4/12/2024 –
I’m looking at these shiny bronze almost Metropolitan the movie looking robot heads detached at the neck and lying on their back on what should be a pillow or headrest but is instead thin air. The heads are floating in black void space with this octagon looking logo with arty looking line delineations and a shining blue living energy octagon in the center.
I’m told that I’m going to be getting a massive update soon and then I’m shown this strange implement for astral robotic psi updates, which is this small black tool with a hand sized handle and an almost small tight flame shaped black circular interface that looks like a malleable bottle opener. Like it could adjust to open any psychic robot head.
I intuitively know this is all in reference to the New Chief of the Mind Invasion Division plotline that’s been going on in my sleep. Fascinating.
Further down the road I’m hovering in a white void space above this sparsely decorated room with an older wood planked floor hanging with another unidentified spectral compatriot. It’s like a sketch of a room rather than a fully fleshed out room and there’s also this robot character we’re observing. More than observing, it seems like we’re writing its reality, which probably explains the not fully fleshed out visual nature of the sitch. In fact, I suggest throwing a sex scene into the plot and my fellow astral writer does not think this is going to work at all. Like, how does that make any sense?
“Oh, no problem at all.”
I tell him, then I zip down and reconfigure all these parts in the robot in what appear to be largely internal ways. Invisible on the surface. When I’m done with my tinkering I zip back up to the white void space and sort of shrug at the other dream scribe.
“See?”
He’s impressed. It totally works. In fact, just to make 100% sure I fly down again and live through the experience I’ve just invented. Like testing in a video game honestly. This is pretty quick and easy and when it’s done I zip right back up. Cool. That’s good to go. I feel like I didn’t even entirely need to do this as we could pretty much tell beforehand it played but it is considered going the extra mile. Also, lol. I’d better test the sex scene to make sure it works.
As I’m contemplating this in a meditative state later my consciousness drills into the center of this person’s mind. See that? That secret door. I track it and open it and inside is a room that’s walls are reverberating with surrealist abstract psychedelic art with no humanity to it at all. Colorful energy noise. But wait, inside this room there’s another door and when I open it, it’s another room with a completely different configuration of the same type of abstract mind energy flashing through the walls. And wait, inside that room of living energy art is another door, and in that door is another room filled with hyper color abstract energy art. Ad infinitum. You see now? There’s the loophole. That’s how anything is possible.
4/13/2024 –
A vision about how to save the NBA All Star game which involves a lot of the top NBA players doing a roller blading race though these concrete tunnels. Right before the concrete tunnel exit there’s this hoop and Ja Morant blades up to the thing and throws down a fancy pants dunk as he crosses the finish line first. I must confess, if I was going to consciously come up with the stupidest idea for how to save the NBA All Star game, this might be it, although it did seem genuinely entertaining when presented in this telepathic vignette format.
What else? I’m reading papers on a page and trying to determine which of the papers was written by someone on the autism spectrum. The exercise seems to be: can you tell just by analyzing their writing style? This question is not answered.
One more vision of an awesome looking black and white star scape painted on a white wall in an empty room. The vision is brief by the galaxial subsection scene appears to be alive.
4/14/2024 –
I’m working in some sort of a cubicle less office and answering the phones. A call comes in and I can’t really hear what the caller is saying but eventually I catch that it has to do with the mob or organized crime or something. I’m kind of repeating what the caller is saying and an insanely random person from high school also happens to be working in the same office behind me. He overhears and interjects:
“Ahhh, the mob thing. I can grab that.”
So I transfer it over to him. Next I’m presented with a scene from what I intuit as downtown Austin, Texas, from above although I’m not sure how I intuit this. Later a vision of Mariska Hargitay. I’m guessing this would indicate that this involves some sort of sex crime.
