A Transcendent Heft

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 his wife with this knowledge. I’m going to tell his wife (who’s hovering in this mind bubble) but not because I’m some good person who thinks she has the right to know. I want to fuck her and think maybe I could get revenge sex out of it. That is absolutely the number one motivation here. It isn’t great.

11/14/2025 -

Someone has died and no one seems to care. I walk down this sci fi corridor and there’s this dude in a helmet working on some elaborate tech contraption. He seems completely indifferent to the death and I’m like:

“What the fuck? You have this successful Star Wars franchise that’s just hanging there and you’re going to do nothing? Why the fuck wouldn’t you make more of that series?”

I seem to be getting through to him.

In this next vision I’m heading home to embark on my new life. I’m entranced by the view from my abode. There’s an enormous window facing into the backyard. It’s transcendent and weird.

Certainly an excellent view. My new girlfriend now enters the picture through a living thought bubble on my upper left. Wow man. She’s a red-haired giant woman wearing a bikini. You can feel the immense power of her beauty. Yes. Even if this is temporary, I am making the right decision. The potency of her vibe is unmatched. If you have a shot at being with a woman like that, you take it. Everything else will work itself out.

Later I walk into a bathroom and a new coworker is there. He tells me that he likes my cornrows but like what the fuck? I didn’t get cornrows obviously. I barge into the bathroom to look in the mirror. What on earth? The mirror is reflecting backward somehow. Not really backward per se but we’re looking in the mirror at the backs of our heads enlarged substantially. This is certainly weird. Also, I don’t have cornrows, but it’s like I’ve got one of those shaved-in parts which normally don’t work with white people hair. None of this makes sense.

11/15/2025 –

I got a job working for an alternative weekly (a thing that barely exists anymore) with this writer guy I sort of know from way back. We’re all in this newsroom holding these pads and paper and they have weight to them. You can feel the stories. There’s a heaviness to the contemplations. The words on these pads possess a transcendent heft.

I head out to this show which is super odd. All these people are setting up in these black box compartments on stage. Like a very eclectic orchestra full of odd curio electronic instruments. Not all computer stuff though. I’ve never seen a band set up anything like this. There’s like 10 of them and a small crowd of I’d say like 30 people have gathered. It starts out terribly. It seems like technical difficulties but we genuinely can’t tell.

“There’s no way they planned this, is there?”

I think to myself. I can feel the rest of the crowd thinking the same thing somehow, or maybe they are wondering out loud. Then something changes and the band is suddenly locked in. We are freaking mesmerized because it’s the most unique mind warping tunes imaginable. Can’t even be described and of course my consciousness pulls into the strange orchestra and its red flashing colors. Wow man. This stuff is heavy and not in a metal way. Complicated too.

After they’re done, the writer guy I only sort of know comes over with his notepad and pen. We’re stoked. There’s some heft here my friend. Some transcendent heft. Obviously we’re both writing about this shit.

And with this, I walk off to the other side of the stage. It’s like reality breaks itself in two. The stage is behind me through a black out portal. I cross back through the portal to get back to the stage and everyone’s gone. The super freak out orchestral ensemble has vanished.  

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