7/22/2023-
I'm in what seems like either an airport or a gateway to other worlds on the astral plane with some friends. We're waiting to catch a flight and suddenly it's revealed that we were supposed to go through some dog security check point as well if we want to take our dogs with us to our destination. What the fuck? How did we not know about this? Do we even have enough time?
We don't know but we need to try. So we show up at this indoor lineup with all these people and their dogs. There's this Salvador Dali looking motherfucker in charge of the operation and it's very much like he's a dog show judge. It seems like a fairly huge line and the second we show up he informs us that he might not be able to get us through in time. Great.
So we're sitting in line for a bit kind of low key freaking out. We have about an hour we can wait but in roughly 10 minutes he suddenly waves us through. He calls me over in flamboyant fashion and in equally flamboyant fashion points at my pug and is like:
"You! You're OK to go."
With an animated sweeping through of his hand. He then flags through my other dog as well and then my friend behind me.
I have no clue what he's screening for exactly but dog security Salvador Dali's got a flair for drama, I'll give him that. None of this was a big deal at all and I genuinely get the vibe he's judging the dogs on artistic merit in relation to their owner and little more. Can't let the boring dogs through. Fascinating.
7/23/2023 -
I'm living on at least the 3rd floor of this older urban apartment building and I remember this when I intuitively walk up the stairs to the place. It's a cute but snug little spot and I'm sharing it with this guy with shoulder length blonde curly hair and a mustache wearing a green t-shirt and jeans. The guy's got his own style. He vibes and the second I walk in I somehow know also know he doesn't currently have a job and I immediately think this might be problematic, given that he's my roommate. But then I look around more at our spot and have to concede that it doesn't look like it costs much.
He tells me he's going to his friend's housewarming party and for a second I'm really confused. He's wondering if I want to come with him and I am for whatever reason super surprised by this revelation. Like:
"I can't believe he asked if I wanted to come with him to this thing."
I'm weirdly flattered but I politely decline as I tell him I have to work the next day. I then head out onto the city streets on my own. I leave carrying this odd black piece of furniture, which seems like a desk caddy of sorts I suppose. I have no idea what the freaking thing is but it's useless to me and so I walk it up a hill and smash it on the pavement. It has almost a round, head piece that breaks off when I smash it and I kick it down the hill. I don't think that's going to hit the kid that's playing down there. Probably not. It should be cool.
The WTF factor on all of that is off the charts and the next thing I know I'm hanging with the functional family as I refer to them. They've set up this activity where we're all going to play basketball. This far out bus picks us up and we eventually hit this situation where we're watching these bros ball out but rather than facing the action we're sitting sideways to it. Also, it's fairly quickly apparent that I could never hang with these dudes on a basketball court in any universe. They look like goddamn pros.
I'm explaining this to the cute girl with floppy brown hair who's sitting in the seat next to me and appears to be low key flirting with me. The entire basketball game then transforms into this surrealist film about basketball that looks off the charts awesome. I'm into all of this except that I can also tell that my butt stinks and I'm trying be charming with the floppy brown haired girl while sitting as far away from her as possible, you know, so she can't figure out that the butt stench is coming from me. I get the impression this is working.
That's about all I remember on the dream front and this ends up being a dream blog a lot of the time but I must stress the importance of how these tie together to your waking life. Lucid dreaming is but a metaphor for going lucid in your waking life. It only took me 25 odd years to figure that out. I bring it up because every now and again I catch this wave where the realms bleed together in spectacular fashion and this just happened on my trip to Wenatchee. I'll do the best I can to put the feeling into words.
I finish up the book I'm reading while listening to the Fu Manchu album In Search Of. My wife and I then leave to go wine tasting and there's a guy with an acoustic guitar playing covers in the spot we stop at. The first jam he busts out it King of the Road by Roger Miller which immediately reminds me how Fu Manchu also have an album and song called King of the Road. Come to think of it, I haven't listened to that album in ages. After drinking a few wine slushies in the heat, we're back in the hotel. The wife is fading so I throw on the album and in doing so realize something. You know who the biggest fan of Fu Manchu I've ever known was? The exact old bandmate I found myself dreaming about out of nowhere earlier in the week. The one who was telepathically murdered by alcohol. He owned like all of their albums and had seen them10 times, which even I thought was a bit excessive and particularly strange because the guy didn't even smoke weed.
As I'm browsing through the album covers I own though I realize something, which is King of the Road and The Action is Go have the exact sort of line border around the cover art as the phantasmal psych records that flickered through my mind a few nights before. The the next morning I realize that the woman who's serving me coffee at the place next to the hotel looks a hell of a lot like the woman I was just flirting with at the basketball movie in my dream a mere hours before, just with different hair. Here it's pink. Again, sometimes you ride these fantastical psi waves where the worlds bleed. The more they bleed, the more deliciously high you get and so on and so forth. The action is go!
7/24/2023 -
I hang out with my niece for the first time in 6 months and I get an impressively vague psychic reading. There is a mutli-colored princess/magickal unicorn creature walking atop a thin sparkly plume of white light psychedelic star dust energy through deep astral space. It's almost like all of this white light light energy is beneath her feet, guiding where she walks but she's also controlling it to an extent. Then another princess/unicorn, almost like an inverted carbon copy of her appears next to her. I am told there are 2 very distinct paths her life can take. Neither is specified as being better or worse than the other really, just quite different.
I will say though there's certainly a vibe of: this is as good as it can be considering the circumstances of the messed up word she's going to grow up in to the communique. I wish there was a better prognosis on that front but I mean, it certainly tracks. Pretty goddamn vague though as far as containing amount of useful information whatsoever though. They're probably just encouraging me to put in the work and dig deeper.
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