1/6/2024 –
Deep in a trance my consciousness is suddenly filled with this puzzle room scenario that I’m solving. Oh yeah, I remember this dream. Except that the more I contemplate it, the more I realize that it wasn’t a dream. This was a level in a waking world video game I played, I’m pretty sure Arkham Knight, although I’m not one hundred on that either. What an unbelievably odd topic to start hallucinating about. When I dig in to a potential reason why this would come up though, as far as I remember it was a puzzle type level that I got stuck on for a while before I figured it out by complete accident. That tracks.
Then another vision. Here I’m V from Cyberpunk. I’m on a dusty streetcorner in Dogtown and I’m selling my cell phone filled with all my shady criminal underworld contacts to this 12 year old girl who’s wearing a light gray sweatsuit with a blonde pony tail. The second the transaction is completed I see her across the street cold calling my contacts.
“This isn’t going to turn out well.”
I think to myself.
Down the road I’m having all these otherworldly vibe dreams that have something to do with war and soldiers. That’s all I’m pulling back from this glowing orb presence that my consciousness has become. At one point I do find myself in a coherent dream state. Here I’m what seems like a kitchen table at breakfast with a couple other unidentified peeps, talking about how the military completely lies to the families of deceased soldiers on occasion. When the topic comes up I’m all:
“Well yeah, look up what happened with Pat Tillman.”
I get the vibe the people I’m talking to are probably too young to remember that, not that what actually happened was super well know as it is. For the rest of the night I’m working with some video game interface menu. One of the characters has some device that has 4 different uses, which appears as these glowing blue icons. Or possibly there are 4 different dialogue options that can be chosen with this device? For some reason this perplexes me and I spend the entire rest of the night trying to make sense of it.
1/7/2024 –
As I’m pulling out of a dream I’m in some Cyberpunk 2077 scenario where I have to go come to the aid of a woman whose “chrome has been deleted.” That’s really all I remember.
Near the end of my sleep cycle all I’m remembering about my dreams is that they once again involved the Invisible College on the astral plane. As I’m trying to remember any specifics from these dreams I suddenly go into hypnagogic channeling mode and am told:
“You’re all going to have to flee.”
“This is punishment.”
“Nothing that happens down there truly matters anyway.”
And then something else about how lots of people are going to move to Washington state but also that we need to get rid of the concept of cities in general. They’ve sort of showed me this before honestly as odd as the whole “cities shouldn’t even exist” position seems.
Then right before I wake up I do find myself in a dream state. Here I’m hanging out in the old Shilshole Anthony’s lounge on a sunny day. You used to be able to get happy hour there super cheap while enjoying the choice view of the Olympics. The place closed years ago though, which is I believe the point.
1/8/2024 –
I didn’t sleep very well but when I did I was constantly being pulled into these almost painted sci fi landscapes. Most of them were sort of futuristic city scenarios but at one point it was very much alien sky territory. All these shades of deep red and black. Like flying into exotic color clouded skies on an alien spaceship.
There were often creatures of some variety there as well. So I’d focus into these spontaneously created sci fi worlds and there’d be these characters there. Often one of normal size and another smaller golden one with a slightly larger head. This went on for hours as I pulled in and out of various sleep states.
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