8/6/2023 -
I'd been playing the video game Observer: System Redux for a lot of the day and I have all these surrealist hypnagogic visions of me entering the minds of varied entities sprawled out between a multitude of unknown worlds. I am a fierce fire red as I enter and manipulate these minds while emerging from a black void space, which is indeed different.
Other than that, fairly standard stuff with my liminal state visions conforming to the most recent stimuli I presented it with. A game about an entity who enters other people's interior worlds was sure to metaphorically trigger these sort of visions.
In dreamville, it's the second consecutive night of boring recurring dreams. This time it's the my-brother-lives-in-a-high-rise scenario. Here we're both going to sleep and are awakened by someone loudly using the pool. Waking up in a dream is always trippy, which I'll always point out, and this time is no different. There's always a pool/workout room in this high rise facility and in this case our place is on the same floor apparently and the pool is right outside. We hear this woman loudly splashing around and we look at our old school alarm clock. It's 9:44 pm. A bit late to be making such a ruckus by the pool but whatever. Neither one of us are annoyed with it and honestly there's a part of me that wants to look out the window to see if she's hot. She sounds hot but neither of us actually bother to be skeezy enough to gawk at her in her swimsuit. That's really about it. Later I'm supposed to take my dogs out for a walk on the outdoor pool patio area but this never happens.
One other thing. I mentioned last week that I almost never remember anything from my sober meditation sessions but once again I do remember a minor nugget. Here I'm on a gaming team with this other guy who's gamer tag is: Hideous. Except that he's quite obviously a good looking dude. That's all I remember.
8/7/2023 -
I'm in some sort of school with polished tile floors when I suddenly realize that I haven't been practicing magick much lately and so I stop right in the middle of the school hallway and start doing these visualization exercises where I'm summoning a solar energy source around my being. Very reddish orange energy for the second night in a row.
The one thing I'll note on this front is that as much as I've been paying attention to my dreams on an unprecedented level, I probably have been neglecting my sorcerous pursuits to an extent. This was all a metaphor and you know, fair point.
On the dream front, I'm once again sleeping next to my brother and my uncle is playing piano in the same room. Except that I know that I'm dreaming and my uncle isn't actually there playing. So I'm lucid but also not in a way but I am intently listening to the tunes he's dropping and wow. That's what's fascinating about this experience. I'm baffled by the style he's adopted here because it transcends any genre I'm familiar with. I'm not even sure what to relate it as. It's not flashy, it's not jazz, it's not blues. It's piano music of a variety I've never heard before honestly. Soundtracky and the best way I could describe it is that it's constantly confounding my expectations in a good way. Every time I think it's going to go in one direction, it goes in another direction, and it keeps doing this consistently. Fascinating.
After listening intently for a while my mom stops by the bed and tries to get me up by convincing me that I'm not dreaming. The family's all here and I need to get up. But I'm not buying it at all. Nah, I'm dreaming. Yet another odd type of lucidity. Knowing that you're dreaming while lying in bed in a dream and having zero interest of getting out of bed to explore the dream. But really, my mom was trying to convince me I wasn't dreaming and I knew she was full of shit on some level. I was right.
8/8/2023 -
I'm in my grandparents old house in the Columbia gorge and this old guy who sort of looks like Karl from Aqua Teen Hunger force is supposed to be a hotel owner or Airbnb owner or something is giving me and my friend a lesson in how to get the best deals at Airbnb's and hotels. After going through his whole spiel that I don't remember at all, I then jokingly tell him I might be interested in staying a few extra days with my friend and he immediately goes into negotiation mode not getting the joke at all. Like, you just explained to me how to negotiate with you and I was going to use your tactics. We weren't actually going to stay longer.
Anyway, now I'm in the same scenario and I'm supposed to get dressed to go out somewhere but for some reason this is laborious. I eventually find this blue striped golf style shirt I used to own and am super excited about it. It was a great shirt and upon waking up I genuinely can't recall whatever happened to it. I had that thing for at least 15 years. Not very interesting but we go outside and realize that two of my uncles are building like a highway overpass ramp right into our driveway. This is odd because I'm weirdly comforted that my uncles are still putting work into the place even though I have zero clue what this project entails.
The next thing I know I'm outside in a downtown area outside of a sporting event that I'm apparently watching with this short white dude with blonde hair parted on the right. This makes no sense though because we're supposedly watching this football game, except again, we're outside on the city streets and it honestly seems like we're near Pike Place Market in Seattle. Except this is supposedly a 49ers game that's just gone into crunch time.
They're going into game winning drive mode and this guy breaks out in this celebration that is so odd I'm going to have a hard time explaining it. It's like he's reenacting a standoff scene from a classic western movie with the movements and the lines and everything. I try to play along but I'm like, uhhh, I have no clue what this is all about. I'm not a 49ers fan and this is a 49ers thing. Also, why aren't we you know, watching the game? None of this makes sense.
Now I'm back in Seattle and I'm about 10 blocks away from my house carrying my pug. I have zero clue why I'm carrying him rather than walking him so far away from our townhouse but he telepathically informs me that the fact that he has to die is as hard for him to deal with as it is for us, which is about the sweetest thing imaginable. So I keep carrying him and continue to be stopped by people cooing about how cute he is and I mean, he is goddamn adorable.
What's interesting here is that I am as mentioned, I'm at least 20 minutes away from my house and it feels like I'm walking for roughly that long carrying my dog in this dream. But eventually I wander my way into this athletic facility where they're playing this completely otherworldly sport. Again, not the easiest thing to explain but I'll try. The players are all up on this raised wooden infrastructure and they're batting around these shiny red balls of various sizes with what seem like cricket bats. Except there are batters and fielders facing in all directions. I need to get past this to get home and like baseball I'm assuming there's going to be a stoppage in action where I can slip by but there isn't. There is continuous motion.
After a while of trying to figure out what to do this gorgeous young blonde woman starts preparing to enter the action from directly behind me and I'm like, oh, I suppose I can just go out the back onto the street. Except that when I try to leave she engages me all:
"Oh, you're not even going to stay to watch me play?"
Then she starts taking off her clothes to try and entice me and I mean, Jesus Christ she's stacked. I'm still not convinced though and this is where the dream ends.
I then have a brief vision of a man monitoring a bright red old school style emergency phone, which looks like the bat phone from the 60's Batman show. His job is to make sure I don't commit suicide.
One more thing, just in the last week I've been mentioning how I almost never remember anything from my sober meditation sessions and once again I do recall a brief vision. Here there's this young slick looking scammy religious leader and this large group of elderly people are about to kick his ass. I contemplate stepping in to save him but decide:
"Nah."
Have at it.
While you're here, do you like psychedelic industrial noise rock? Of course you do.
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