6/20/2024 –
So much going on this night and I’m only able to recall a fraction of it. Most of the events at the front end involve a party at my old basement place. This is a semi-fancy/fun gathering and my old crappy basement apartment seems strangely palatial. All I really remember from this is that at one point I’m showing everyone how to sled off the couch with this plastic CD book I used to own years ago. Obviously this makes zero sense but it is incredibly fun in this sitch. Not everyone really gets it though and I’m kind of confused because it’s unquestionably awesome.
What else? At one point we’re hanging outside in the back yard smoking weed in a pagoda that never existed. When we come back in my brother is pulling a prank where he’s dressed up like a harry monster and trying to jump scare people but I’m not buying it for a second. Like, dude, that didn’t work at all. In another sitch, I’m about to leave the party and I’m sitting at a table with Charles Barkley. There’s a piece of very delicious looking lasagna sitting in front of me but I’m not super hungry. Yep. I think I’m going to wrap this up and take it with me.
And I head out and eventually find myself in this amazingly bizarre astral world carnival. Incredibly difficult to explain but at a certain point we’re realizing there’s like a charity benefit concert going on in the indoor pavilion in the middle of the thing. Sure. What the hell. So we head in and realize it’s a bunch of popular indie rock bands that I very much do not think are good. Buuut, there’s an impossible visual art display behind them while they’re playing that is freaking amazing. The electrical pulsing images are somehow flying off the screen and into the performers so even though I’m not a fan of the music, the spectacle is sufficiently delicious.
This legit feels like it goes on for as long as a regular concert featuring 2 or 3 bands would go on. Eventually the surprise final act comes out and it’s the Mountain Goats dude, who I’m also not a fan of but again, the way the crazy electrical pulsing visuals are weaving their way into his person are in fact hypnotic. For unknown reasons, right after he starts playing, we’re somehow now on a bus that circles the odd carnival area and when we get back, he’s wrapping up. I have no idea how this happened or why but I can’t say I’m disappointed that I missed his set, you know?
What is weird is that the show is over and they’re now handing out fully baked pies to the people who are leaving. They look freaking delicious and I’m thinking I should grab one but you know, I don’t want to eat an entire pie myself. Then they set out a couple of pizzas and I’m very much like:
“Fuck. A couple of pieces of pizza for the road. Why not?”
As I’m munching on a slice walking back into the carnival area, I’m 100% aware that I’m dreaming. Hell, I might have been for quite a while now honestly. With this knowledge I wander out of the carnival area into this bafflingly weird office park city that very much seems like it’s made of surreal Lego type building blocks. When I start flying off into this colorful Lego building block world, I finally wake up. Except that I then get back under and dream of a bunch of other scenarios I promptly forget.
6/21/1014 –
My lord. Once again a night of far more astral shenanigans than I could ever bring back with me. What does come through in all of this? First I’m at party and it’s almost this Victorian variant of the crackling energy kid scenario. Different though. The kid is younger and seems like a teenager. The main party is happening in this fancy ballroom area with a dancefloor and we retreat to the side room to throw ourselves into a joint sleep state. That’s what this version of the energy kid seems to want, which is for me to simul-dream with him.
Sure. We have these beds set up so we can joint dream in the same room and holy shit. Yeah, this one woman we’ve been hanging out with is super shady. You can see it in her aura in this detached state. There’s a sinister vibe beneath her wavy splintering energy persona. I mean, everyone in this particular state seems sort of like they’re in an LSD trails type haze. Not entirely solid but that also seems to be the point. Here we can see the bad vibe configurations beneath the haze. The skin world is disconfigured enough that there’s an insight into the eternal.
With this info we head back into the other room, which is now very much like we’re in a high-end fantasy film. My step mom is the bejeweled queen here and it is normal reality rather than an elevated state. In fact, it almost seems like the other room was modern times and here we’ve ventured to the stone ages. I get the vibe this shit’s probably connected. We both point the shady bitch out to my stepmom and yeah. You can’t see it here. She appears totally normally but we finger her. Trust us, we’re your psychics. Very strange that the concept of what are essentially court magickians has worked its way into 2 consecutive nights of dreams. I don’t consume fantasy anything so legit fascinating. It sure as fuck isn’t coming from external stimuli.
This version of the energy kid is pleased with our apparent victory but not entirely satisfied. We now seemingly skip back to modern times to this particular house that I’m getting the impression he still lives at with his parents. It’s a modest older construction kind of boxy style place with a kind of red and orangish color scheme. What’s crazy is that it seems like a red and orange color scheme would be impossible to make work, yet here it’s amazingly tasteful. Not something you’d even think twice about. Anyway, the kid thinks if we get back under again together, we can take this thing down. I’m pretty what the fuck about it but I mean, sure. Whatever.
We head to his room, both go to sleep and here’s where it gets out of this world bonkers. I now know that I’m dreaming. I’m completely lucid in this environment and yet I think I’m sleeping on another level of reality which is in itself, inside of a dream. But I’m lucid here and Jesus. It’s a realm of surrealist eyeballs floating in a white void space. All of these floating eyes look quite different and each have exotic brightly colored sashes hanging off them, almost like decorative fish fin optic nerves.
You get the impression these outstanding arthouse hanging nerve ending things are how the eyes navigate their flying through the void space. All of the kaleidoscopic ganglia like fins look intentionally differentiated from each other, as well as the eyes. A world of excellent floating eye variants and these eyes look like they can party.
And again, I’m fully lucid and completely baffled by what I am looking at. I know that I can control them because on a certain level this is me somehow, but what am I supposed to be doing here? Kill them? I don’t really want to. They seem cool. I do start moving them around a bit though, which isn’t as easy as one would expect. It requires a specific type of internal gesture and I don’t have much time to tinker with it before I’m pulled back into what I currently think is the waking world.
The kid is pleased. He thinks we’ve vanquished or conquered this thing or accomplished whatever goal we were under to accomplish but I’m quite appropriately not convinced:
“Uhhh, I don’t even know what the fuck that was or what was going on there. I could sort of control it though I suppose.”
The next thing I know I’m at a party at the same house. It’s very fun and we’re rocking it way into the morning hours. At a certain point I realize that, whoa. I haven’t even drank anything tonight. And yet, I’m having a great time staying up until 4. Weird. I don’t even plan on going to bed soon because it’s such a kick. Maybe I’ll suck down an edible.
Later I’m at another party with my wife. It’s a much different crowd, in fact there are two excellent smaller border collie mixes. They seem like medium sized, thicker faced border collie looking dogs, with darker color schemes and we’re very much enjoying hanging out with them while we’re getting wasted. The hosts insist we stay the night in their spare rooms because we’re clearly blitzed, which we do.
When we wake up the next day, we sort of just go about our business at this house for an entire day. My wife makes dinner and it feels like I do some yard work. When I sit down to eat it with her later in the evening, all of a sudden the strangeness of the sitch hits me. Wait. What the fuck is going on here? Where did those dogs go? What about all the other people? Why are we here? Somehow this confusion does not make me go lucid, although it’s very Lynchian. In fact, the house sort of reminds me of the Palmer house up in Everrett now that I think about it.
A thousand other since forgotten visionary experiences follow but the only one I can really put together is inserting the shiny light disc into the black Cronenbergian video game console. The thing has Geiger like detail work all over the sides but not nearly as creepy and when the disc is inserted it’s like it’s being erotically consumed orally while a vibrant sparkle of rainbow color energy reverberates through its upper exterior.
You can feel the succulent story installing itself into fabric of the living machine. It’s a 2 disc game and as I take out disc one it’s lasciviously anticipating the next volume. Very much like a far less creepy updated version of the Videodrome VHS sequences but let’s be honest, far more visually compelling because it’s legitimately alive and not bound by 80’s special effects limitations. Excellent. Just excellent.
6/22/2024 –
The high-rise condo scenario again. Here we’re in the super fancy breakfast room area (which I just witnessed for the first time a few days ago). This time it’s on the first couple floors and it’s all windowed enclosures with light shining through them and there are tons of people just getting their breakfast on. The only incident of note is that as I’m leaving I look across at another table and realize I left my wallet sitting out when I paid.
I’m super embarrassed but when I go over to grab it, this prissy blonde dude stands up and thinks I’m trying to rob him. It’s at this point that I look down and realize that, oh yeah, you’ve got a small plastic wallet that looks a lot like mine. I wasn’t trying to rob you, I would have handed it back once I realized it wasn’t mine. He’s not happy at first but then he realizes the mistake. I guarantee there’s something to the leaving money on the table metaphor here.
After settling that we’re now heading out to a movie. Since we’re right downtown we’re just going to walk and as I hit the streets I’m taking all this paper pulp that’s building up in my mouth and throwing it aside when no one’s looking. Just reaching in my mouth and grabbing clumps of paper pulp to toss away casually because it gets uncomfortable if too much fills up in my mouth. That’s different. Normally I’m spitting it out and again it’s a metaphor for writing. Spitting pulp.
Then I get a vision of this movie we’re going to check out. It’s actually a school and I can see this odd blue icon separating it on the map. There’s an issue we’re supposed to resolve there, so it’s more of a mission than a game I suppose. I then get this colorful blue movie poster for the thing with sharp red and yellow undertones flashing into my mind. Harbor Bay School. That’s the living film/school we’re checking out.
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