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

11/19/2025 – An older man is flirting with my wife as she sits on the bed in my college apartment in Oxford, Ohio. She seems somewhat receptive to him until he starts mentioning how he has money and with that, she gets a sour look on her face. After he leaves, I go over to ask her why him having money would be a bad thing. I do not get the answer in this vision but in actual life I’m pretty sure I know. This later leads to this odd surrealist almost old school aviator fantasy

11/16/2025 – There is this robot woman. Metallic with a perfect protrusion of tied up blonde hair hanging out of the topside of her blocky head. It’s living in this magick translucent parentheses type dimension. This world is more ethereal and there’s something about the wife robot’s programming that just doesn’t work here and instead sputters out into “does not compute” territory. The vision now warps out to the next, higher level of reality, that’s bracketed by these magick

11/13/2025 -    In this vision I’m shown these very plain looking white envelopes. They’re then served over what looks like a café style lunch counter. The plain white envelopes go above the finely sliced meats. Now I’m shown this outer space silver refracting color envelope. The stars live inside of it. It hovers in the air on its own volition. In the next vision there’s this man that I know is cheating on his wife. This all comes across like a video game as I warp back to h

11/10/2025 – A vision of a hand of very colorful cards. Like tarot cards but seemingly chunkier with picturesque scenes in them. Reality bending divination tools. Now I’m going to what seems like an underground Walmart. There’s a metallic building structure on the top that looks a bit like Climate Pledge Arena and underneath is a Walmart. I’m going there to buy lube. Now a vision of a computer screen with what looks like a cash machine interface on it. Later I’m told about my

11/7/2025 – I’m in this very odd morphing modern library/scientific facility/office building thing. This goes on for a while but the take is that it’s a type of upscale hippie commune experience where everyone living/working here is polygamous. I’m with this dark-haired woman who’s supposed to be my wife and she’s kind of explaining this to me: “Well honey, since we joined this collective we’re going to be sleeping with other people. That’s just sort of how it works here.” Th

11/4/2025 – I’m looking at a guy in a skin toned rubber mask like the one in the film Possessor . He’s just chilling there in an airport lounge drinking a beer with mid-length blonde, tightly curled hair hanging out the back of the mask. Now it cuts below this airport lounge level of reality into this very antiseptic looking environment that feels like a school or a hospital. This place feels interstitial. The flesh mask dude in the airport is being controlled by the hospital

11/1/2025 - A vast scene where I’m a part of an unspecified crew or college class or something. Lots of shenanigans lost to the ether. The one thing I do remember is this pony tailed woman wanting to take me back to my pad. I ask her why she doesn’t use the helicopter? She mentions how hard it is to land and with this, images of how we tried this earlier in the night flood my mind. She had to bounce through multiple well-manicured yards before she finally managed to stick the

10/29/2025 – Very weird experience where I fly out of my body and am like a floating blue orb hovering in the hallway. There is a glowing white light orb seemingly outside. I can feel it’s presence inside me. Obviously this is something that can’t really be described in words. It doesn’t last long either as the next thing I know I’m back on my bed. I now have an extra black pug. I have no idea how this has happened but I’m not complaining. Later in a dream, I’m hanging out in

10/26/2025 - I’m looking at what appears to be this floating kite shaped structure with a futuristic/computer tech feel. I get the vibe it is a piece of living software and my focus is being drawn to what appears to me as the lower left quadrant. There are all these connected rectangles here that are flashing and trying to sync up to light in unison. “This is like a basketball team. The team plays much better when these regions are all humming in unison.” I am told. Cool. 10/

10/23/2025 – Went to a concert that disrupted my sleep cycles so not much. I was shown some things about a guy I sort of knew a long time ago. Then the phrase: “Maximum Override” I get the vibe this is a technomancy thing. Maximum override motherfuckers!!!   10/24/2025 – I’m in this restaurant with huge ceilings that kind of seems like a renovated church or some shit. Anyway, I head outside to chat with some people for a while, then when I come back in it is super crowded. I

10/20/2025 – I’m in a dream and I’m in a bedroom across the hall from my wife’s bedroom. Both rooms and the hallway seem to be both floating in a blackened void space and meant to represent my parent’s upstairs setup when I was a kid. I say something to my wife all the way across the hallway floating in a void and I can see a circular yellow bubble explode when I do. Now I’m waking up in my bed pretty what the fuck because I do not remember what happened. I thought I was goin

10/17/2025 – A vision of the poster for the movie Amadeus, which is in fact an excellent poster for a movie I’ve never seen.   I’m told that this person I’ll end up hanging out with in the future is a monster. Now I’m shown this slender silver robot with no head who kind of looks like a mechanical rack. In each hand he is holding a report from HR. Next a vision of this blue and white Robert Pollard collage art energy wall. On the left-hand side is this blue and white tower of

10/14/2025 – I’m in an old timey convertible car that sort of looks like a go kart in a way. It’s like it’s supposed to be this 1910’s design and it’s supposed to be in the past but somehow is also a modern go kart. This doesn’t occur to me until after I pull out of the vision. In the vision everything is tinted like those ancient black and white photos but also yellowed. You can feel that it’s the past by the yellow aura that envelopes your essence. My coworker and I are in

10/11/2025 – I’ve just showed up at this place where it’s like they work on your car while you get drunk. Seems like a plan. There are a couple of other guys here, looking at me as I make my way to my stall. This one pale bald guy with kind of an old time-y hipster beard and I make eye contact briefly. I’m not sure why. I get back to my stall, which is behind a white door and has this long flat concrete loading dock type thing. I don’t even see my car. After I’ve situated mys

10/8/2025 – There’s seems to be an entire, extensive plot here that I’m unfortunately not remembering. I crash in at the tail end. It seems to be yet another Real World style living situation where a bunch of peeps are in the same pad. I walk near the back of the house and there are 2 bathrooms. I look into the one on the right all: “Damn! That shit is so well organized. Like, there are 3 people in this bathroom and everything is lined up for each of them in as orderly a fash

10/5/2025 – I at this raucous book related event. It’s very official looking with business like tables and chairs and seems to set up inside and outside at the same time. There’s a person leading the show at the front of the venue who seems like a judge. An MC Judge. This all does seem to essentially be a huge book discussion event. Eventually this short black guy takes control of the proceedings, belts down the middle of the chair aisle, then warps the entire world into this

10/2/2025 – I’m in a full plane flying through surrealist pink and orange skies. We’re supposed to be heading to Seattle and we think we’re close but no. Out of nowhere the captain comes on the intercom and announces that we’re going to have to stop in Phoenix first for unspecified reasons. Oh, and there’s like a record risk for COVID at the Phoenix airport when we’ll be there. The entire plane groans in unison but of course, we were told this might be a possibility. The COVI