8/18/2023 -
I'm in what I now refer to as the "functional family" situation and for whatever reason a bunch of people have convinced me to play a prank on this functional family by trashing their house when they're not around. Now, we're just messing it up, we're not really breaking anything, mind you. It's supposed to be like a prank and I agree but in the middle of the execution I start freaking out. Wait a minute, they might be home soon and if they come home, they're going to know that we pulled this prank and it's really disrespectful as they've been nothing but super nice to me.
I start going around the house trying to get everyone to undo the mess they've made. God, these people might be home at any minute and I'm going to be so embarrassed that I was involved with this. I'm genuinely freaking the fuck out and what's weird is that when I wake up in the middle of the night the anxiety actually carries over into my waking life, which is rare. It even makes me contemplate how few nightmares I have and how even my anxiety dreams don't typically follow me to the other side. This is absolutely an exception.
But it's the weekend so I go back to sleep and almost immediately, as if sensing my anxiety over this situation, the son of the functional family shows up to make everything right. He's not concerned about any of this. He knows how to handle it. And so he stays up all night watching TV while I'm fading in and out of varied sleep states on the couch next to him. Is this trippy? Holy fuck is it trippy. Falling asleep in front of the TV is always surreal to me as well but having this experience in a dream state is even more reality distorting.
Eventually the guy hears his dad coming home, so he gets me up and we start pretending like we're cleaning things up as he's walking in the door. I now recognize that the owner of the house in this situation is Michael Jordan and he sees me and laughingly comments on how worn out from partying I look.
Truthfully, none of this makes sense at first but the more I contemplate it, it tracks. Apparently the guy who had let me house sit really just wanted me to let loose and have a good time, so as long as he thought this is what happened, he didn't really give a shit that his house had been trashed in the process. So we essentially had to pretend that I raged even though I chickened out. I uhhh, sure. What a fascinating dream though and the fact that my dream life sensed my anxiety at the first scenario and created a resolution is sort of amazing.
Next I find myself in yet another common dream theme, which is my grandparent's old place in the Columbia Gorge. Here I keep doing the thing where I'm waking up, then suddenly asleep, then back awake, then back asleep. I hear a bunch of my relatives outside the room and am hungry but somehow I keep getting sucked back into my bed before I can leave to go eat breakfast.
At one point, I look out the window and there are all these newly built winding concrete highway ramps just outside. I'm confused. The main point in coming here is to get away from the city but now there's more of an urban view out this window than anything else. And yet, here's where it gets fascinating. Me, being a creepy urbanite sort of likes this development if I'm being honest with myself. I'm creeped out and yet I know I'm personally amused by it in a way. I'd happily stare at the cars for hours.
This is the second time the metaphor of this house being enveloped by urban growth has hit in the last week I might point out and after being baffled by this development for a second time for a bit I walk to the other side of the room to finally get some breakfast but now a translucent ectoplasmic pug slowly forms in the window sill behind me. When it does, I absolutely know that I'm dreaming due to the sheer novelty factor involved with such an occurrence alone. What the fuck is going on here?
With this lucidity I decide I should go chat with the thing for a bit, which is a dream tactic I haven't resorted to in a while honestly. What does it tell me? Well, first it tells me me something rather auspicious and cryptic about my career, and I have no idea which career it's referring to. Artistic career, spiritual career, actual stupid day job? Hard to say but I believe spiritual career if I had to guess. What it says next though isn't cryptic at all.
"You are mosquitoes."
See what I mean? Keep in mind that I'm being told this right after looking out at what was supposed to be a pleasant nature scene and had now mutated into a labyrinth of interlocking highway on ramps. The next day wildfire smoke once again envelops the city of Seattle and the sun once again rises in an ominous blazing red. Miles away Spokane is burning. We're parasites. Low level parasites at that.
8/19/2023 -
More "I can't find the right bus home" dreams that I'm honestly sort of glad that I don't remember because they're typically so boring. What I do remember here is that I finally do in fact make it home and promptly go to sleep in front of the television in a large white room with nearly all white bedding. So, second night in a row I'm entering dream liminal states of consciousness where I flicker between waking and sleep states, summoned by a spectral television spewing mostly white light energy static.
Here I'm woken up by my wife. It's apparently my birthday and she's dressed up in this over the top arthouse candy colored lingerie ensemble as a present. As I start making love to her, she has this strange look on her face and I can tell she's just trying to be a dolled up sex object for me essentially.
And yet, this is the opposite of what I want which is to make love to an actual person who's just as engaged and excited by the experience as I am. Fairly interesting metaphor there regarding what a lot of women think men want and possibly what men themselves think they want vs. the reality. We were planning on seeing the Barbie movie the next day (we did) which makes the whole thing more compelling. Yeah, I mean, to an extent, the patriarchy trains both heterosexual women and men that hetero dudes want this superficial sex fantasy that ultimately satisfies neither deep down.
It's also interesting that my wife rarely wants to have sex on Sunday nights but the night after I have this vision she does. I only mention this because the dream made me contemplate this possibility specifically. Like, hmmm, nah, I really doubt my wife's going to want sex tonight but nope. The dream was onto something.
What else? Now I'm back in Ohio and determined to plow through this long partying schedule with my friends. At one point, a guy that I haven't seen in ages shows up. I go out of my way to chat with him because I haven't seen him in so long and he's like:
"Dude, shouldn't you be taking a nap if you're going to party tonight?"
I am determined to resist this advice but in this dream state I can tell that I'm tired and the dude is right. I should take a nap and come to think of it, back when I did party constantly I also constantly took naps to facilitate that. It's been so long now I barely remember these things.
One more vision. There is an astral plane horse racing competition that I'm being asked to compete in but I don't know how any of this works. So I seek an explanation and it involves people with obscured translucent legs. You see, you're like a human but you're controlling the horse part of yourself just by thinking about running in the same way you do with your actual legs. Watching the living projection video of how this all plays out is otherworldly as hell but the point is: It's like a video game. You don't actually need to know how to ride a horse.
I'm then told that a whole village wants me to be their champion in this race and I head out the door to a throng of screaming fans going apeshit for me at the starting line. This again, seemed to be a bit of a precognitive vision involving the Barbie movie that I watched the next day as Ken is obsessed with horses in that film. Fascinating.
While you're here, do you like psychedelic industrial noise rock? Of course you do.
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