Avoid the Heavy Black Mist

3/19/2023 -

First I have this odd dream where I'm supposed to pick up something for my wife at the West Edmonton Mall when I'm there. But then somehow on the course of our walk home from eating out, we quite conveniently just so happen to be walking through the West Edmonton Mall. Since we're there I'm like:

"Are you sure you don't want to browse a bit since we're here?"

The only reason I'm mentioning this is because of the art design on these shops. What's the best way I can describe it? Sort of like a mashup of retro 70's sci fi with pueblo cave architecture. All these stores look like compartments expertly carved into the walls of a space ship with precision craftsmanship and line work. They're also some odd combination of casino and big box department store. What's crazy is how this looks super modern, retro, and yet contemporary all at the same time. Like, it's sci fi looking but not in a futuristic way, just a very now way. It's also clearly influenced by the Mass Effect games I just played through last year except that none of it looks like a video game but rather pops with full waking world resolution. Unsurprisingly, after walking by a few my wife decides she does in fact want to do a bit of browsing.

Later I'm in some unspecified touristy beach town in what as far as I can tell is Latin America. The entire dream might as well just be The White Lotus season 2 but with stronger metaphysical overtones. I'm staying at this somewhat swanky older architecture resort and I'm with a couple of other seemingly business associates. As we hit up some of the sights on our first day, which consist of old style architecture combined with scenic viewpoints, we're approached by several sex workers. It becomes quickly clear that this is one of the attractions of this mystery destination, wherever it is.

Later, back at the hotel we're now in one of my compatriots rooms and he wants to partake of the local sex trade. My reaction to this is essentially:

"I'm totally out on this but also I'm not going to judge you if that's what you want to do."

In fact, I stay in the room as he makes the phone call and Jesus is this weird. The second he initiates this conversation I'm now looking at the room from above and a black cube of sentient bad vibes mist rises from the floor and envelopes us. It is literally heavy, the vibes just go immediately south and as it turns out, I am going to judge the dude a little bit. In fact, I immediately get the fuck out of there. You do your thing but I want to be nowhere near it basically. There are a couple of other peeps in the room and I'm not sure if any of them saw the black cube of creepy fucking smoke that the guy's phone call summoned but I am all the way out on being anywhere near that noise.

The next day we're hanging out on the beach. The guy pulls out his wallet to pay for a round of drinks and a polaroid picture of this young woman falls out. This is all very surreal/slow motion for a bit until she goes into John recruitment mode. He's gotta know some other dudes in the market for some action. She then somehow sees me through the magick analog picture and chimes in:

"What about him? He's seems like a Gojo guy!"

The dream fades out as I'm realizing how disturbingly young the girl is. I am now also told in various liminal states that our shit bag algorithm driven economy is just going to make the power dynamics behind the sex trade even worse. They've been telling me this for a while and it sucks.

I have no idea what Gojo Guy means at all, but when I Google Gojo, Satoru Gojo apparently is a famous anime sorcerer with white hair. What the fuck? Here's where it gets bonkers though. As I'm wondering why this theme of sexual seediness somehow entered my mindspace, I ended up watching the show Winning Time later that day while I was working out. In one of the scenes, John C. Reilly's Jerry Buss character is literally looking through an album of polaroid pictures with sex worker's names and phone numbers on them. No shit. Phantasmal precog city.

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