy. Like smoky ectoplasm static. I can tell there’s a plot going on here but the energy is too amorphous to single out any kind of coherent narrative through the shifting smoke. I then pull out of this experience being told:
“It all turns you into poop.”
Was TV the beginning of the end? Was watching a fake version of reality through a screen the spark that started our current levels of toxic dementia? That’s be my interpretation but I could probably come up with others.
In the next segment, I’m being shown this new fashion sensation, which is like a silver metallic contraption that fits on one’s stomach. There are 2 silver pieces that attach to your sides that are connected by these thin strips and another rectangular metallic piece that affixes to your tummy and connects into your belly button. I get the vibe getting one is akin to a new kind of piercing.
I don’t understand this at all but I’m invited to a party in my friend’s underground space that I feel like I should hit up. I’m supposed to bring some sort of party favor so I look around my place and find a box of collected rain water. That’s never going to go to waste I think to myself but I’m more sold on it because it’s right there and I don’t have to make an extra stop before the party.
I head out and when I say underground, you essentially have to crawl through a hundred-foot tunnel to even get to her burrowed in cave space. I show up with my box of collected rain water. It’s the perfect gift. So perfect I’m the second one to have gone this route. It’s funny because these rainwater boxes with handles seem to be mass marketed and almost have like a funny papers style collection of colorful art on them. After showing up and saying hi, my friend pretty quickly tells me she’s getting one of those new-fangled metallic stomach armor pieces that have become so trendy. Knowing this friend, I’d guess this is some sort of Ozempic dispensing tech or some shit. Maybe without the meds. Again, only a guess.
In the next situation, I’ve taken up rock climbing, which is something a lot of people that know me don’t understand at all. They think it’s dangerous but I’m explaining to them that it’s not and I’m mostly right. It’s not like real rock climbing. There are basically these large invisible holes in the rocks that I can insert my entire limbs into and I’m just going from one to the next. So it’s pretty easy to traverse but I do get pretty damn high up by the end of my routine.
This is all fine and good until at one point I start getting some minor spasms in my right arm fairly far into the course. It’s no big deal and I know I can still make it but it does fuck with my head a little bit. Like, if I did have a serious issue or injury, I’d basically be dead or permanently paralyzed or worse. Sure it does seem incredibly unlikely that this would happen but as I’m looking at how hard a fall it would be, possibly onto some very jagged rocks I’m like:
“I’m mainly doing this for exercise and there are lots of other kinds of exercise where I wouldn’t be risking impending death so…”
One final vision. It’s Willem Dafoe’s creator character from the movie Poor Things but he’s a sorcerer rather than a scientist here. He’s already created the perfect romantic companion (although that’s not what happens in the film) and now he wants to make another perfect type of companion. A dog of course, and with this I have a vision of this almost crudely cobbled together Golden Retriever. It does look strangely adorable. As I’m contemplating the vision in a liminal state I’m now told:
The story is always going to end in tragedy.
And it’s talking about the human story on a broader sense, although I once watched a stand-up comic comment on how all pets are impending tragedies on a fundamental level because you’re typically going to outlive them. He had a point although I found it a tad cynical. Second time with humans being compared to dogs in the last few days. Our world is but an experiment. A test database, as they once showed me. That’s the broken story we’re living inside of. It’s a parody and an amazingly dark one at that. It only seems like a tragedy if you’re living inside of it, otherwise it’s very funny.
7/19/2024 –
About last night’s dream. I woke up today (the 20th) and my wife was upset because one of her favorite internet pugs had passed away. He was a staple of my feed as well. Def seems like pre-cog. I actually didn’t sleep very well on the night of the 19th but I did in fact still have a series of weird visions.
I’m looking at a cool looking space suit type thing that’s got a large gas mask looking helmet attached with all this orange glass. Not long after I’m looking at this blue/gray icon from above. It’s has this smoke pattern on top that’s formed into a skull and crossbones type indicator. As I dig into the meaning of this series of visions I’m told:
“It’s an indicator of what caliber of person you are.”
Definitely very post-apocalyptic vibes. Now I’m looking at the face of an animated character from a super hero show. He’s got white face paint with a black lining around the outer rim of his face, like a mime I suppose. He’s an angular looking white dude but a bit shady looking in a way with his slicked back black hair. The painted in sharp sliver of a mustache isn’t helping this initial impression of potentially sus ethics either. As I’m contemplating this vision, I’m told:
“Thanks dad.”
I uhhh. It’s almost like the guy was wearing white face. Not a mask either. Paint. Pretending to be someone else was the impression I got and again, it is comic book shit.
Next a vision of a person on a stationary exercise bike. They think this will take them to their destination but obviously it’s not actually moving at all. I have no idea how I know this about them but I do.
In the next scene a very young Walt Goggins is crouching on what looks like a diving board over a pristine lake with a fabulous deciduous forest behind him. He’s partially bald with a large puff of permed hair in the back. He’s much younger and this very much feels like the 80’s. The lo fi feel to the video quality is helping sell it. It’s like he’s trying to sell me fallout shelters or some shit.
One final vision of a quite nerdy looking dude in a 1950s looking black and white photograph. He appears to be at a party with his wife sitting at a fancy restaurant table and he’s got the same mustache and slicked back black hair as the white super hero guy. Imposed into the background of this retro-photo is an image of the moon. As if he’s deriving his powers from lunar enchantment or a message about the space race I suppose. Come to think of it. The stationary bike to nowhere? That very much tracks with what NASA’s currently all about. Our dumb space race military bullshit. The apocalypse. All of this plays. Thanks boomers.
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