5/19/2023 -
Here I find myself in an alternate universe version of the first year of my relationship with my wife. As far as I can tell we're roughly the same people but we're living in this I'd say 5th floor apartment with a view of what looks like an open urban courtyard or park. It's sunny outside and there's that feeling of pheromone overload one becomes possessed with during the first few nice days when the weather finally start to turn.
My wife's dad is at our apartment for some reason, although it's actually like he's looking in on it from another level of reality and sort of controlling it to a certain extent. He wants to know what I'd do if presented with a coterie of floozies jacked up on solar pheromones and I have to contemplate the question. This was happening when? Oh, after I started dating your daughter? Well, nothing then. If it happened before though...
My wife is clearly not happy with this response and I'm like:
"I'm sure they would have ruthlessly shot me down."
As a response to save face. When I think about it in a waking state though, yeah, I was sleeping with some questionable women before I met my wife due to my out of control partying. That could have in fact gone very wrong for me, one bad condom and all. All of this tracks.
For the rest of the night I'm in this state where I'm a floating form of inhuman consciousness. There are two of us and we're exploring these white light building environments where we can only see the grey corners of the rooms and the rooms seem empty themselves for the most part. But we're looking for objects and when we find these objects, it's now our task to categorize them properly. This can be far more complicated than I would honestly imagine and the only object I can clearly recall is a set of keys. That was it though. Just doing the white light thing where we obsessively search for and categorize new objects in great detail all throughout the night.
Just before I wake up I have one final vision riffing on the them. There are two scientists wearing lab coats and holding clipboards. One looks to the other and asks:
"How do we separate verified moments from verified moments?"
And with this I realize their standing next to a large green door on the floor. It's a gateway to the lower realms I imagine and it's starting to bubble up into their world in pulsations of organic green psi cubes.
Maybe I do need to think about all the variations on tech synchronicities I've gathered over the years and how to better differentiate them. Fair point.
5/20/2023 -
This starts out beyond comprehension. I'm some sort of non corporeal godlike entity and I'm choosing various scenes from what come across like omni-dimensional movie theater screens. Except that those words don't entirely do what's happening here justice as there are no words my friend. There are no words.
As if responding to my lack of ability to comprehend such higher evolutionary states, the experience eventually congeals into a narrative I can translate into human terms. A family is considering whether or not to build a roller coaster for this unspecified school event. At first they're not sure if they'd be able to pull it off but they more they dig into the mechanics of it all they realize that they absolutely can. Not big deal as it turns out. Fully within their abilities. And so they sort of assign tasks and calculatedly work out what each one of them needs to do to make this happen.
The last thing I remember here is the dream scenario's father figure laying out the basic path of the coaster in black tape on a school gym floor as sun pours in from the large windows adjacent to him. You see, it goes around in this rectangular pattern, then loops back around again, then finally loops back around over here at the end. The funny thing is though, there's no way a roller coaster that would hold actual people would fit into the parameters of black tape he's laying out and so proud of. The gym itself isn't nearly big enough for anything like that. Ahh, the classic Bill Hicks metaphor. Life is but a ride. It's definitely like some sci fi adventure coaster you're going to warp your consciousness into apparently.
Same sort of shit for the rest of the night. I know something significant is going down but it's beyond skin world comprehension levels. The only thing I recall is the ride home. Riding the bus home might as well be one of the most common themes in my dream life and here it is again. Except this time something is different. I'm not lost or on the wrong bus. I know exactly where I'm going. In fact, I seem to be advising some other riders on whether or not the bus line we're on will get them exactly where they need to go and what other buses to take. That's different.
At one point I'm sitting in the front seat and I guess I never realized before that when you're in the front seat you have to connect the front of your bus to the back end of the last bus when the light changes. It doesn't seem hard, I just have to make sure this notch on the front of our bus latches to the next one. Except that the light changes and I then realize, no, I absolutely did not have to do this. Something else was controlling the bus the whole time. There is an invisible driver. No, that's literally the visual metaphor presented here. Someone is clearly driving the bus and the seat is appears empty, but I can feel its presence in the seat right where the driver should be. I can't see it, but I can feel it. Subtle.
Eventually I realize that since I want to go to the comic book store it'd actually make more sense to get off near my place, then take my car to the picture book nerd shop. I could take the bus all the way over there and then catch it back, but my car would be easier. Sure. Why not.
On the synchronicity front, I threw on 80's videos on MTV classic for like 15 minutes while I was eating my breakfast and Pump up the Jam came on. My immediate thought when this happened was that we requested Technotronic at a wedding while closing out a dancefloor just last spring. Roughly 5 minutes later my wife is looking at FB and realizes it's literally the one year anniversary of that wedding. Both of us confess that the first thing that went through our minds when we saw the video a few minutes back was the exact wedding which apparently happened exactly a year prior. Weird times.
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