2/26/2026 – Three cool dreams. In the first I go to Amsterdam and I’m just wandering through this freaking amazing cityscape. No roads and all looking like an enormous campus rather than a city in a way. Such interesting stone architecture. A mixture of old and modern but nothing ancient like we have around these parts. Definite alien vibes to it all in a way. Like something a sci fi design department cooked up and a talented one at that. In the next vision I’m meditating and

2/23/2026 – I’m sitting by this weird sci fi/fantasy portal that’s almost like a campfire type sitch. I’m not sure how any of it works but we’re creating worlds. My brother is sitting next to me and he’s talking about how he’s made these ridiculously overexaggerated almost like plastic surgery parts for his world. Ridiculously accentuated tits and asses. I’m flowing along with this convo until I realize: “Wait, what? Why would you be doing that?” This is never explained. Late

2/20/2026 – A dark energy woman is riding me from above. Forcefully. This doesn’t feel like sex though unfortunately. It feels like dark energy plunging into me from a spectral woman from above. She’s aggressive. It’s weird but I like it. Victor Webanyama is in the 3-point contest and it’s really embarrassing. Miss. Miss. Miss. Miss. Miss. We all feel bad honestly. It’s hard to watch. Finally he makes at least a few but yeah. He should not have done this. Later in a dream my

2/17/2026 – I plunge through a dark energy void into the arms of a deliciously voluptuous blonde woman. It’s an excellent feeling but also brief, very brief. No complaints about falling into the arms of an exaggeratedly curvy astral plane witch woman though. There was certainly a feeling of significance to it. A dense and profound black smoke energy surge. Other than that, one meditation vision where I’m walking through the crosswalk of this intersection in upper Fremont that

2/14/2026 – Just a very boring dream. I’d say a red nightmare but more a red mild anxiety dream. I keep waking up and going dream within a dream but here it’s less cool than it is most times. I’m just slightly uncomfortable with the disorientation. And what’s with the weird red vibes? I don’t know. All I know is that I’m waking up next to my wife who’s sleeping in another bed at the foot of my bed. At a certain point I walk around a bit and explore. I’m outside the school see

2/11/2026 – I have a vision of this used car on a lot. It makes no sense but there’s like a huge middle section of the thing that’s made up of like Bud Light boxes. Like, what I’m looking at makes no logical sense at all. Doesn’t look like a car but I’m like: “Yep. Yep. The whole section made of cardboard Bud Light packaging should have been a sign.” I’m later essentially shown that this has something to do with my wife, which tracks. A bit down the road I now have a vision o

2/9/2026 – Here I get super deep. Ganj-i-tation heaven with that thick black weight to it. These are the old gods from the secret depths of the ocean. They’ve been controlling our dreams. Mine in particular and I think they mean both our literal dreams and this entire realm I call the skin world. Things are going to get increasingly fucked. I’m shown shit about psi and sports. Gotta get that momentum. Gotta catch that wave. That rising inertia. Down the road in another trance

2/6/2026 - I’m in this classroom, then courtroom situation where I end up chatting with these black gay guys who were somehow ensnared in this bullshit. They seem like they’re lawyers. People who overcame it and are still fighting the fight. They’re telling me just how much everything is stacked against them and it’s not like I can argue. I’m about to bring up how weird arty people and people into psychedelics are persecuted too, then I look at them like: The one guy has neck

2/3/2026 – I’m walking down a stairway out the door with a couple of other chaps. One is this well-dressed thin dude in a suit with shortly cropped hair who starts hitting on me, which of course spawns the classic: “Man I so wish I was gay.” Rant I always do and the other dude is just sort of rolling his eyes at me. But like, he genuinely doesn’t seem to understand what I’m saying and I’m not understanding that. Interesting. Maybe it’s the delivery. I would say that half the

1/31/2026 – We’re in the old basement apartment again and it’s surreal per the usual. Why the hell are we back here? I want to leave but my wife is stuck on us hanging here and she can’t even explain why. It’s not great. I keep telling her it’s basically illegal for us to be here. We have a much nicer place, what the fuck? The whole sitch is pretty anxiety inducing and it’s like she’s not only refusing to leave but putting new add-ons into the joint. What the fuck? To be fair

1/28/2026 – I’m sitting outside in what seems like an old almost Olympic stone style architecture facility. Probably a university. We’re sitting on the sidewalk type area of this courtyard whatever and we’re somehow in a circle. This teacher type woman with auburn hair asks the woman sitting next to me a question and it’s like one of those sitches where I know each person in the circle is going to have to answer the question. She does and gives what I deem an adequate but pre

1/25/2026 – I’m told: “You’re ready to go!” Then: “Fascism.” And finally: “Flame on!” Yep. Everything’s feeling right. I suppose the use of super freaky force had to first be properly justified. Wrong move motherfuckers. Wrong fucking move.   1/26/2026 – In a deep meditative state, I’m implanting a sigil into an energetic cocoon mind. Seems like something I should have done before. Yeah. Def strange that this is my first time doing this. I’m also shown that since the psychede

1/22/2026 - I’m in our old living room in Ohio. The door is shut and I hear some unknown and I’m sure spontaneously created almost Lilith Fair sounding acoustic guitar on top of light dance beat pop tunes. I love this track but also: Wow the state of contemplative nostalgia it inspires. Profound and circular and by circular I mean that it feels like I’m thinking in a circular portal. God, the women who made this cut are all quite old now. It feels like this is a bit further i

1/19/2026 – A very weird sequence where I’m told that: “Adults are shy.” Okay. Fair point. Try to be less shy to put people at ease. It feels like I’m in another world when this info is imparted on me. Later I wake up in a dream. My brother is there and we’re sleeping in the same room like we were when we were kids. I get up and I don’t think there’s any more time to sleep. Everything starts spinning upside down. Worlds are tumbling gloriously around. I don’t get it until I w

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