A Trance of Information

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 also a layer below. These dudes are basically just chatting about their professions and the one, who seems to be newer states:

“I was honestly surprised by how little of a difference we can actually make.”

And the other guy nods in agreement. It is shocking. What’s interesting about this has to do with the fact that even though they seem to be in education and it appears to be a classroom, I don’t think those are the professions that are being referred to here and the point seemed to be that it applies to a broad range of professions including education because capitalism is a cancerous death cult.

One last vision where my consciousness is essentially flying up this one street in my neighborhood. As it floats, I encounter these bluish whispy clouds that seem to be flying entities. As I float on, I think to myself:

“I can’t believe how amazing this street looks at this time of the morning.”

Because it’s sublime in its transcendence. Eventually I get up to the hill to the main arterial which now turns into a cement set of stairs up to the boss ass Thai restaurant. It congeals together all fancy like an animated sequence. This is so awesome. I’m going to get some fantastic Thai food. Except that I then realize it’s only 6 in the morning and I very much doubt Thai Siam opens that early. This knowledge wakes me into the skin world.

11/23/2025 –

I walk into an airplane bathroom and start jamming glass contraptions into the sink as if I’m trying to get rid of them. Almost in the middle of doing this I realize that it makes zero sense.

Now a dream I barely remember. All I recall is that I’m drawn to the front of this A framed roof one room school house. I’m hovering in the air psychically interacting with a wall of golden A’s. Just the letter A in a swarm with one giant A in the middle center. I am feeding off their radiant bliss energy, in a trance of information.

A big screen suddenly appears in my field of vision. Baseball players appear on it but there is no field. They are playing against a slick black background, like a green screen effect.

Next a vision where I’m sitting at a fancy bar with a shiny black table. Cocktails in fancy martini glasses keep materializing in my field of view on my left-hand side. So do oysters. One per plate. Just small plates with one oyster on them. 

11/24/2025 –

I’m giving this gift of bitchin’ freezable craft beer glasses to my brother. They are super slick and cool and I transmute them across the mind frame to this bar table wrapped in a cardboard box. Then I wonder:

“Wait a minute. Does my brother even drink much beer anymore?”

Maybe this isn’t the amazing present I thought it was

For the rest of the night, not much else. I’m told that a new game is coming in on top of the old game, just up a fiery red ramp. It’s a superior game and this is to my benefit but I have to be careful.

Then a museum on top of a museum. The top half is a quieter museum. This is the one I’m headed to.

Then something about bottom-up processing.  

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