10/9/2023 -
I'm in a large movie theater. I'm there slightly before most people have arrived and when they start flooding in, I immediately grab what I think are some choice seats near the aisle in the back for my friends. I almost feel guilty about grabbing these seats (I have no idea why) but when I settle in, I realize my seat is too bouncy. It's hard for me to just sit still in this thing because it rocks back and forth wildly. This doesn't seem to bothering anyone other than me, but the seat just keeps rocking slightly uncontrollably. In fact, at one point a guy tries to go by me on the aisle and I have to sort of explain to him:
"Sorry, this seat rocks a bit too much."
Essentially. Not long after this, the perspective shifts and everything's weird. We're in another dimension than the participants on the film's stage and we're observing and controlling them. That's a part of the fun. They all look like silver gray pieces of metallic ice in a way and we're moving them around the stage to amuse ourselves from above. Not the most subtle of metaphors.
The next thing I remember, I'm waking up in a small apartment in the recurring high rise downtown scenario except this time I don't get the vibe I bought this thing with my brother. It seems like we're renting and I'm sharing it with several other artsy people, which is typical. In fact, I'm sharing a room with this other attractive married woman artist with jet black hair and wondering how that's going to work out exactly. The place is very small and cramped but I'm remembering the ridiculous amenities. I know there's a roof deck workout facility and I notice that I do have a desk with a cool city view. In fact, this reminds me of a dream where I had an office with an amazing city view not long ago and I start thinking:
"Oh yeah, this is what that dream was predicting."
Completely oblivious to the fact that I'm remembering this in another dream. The most interesting thing that happens here is that I decide I need to go to the bathroom and when I do I realize that as tiny and compact as the apartment is, we have this super duper luxury bathroom. Not just a bathroom, but there's this gigantic marble room that leads into the bathroom. This has a deck with window and a glorious city view looking south at Lake Union from above. As I'm looking at the size of the room I'm like:
"I didn't think we could have a party in this place but if we held it in here, it'd totally work."
Also, Jesus, it looks like a shared deck but there's an entry way right off our bathroom and the view is bonkers. It isn't until I wake up that the absurdity of the idea of a small low key high rise apartment with a floor plan that's 80% luxury bathroom occurs to me.
10/10/2023 -
After several nights where I'm getting the macro perspective from above, this time it's different. Here I'm on the ground level, in the dark. Hovering in another realm above me are these multi colored aurora borealis looking energy spider things. That's the best way I can describe them. There are these hyper color energy spiders floating above us all in the sky, controlling us in ways we can't comprehend. Hell, most of us don't even think they exist.
On the dream front, here I'm some sort of cop or authority figure working with a couple other cops. We have to interrogate these people to get some important info. We show up at their place, which is this slightly run down older first floor apartment right next to a gas station. We enter the largely unkempt spot and start asking them questions but they're giving us the run around. It's this taller skinny, just got out of bed looking younger man with short scraggly blonde hair and his wife who I honestly don't remember very well.
He's the one doing the talking and again, we're not getting the answers we need. So I turn up the heat and start bullying him essentially. This gets odd because not only am I raising my voice and getting in his face but it's like I'm summoning these translucent energy cubes and briefly placing his being into their center. Eventually he cracks and informs us that the person we're looking for is the owner of the local Wendy's. Ok then.
This now gets very funny because it's like my waking self knows how shady cops are and once I have the answers I need, I apologize to the couple profusely as I'm leaving. Like:
"I'm so sorry we put you through that. We just needed information. I'm very very sorry I disturbed your day."
I'm trying to be bad cop, then good cop apparently. When we leave their run down spot my consciousness now leaves my body and I'm floating above us as we head to the Wendy's. From this perspective, I'm confused by something. There are 3 of us and the other 2 are a either a couple or partners on the police force. Why am I involved here? It's like I'm a third wheel and yet, I'm the one that did the dirty work and got that dude to talk. Still it doesn't quite track.
The next thing I know I'm in a classroom and the session has just ended. As I'm walking out of the place I see the thin pale woman with thick curly red hair I'm now remembering I walked to class with. I get the impression I don't actually know her very well and I'm not sure if she wants to walk with me after class. I'm doing the thing where I'm walking by trying to make it look like I don't care if we walk together even though I absolutely want to, but I do glance in her direction to gauge the sitch. She bites and immediately rushes to my side to ask me if I want to hang out later, which definitely feels like she's asking me out. My in class behavior has seemingly impressed her.
One other thing. At some point I somehow realize that the game Jedi: Survivor has gone on sale and even though I'm not really in the market for a new game, nor have I played Jedi: Fallen Order yet, I decide it's so cheap I'm diving it. This leads to an experience where I'm essentially living in a video game world which is trippy as hell. The trippiest part being that I'm not super impressed with the graphics. Like, this was supposed to be a next gen title but honestly, it's all sort of janky. So not just the experience of living in a video game, but the experience of living in a video game with lackluster pixelated graphics that seem very dated. Other than jumping around and exploring some caves though, I don't really remember much of what happens in this world unfortunately.
10/11/2023 -
Ahh the top floor art school. That's the dream and it starts with me and the guy I've been working on Hidden Extra Skull with moving into small flat on the second floor of this building. It's a crappy almost dorm room type situation and we get there after walking around this unspecified elaborate college town. It's almost like neither of us are entirely clear why we've moved into this spot until a few other residents stop by to say:
"Hey, let's go upstairs so I can show you lay of the land."
And so we take this elevator up to the top floor and holy shit. It's this absolutely ginormous penthouse art space.
What's awesome is that as huge as it is, it looks very run down and old in a way, with wooden floors that look like they should have been replaced years ago but haven't. But that's the point. It's an art space and very much has the vibes of the rented art spaces I've been to in the past, even the band practice spaces I've rented myself. You wouldn't want nice ass floors because things could get messy making art you know. All of it is bafflingly large though and spans multiple floors.
The important thing is to collaborate with all the artists. I'm wondering if there's a music room and I do manage to find it. Anywho, me exploring this massive top floor art space goes on for a very long time and all of it has magnificent vibes. Things that stand out would be that there's this board room type section with the requisite huge desk and circle of chairs. At one point I'm chatting with the director while playing a wood toned bass. He seems like a cool enough guy and I'm jamming on some tapping bass riffs while I'm talking to him and even I'm like:
"Nobody needs tapping bass riffs."
What else. At one point all these people show up and an older gentleman informs me how respected this place is. I seem to be oblivious to its existence before getting accepted. At another point delicious Indian food is served and I'm reminded of one of the odd customs of the place, which is that you're supposed to dissolve all your napkins in water for some sort of unknown environmentally conscious purpose that I don't understand.
One of the highlights is me looking out one of the art school penthouse windows and marveling at all the small house boat like settlements in the bay. I thought this was supposed to be some modest college town but it sure looks like Vancouver, BC.
Anywho, the whole experience is more about vibes than it is narrative depth and what I found most telling when I woke up is that despite hanging in this space for quite some time, I don't remember anyone actually making any art. It genuinely seemed like more of an elitist social club thing and that absolutely tracks 100%. If only I ever had those sort of connections. I got a psychology degree from a football school.
Also, while you're here, do you like psychedelic industrial noise rock? Of course you do!
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