3/19/2024 –
Hours of the same liminal scenario presented in a pinball metaphor. There’s this orb that you’re trying to get through a narrow wooden closed in track, which is incredibly easy to do if you’re erasing the orb’s memory. If you want the orb to maintain its memory? That’s where it gets complicated. How do we get the orb through the chute and have the orb maintain its memories? It’s not the simplest thing in the universe and that’s what we’re trying to figure out. It seems like having another orb collide with the primary orb midway through its journey to jar the memories might be the secret and that’s the idea we’re playing with but there’s lots of kinks to be worked out in the process.
Now I’m waking up knowing that cameras have been photographing me in 2 different dimensions. Very odd sensation. I wake up out of a sleep state and can feel how telepathic snaps have been taken of me on 2 separate levels of reality. This eventually leads to more liminal state transmissions. I’m looking at this orb tunneling through a narrowed in path on the astral plane and am trying to get it so this is photographically captured on multiple levels of reality but am informed that this requires too much energy. I, uhhh, sure.
Eventually I’m having a brief dream. I’m waking up in my room and LeBron stops in to put on his new pair of signature shoes.
“Holy shit, you’ve got to show me those before you head out.”
He throws over one of them while he’s putting on the other and they are pretty choice. Low tops with a black and red colorway and these almost like fake diamond patterns stitched into them. They do look fairly excellent but I’m suddenly embarrassed because I’m realizing that the King is now checking out my shoe collection, which is comprised mostly of LeBron’s (all bought at a massive discount). I do have a few pair of Jordans though (also bought at a massive discount) so I suppose it’s not that embarrassing. LeBron briefly nods in approval of my kicks as he heads out the door. Honestly, this all seems random but I was contemplating how I just don’t understand hero worship much and my dream life is pointing out to me that in a certain way I do. Noted.
3/20/2024 –
In general I don’t sleep very well at all due to some health issues but at the end of the night an incredibly succinct series of visions.
First I’m looking at what seems like a yellow lab or golden retriever mix. He’s happily standing in the kitchen amongst his family when the focus of the scene taps into this other layer of reality. There’s a dark mist cloud tied to his essence that quickly forms itself into the shape of a cartoon black sheep. Gee, whatever could that mean?
When my perspective shifts I’m now looking at a soldiers on the top of an aircraft carrier except that there are no aircraft on this carrier. The soldiers are all wearing these excellent looking sci fi virtual reality helmet looking things and the metaphor is clear. This is the inner space defense division. One soldier stands apart from the rest as the clear leader and it’s this older woman. I’m confused by that honestly until later while meditating I realize that it’s a direct reference to the Midjourney image I used to illustrate the mind invasion division dream from months back. I’d almost forgotten about that whole excursion truthfully.
Shortly thereafter I’m looking at a man sitting alone in a classroom with old school wood and metal desk/chair combo seats. He sort of shrugs and is like:
“Well, at least I’m doing something real. It might be lonely but it’s better than the quotidian alternative.”
In a class by himself quite literally and no he didn’t actually use the word quotidian. I’m paraphrasing because I could feel the vibes, not hear the words. These metaphors aren’t complicated people.
3/21/2024 –
My wife is going out to cheat on me. That’s the sitch. She’s leaving me home with the dogs and I’m shocked by her brazenness. She tries to make up some excuse about how she might be home early and the saddest part of this exercise is that I want to believe her even though I know it’s bullshit. I wake up in the middle of the night and it’s of course much later than the latest she said she was going to be home. I’m almost more mad at myself for wanting to buy her nonsense lie than I am at her.
The unpleasantness of the scenario is cut by me actually waking up and realizing that my wife and I are in fact sleeping in separate hotel rooms a bit aways from each other and I have the dogs. Slightly funny but also a super moody mental exercise that reminded me of both my 20’s and my childhood in retrospect. Ouch.
Later down the road I’m realizing Sonic Youth is playing up the street in Ballard at venue way smaller than a reunited Sonic Youth would ever be playing at. You’d think it’d be impossible to get tickets but through some unexplained loophole, I’m pretty sure I can score some. I head up and waiting in line at the venue is boring but yep. I do in fact get Sonic Youth tickets .
When I regain a tangible narrative thread I’m out on these urban adventures with my extra sleezy old pot dealer. I’m almost glad I don’t remember these I’m sure at least slightly sordid shenanigans but at one point, for unexplained reasons he starts going into all this backstory on some of the people we were partying with. I am stunned by these revelations. I know they involve semi-icky and exotic tales of sex work and that’s it. I’m not judgy or anything, what he’s telling me is just far further out of the boundaries of my existence that it’s again, a bit shocking. Some part of me knows that this is the way the world works but I suppose that a lot of us spend our time intentionally not contemplating it.
Next I find myself lying in my bed in a liminal state. There are these golden glowing dossiers laying on the floor in front of my bed as the sun starts to roll over the ocean outside my window. Each represents texts that have influenced the inner mind state of certain younger people in much the same way writers like Kurt Leland and Robert Monroe did mine. The suggestion is that this is precisely what I’m supposed to be doing with my writing.
I pull out of this thinking that it’s a fairly cool concept but then dive back into the details internally. Oh yeah, this shit is fucking excellent. The text has created this intricate light cavern that keeps expanding downwardly. I can feel all these glorious striated pathways and structures that have branched from the light descending into the darker murkier depths. It’s like psychic sand. Cavernous light art dossiers. Fantastic vibage.
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