8/29/2023 -
I'm in this huge building south of downtown which is seemingly a combination of a sports stadium and train station, except that I'm only sort of inhabiting human form. I'm mostly this enormous mass of black mist energy that's enveloping the majority of the unknown facility, particularly the upper decks. I'm kneeling and it's almost like this dark force that I am is causing me a certain amount of distress.
Now my perspective is above the skyscrapers of the city on the opposite side of town and I'm seeing the insides of these top floor offices with the typical white dudes making their business networking phone calls.
Now I'm in some sort of confessional and I'm chatting with this guy who I believe is a writer of some variety, telling him my life story essentially. I was a successful writer but I then had to go into hiding. I keep going on and on about my life which I must admit resembles my waking life story but not that much. This leads to me breaking down crying talking about the discrimination I've faced and what it's like to be a freak. What's very strange about this is that in the dream I feel like I'm a white guy so maybe I shouldn't be talking about my struggles like this as maybe it'll come off wrong but when I wake up I realize: oh yeah, I am in fact so weird that I essentially live most of my life in the closet to this day. Religious discrimination is a thing that transcends race, just like homophobia, and I've literally been thrown in jail and faced felony charges for my spiritual practices.
As I'm contemplating this in a semi-waking state, I'm essentially told that:
"A person like you isn't supposed to exist in a reality like this and the fact that you're here means it's already too late."
This right after being shown how the higher realms are manipulating my health to protect me, keep me hidden.
Now I'm in another dream scenario. I go to hang out with the guys from this basketball podcast I listen to regularly except here I'm friends with them in waking life. So we're hanging in what seems almost like a small movie theater and one of them is like:
"Hey man, I've got a surprise. We got you an appearance on the Letterman show booked, tonight! Go get ready."
I am so confused by this because I have no idea why I'd even really be going on the Letterman show. The fact that the Letterman show isn't even a thing anymore is not registering. But like, I don't even have anything to promote at the moment. What am I even going to talk about? I make an internal decision that I shouldn't hold back and be as weird as possible on purpose. What have I got to lose?
Now I'm getting dressed for the show and trying on a bunch of different clothes. I finally decide on a look and it's this tan golf shirt and dark jeans, which I think is maybe too casual for the Letterman show but I'm going with it. I look at myself in the mirror and I do not look anything like I do in waking life. I'm still a fairly non descript looking white guy but I'm balding with a mild combover and lighter color hair with circular glasses that are much different than the ones I wear. I'm thin but with no muscles and I'd say slightly older and less attractive than I am in this world but not by much. Definitely odd.
The dream ends with me getting in the car to head to the show for my appearance. What's certainly strange though is that this all happens fairly early in the night and for the rest of the night I continue with a series of vivid dreams. Except that it's like because I spent so much energy trying to remember the first ones, I didn't have room to recall the rest. All I remember is shimmering golden good vibes energy dripping from the higher dimensions. A solar world raining sparkling flecks of magickal space dust into my soul.
8/30/2023 -
I'm at this club with my younger brother and it's like there's a backstage area we're supposed to go into. Except that there's a vending machine where you type in a code to get backstage passes and I don't remember the code. Jeez, it's been so long since I've been here that I totally forgot what that 4 digit code is. There's security by the entrance and I'm not sure what the play is so I go out and wait around by the front, realizing that the place looks like a huge fancy 50's style bowling alley or something.
After waiting a bit I head over to the backstage entrance and there are all these people now joking about how no one actually needs a code to get in here, and we just casually walk in with a group of them. The security have apparently now left it unattended. When we get backstage it's this ridiculous 4th dimensional maze scenario. None of it makes conventional sense as it were but I quickly lose track of my brother and it takes me quite a while to find him.
When I do, where is he? In the USC men's football locker room. They're getting a pep talk and I'm like:
"Dude, we shouldn't be here."
For obvious reasons. So we leave but we can't find our way out of this labyrinthine backstage madness for quite a while. Finally we find a door that appears to be an exit but we open it and it's pitch black inside. There's also a bit of a drop off that seems like a cliff. I slowly enter the room backwards and hanging on to anything I can because I can't see and very quickly this booming voice informs us that:
"We're the freaky higher dimensional aliens who've been manipulating your DNA for centuries."
Or something to that effect and my brother is spooked. I'm not bothered at all though and somehow manage to not only get into the room but turn on the lights only to find out that it's just this large empty room with white walls. The drop off that seemed so scary was just a small stairway. My brother is freaked though and he bolts back into the maze. I look around for a bit and realize there's a door on one side of the blank room. I figure that might be the way out so I give it a whirl.
Now I'm in this almost like Tony Hawk style skateboarding video game. I'm somehow telepathically told that it's like a maze that's impossible to get out of but I don't really believe it. So I start skating the course, which is ridiculously surreal and no, I've never skateboarded in my life but I did play a decent amount of Pro Skater 20 odd years ago. After going through the course multiple times I can tell that there are barriers that are designed to prevent me from leaving the circular run but I'm pretty sure I can just jump the damn fence, which isn't very high. As it turns out, I'm totally right and I just ollie over the fence to the grassy field outside and flee.
Come to think of it, the whole skateboarding course was on grass which also makes zero sense. As I'm fleeing through this grassy hillside field I then wake up.
When I get back under I'm now in this all green hallway and for the second time in a week there's some time loop action going on. I walk out of a room with two unidentified friends past this Asian family and I'm like:
"Wait a minute, this already happened and the last time those dudes weren't there with their families. They were going out on what seemed like a guy's night/coke bender."
I don't even know who I'm talking to but this realization leads me to go lucid and I sit there staring at the all green hallway for a bit baffled. What the hell is going on here?
8/31/2023 -
I'm in this school event that involves a very large dark room and a DJ spinning tunes. It's pretty glitzy scene but I wonder what the fuck I'm doing here. I am way too old for this shit. Too cool for school is a fairly common theme in my dream life. Too old more accurately. 5th year senior.
So I leave this scene and now I'm in a wood paneled library at the school. The students have lined up to fill out these large tan paper cards which are like book request cards I guess? No clue but there's a box in the top left corner of the cards that they've all decided they're going to fill out with the initials of their beloved late teacher. What's funny though is that the person instructing them on how to fill out the cards is specifically telling them that they should not be putting in their late teacher's initials as a tribute and they are not buying it.
I'm indifferent to this situation but when I realize the kids are planning on breaking this authority figure's rules in defiance, now I'm all in as an act of solidarity. Like fuck yeah kids, if you're into breaking rules, I'm all about that action. So I get in line and fill out my card but when I do these total stoner looking kids with long hair use a highlighter pen to put a volume meter going all the way up on the bottom of my card. I'm sort of annoyed with this but you know, these kids look like the exact burnouts I gravitate towards.
In the next series of dreams I'm hanging out with my super sleazy old pot dealer. I have zero clue what we discuss but eventually we've got to go make a deal. So we head out in his sleaze van and this is sort of embarrassing but I was watching an adult film with this particular star before going to bed. When I brought up this scene I thought to myself:
"The last time I watched a sex scene with this woman she appeared in my dreams."
When we show up at the low key coffee shop to make the deal, who are we meeting up with? This exact woman.
All in all though, porn stars, burnouts, drug dealers, breaking rules, volume knobs turned up to 11. I am in fact all about that action boss. Too cool for school indeed.
While you're here, do you like psychedelic industrial noise rock? Of course you do.
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