2/23/2024 –
One of those dreams where I get the distinct experience of partying in the real world. Is it yet another family gathering. Yep? A wedding once again. Just one of those situations where excessive drinking is implied and we start hitting it right as I arrive. A lot of this seems to be outside in the deciduous woods adjacent to a large indoor cabin type venue. Just like partying excessively in the waking world, most of this is a blur.
I recall learning that it was brother’s wedding while he’s up on stage and knowing something’s off. Haven’t I been here before? I have but I explain it away to myself because he did have a first wife.
And that’s really it. The enjoyable experience of getting ripped among old family and friends. But then when I wake up the next day I’m pissed at my brother. We’re getting out of tents and he wants to hang around but I want to bolt.
“Jesus. This is why we need to drive in separate cars.”
And yet I’m realizing that what I’m saying is quite impractical. Is it though? It doesn’t matter because we didn’t drive in separate cars this time so I’m stuck. I head over to eat breakfast at this enormous wooden table where once again only sweets are being served. Second time that metaphor has come up in the last week. I start biting into an overly ripe banana but after eating half of it realize:
“Oh shit. I’m not supposed to be eating for like an hour and a half after taking my medication when I wake up.”
This realization pulls me into a waking state. The fascinating part happens later as I pull into a meditative trance. Now this video game-esque text dialogue box comes up with a corresponding voice explaining that I’m totally missing the metaphor with the banana. It then replays the visual metaphor in the same screen as the text. That wasn’t accidental and thing is I know it. I shouldn’t be eating bananas because of my Hashimoto’s disease and I’ve continued to do so for years. I knew what this meant and was intentionally ignoring it so they stepped in and reminded me in arthouse fashion.
2/24/2024 –
A night full of scenarios far beyond standard human narrative comprehension. I pull out of 4 or 5 different otherworldly scenes and the only thing I can really bring back with me is the purple alien tentacle thing. At one point I reached out my arm and it turned into a freaky alien tentacle extension that splintered into 100 other freaky alien tentacle things, all manipulating various far out plotlines on the surface level of a distant mind planet simultaneously, tying them all together.
The next thing I can piece together is being in an arty cyberpunk underground tunnel type scenario. At some point my mom asks me to apply for jobs for like 15 different people she’s trying to help out and I do. After more lengthy long forgotten underground sci fi tunnel scenarios, I now reconvene with my mother and she’s freaking out about how I did the thing she asked me to do.
“Some of those people don’t even live in the right area for the jobs.”
She tells me and I’m all:
“So if one of those people gets an interview, have them call and politely bow out of the interview.”
In a liminal state I’m then told something along the lines of:
“Remember who you work for.”
The higher dimensional angelick super freaks. I remember. The weak and powerless.
Now I’m in the “new place” up the road. Such a common theme in my dream life and here I’m simply captivated by the second floor view. There are windows in all directions. Out one side there’s a view of the ocean and I’m noticing that when the tide is low the algae tinged beach extends out much farther than usual. Then in the other direction in the distance there’s the evergreen hills surrounding the lakefront development. I’ve never been super enamored with this view I think to myself, but when the fog is rolling in over the emerald hills it’s quite exquisite. It’s clearly a bit out of the city though this new place. That’s for sure.
2/25/2024 –
A long night of hypnagogic visions where I’m living inside this odd piece of software and explaining to people why it doesn’t work. This all comes across like there are all these rusty rectangular pieces of metal and I’m showing someone why these rusty rectangular pieces of metal aren’t configured in a way that’s going to function.
“See? Do you see how this piece here is designed to control the uptake of these little dots and it can’t do that properly because it’s now hovering over there?”
Shit like that for the entire night and the only variation is that at one point I decide to leave the crappy rusty metal software simulation and turn into pure light. As I do these two women’s hands try to grasp at the light that I am becoming as I exit.
I wish I could say this series of visions doesn’t make sense but it’s a direct reference to my stupid ass day job where we’ve literally been working on software that obviously isn’t going to work, then being surprised that, shocker, the thing that quite obviously wasn’t going to work doesn’t in fact work. I’ve been trying to point out that it wasn’t going to work the entire time. And yep. Back to work on Monday here.
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