1/16/2026 – I’m in the fictional neighborhood of Greenwood that I’ve invented. We’re out partying, then we take the bus home. The bus through fictional Greenwood rolls on and everything’s normal until we pass this bejeweled sci fi palace mansion. It’s exquisite. It’s also pretty what the fuck because of how it stands out in the midst of all the other houses. A psychic diamond palace mixed in with the middle class set. Weirdly, the neighborhood this is based on does in fact ha

1/13/2026 – We’ve gotten The Nemesis Theory back together for this one show. It’s at this party in this fairly large and stylish sunny venue that I’m getting the impression is the private residence of someone with rather impressive means, but not like a billionaire. I’m also getting the impression this other much more popular band arranged it all. Like, they wanted us to reform for this show and honestly, I’m not entirely sure why. Also, I didn’t practice for this shit at all

1/10/2026 – While meditating I’m told my mental health will never be better. Then I’m told I’m solid. Impenetrable. Invincible in this realm. Which reminds me: Oh yeah. That spell I was supposed to cast last night that I forgot about. I’m on it. Better if it starts on the 11 th as is. I forgot on purpose. Clearly. What’s next? Boring dreams. I’m like hanging out with a crew of people from my past including an artist I have a ton of respect for (and sort of a crush on). We’re

1/7/2025 – I’m told that where I’m going I will not miss my wife. Also, something about “the last walk”, which is a reference to my childhood dog Rebel. On that walk, a squirrel ran right between his legs and he didn’t even notice. At that point I knew he was ready to die. I’m also told I look old, and worn down. I’m guessing this is internally because externally I look better than ever honestly.   God, lots of telling me I’m going to die relatively soon shit lately. Weird. N

1/4/2025 – In a trance I’m told that I can text myself with my phone, which has absolutely never occurred to me for obvious reasons. This is useful information. Metaphors man. Then later the phrase: “12 years.” Pops into my mind. This is probably the amount of time that I’ll be alive in this incarnation. I would only have a problem with this if my life mysteriously gets way better. That would be infuriating. If it’s just the same shit, then this is totes fine with me. Probabl

1/1/2025 – It feels like I’m on a customer service call and I’m just connecting with this woman with black hair. As I am, I’m telling her that I genuinely love the videos on her profile page and I almost never watch those things. This is going over swimmingly as she’s clearly proud of them. The vibes are instantaneous.  I wake up and walk downstairs into my office. What the fuck is going on? Waking up into a dream shit. I go over and stand by my desk contemplating. I’m going

12/29/2025 – I’m witnessing this incredibly odd display. It looks like beach animals of some variety. Like those holes you see that actually have animals living in them. A bit like that except that these animals have hair. You can kind of see them under the surface and when they do their air poofing thing, these locks of teased blonde hair jet out of the ground holes, hanging briefly 12 inches above them before falling back into the holes. The thing that’s strangest about thi

12/28/2025 – I’m at my job and we’ve detected these odd bits of code in certain employee’s payroll profile set ups. Like, there’s a fairly normal box where you’d fill in basic rate calculation information and instead it’s this incomprehensible but small matrix of code that sort of looks like an infinity symbol. I mean, yeah, this is a problem. Also, we don’t know how much of a problem it is or how to solve it exactly. Not sure there is a way to solve it. Is it even a problem

12/25/2025 – I’m walking into history class at the Invisible College. It’s final project or exam day or whatever. I’m holding this piece of what seems like retro-futuristic tech. It’s like a silver boom box that clearly does expansive and interesting things but shit, something’s off with it. Odd malfunction. Fuck, I’ll have to head back to my dorm room to fix this. It’ll take about 20 minutes into an hour class but I’ll go for it. When I get sufficiently outside, looking down

12/22/2025 – There are these circular yellow harp string energy patterns coming from above. These aren’t branching erratically like the dark water circles from the night before. There is one pattern radiating through the scene. It guides this man to make a decision regarding his daughter based off something I did that he’s seemingly seeing or reading on the internet. The golden radar rings from the sky are guiding this decision. Now a vision of this individual sauce packet wi

12/19/2025 – I’m on vacation with my family in Kauai. We’re staying at this complex of white with black roofed individual units down on this wooden dock when one morning I come out of mine to realize they’re all leaving without me. What the fuck? Seriously, y’all are just going to jet? I am incredibly upset by this. Again, what the fuck? Who would just leave their son on an island? I’m only fucking here because of y’all in the first place. I didn’t want to go to Kauai. But re

12/16/2025 – In a trance state the word Wisconsin pops into my mind, which confuses the fuck out of me. Not long after, I’m told: kind. Wisconsin kind. I somehow know what this means as it’s a cryptic code that would only make sense to me personally. You see, I had upstairs neighbors from Wisconsin for nearly a decade that were the opposite of Seattle people as they went way out of their way to know roughly all our neighbors. Then they’d talk to me like I had a clue who they

12/13/2025 – We’re in this swanky high-rise hotel and shocker, we’re supposed to be leaving but that’s not happening. I’m just pacing around in my rather swanky room trying to get in touch with anyone who’ll pick up. What is the play here? Eventually I get a call from my brother. They’re bringing a crew in to party in the lounge room up the hall. I head over. It’s a cool, fairly swanky soiree but I’m not that into it. Weren’t we supposed to have checked out already? Whatever,

12/10/2025 – There’s a group of 3 of us. This older kind of retro-50’s looking dude with slicked back hair, a slightly younger pale black haired woman, and me. We’re watching a movie in a theater and I catch up with the plot when we leave, which I have no idea why we do. It’s like there’s an intermission or something. We’re out on the surreal city streets and I show the retro dude where he can catch a bus back to the U-District. Everything feels a bit wonky but we head back t

12/7/2025 – Once again annoyed at the lack of dreams but when I pull into a trance state I’m shown this arty vision of an energy man who looks like he’s in an office. He’s got too many of these square metallic electro-card like objects in his head. They’re often sort of flying out in a burst of anxious electricity. “Everybody deserves some space in their head.” I’m told. Except I didn’t remember it precisely, which was frustrating. I think that was the meaning though. Pretty

12/4/2025 – I have a bunch of dreams that I don’t remember which pisses me off and when I pull out of one of these dream states, I’m told that I’m loved. Which I call bullshit on. Obviously. I’m also apologized to and reminded that this is a lesson plan. They had to do it. I’m learning something. God these entities suck. Now a vision where I’m pulling out of a driveway in a car that’s slightly bigger than my wife’s but similar. As I pull into the street I am finding it weird

12/1/2025 – There’s this circular portal that sucks me into the worlds of selected people. I do not remember these dreams I’m sucked into at all unfortunately. I get glimpses and feelings and there’s the central swirling portal capture thing that leads me into these people’s subjective universes. One is a thin dark-haired younger woman wearing yellow pants looking up at the sky. I think the other was a taller bald man who’s kind of funky looking in a rugged way. Wears one of

11/28/2025 – In this visionary experience we’re eating at a chain sub shop that has a very unique hook. Their bread. The strange part about this hook is that their bread isn’t actually that good. It’s decent but it’s weirdly frayed at the top. That’s their signature: strangely frayed bread. While digesting this information I’m smitten. Like, the bread is ridiculous. It’s all bursts of yeast explosion at the top. Nobody thinks this bread is excellent but it is pretty good and

11/25/2025 – I’m in a corporate type break room area that’s a direct reference to a job at an architecture firm I had a million years ago. I’m pulling these pastries out of this thick plastic bag for a meeting and instantly reminded of the foodbank I worked at years ago. Food bank pastries for architects. Bitchin’. Now a vision of an attractive young punk rock looking pale white woman with a black tattoo on her upper thigh and shorter curly black hair with some patches of blo

11/22/2024 – The words “5 shots” pop into my mind It seems more light hearted than the gun connotation. I’m then told: “Fantasy” From this perspective it looks like I’m outside a short-trimmed golf course on a sunny day. My phone is blowing up. 7 women have responded to me and I’m told I have: “Five Aces” In the next vision I’m looking these colleagues in what appear to be a lower classroom. Like, there’s a layer of reality on top of this one and it’s mostly dark but there’s