All that Surrealist Acid Jazz

12/16/2025 –

In a trance state the word Wisconsin pops into my mind, which confuses the fuck out of me. Not long after, I’m told: kind. Wisconsin kind. I somehow know what this means as it’s a cryptic code that would only make sense to me personally. You see, I had upstairs neighbors from Wisconsin for nearly a decade that were the opposite of Seattle people as they went way out of their way to know roughly all our neighbors. Then they’d talk to me like I had a clue who they were talking about and I’d have to have them elaborate. I found it so weird but this is right in tune with the I need more of a sense of community thing they keep hammering home in me. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to find this community but fair point.

Later I’m shown one of those Obey signs. The text wasn’t there so it legit took me a minute or so to remember what that iconic design was exactly. Go get that community fool. Obey.

12/17/2025 –

I enter an incredibly odd disembodied state where I’m looking at myself in the mirror. It’s like some inside a crystal ball smoke layer shit. Jarring. More inhuman than human. More unreal than real. All that surrealist acid jazz. The feeling of this really is something but the vision’s kind of mundane. What I see in the mirror is just this guy who sort of looks like me but kind of greasy, a little bit heavier, with a thin mustache. He’s not a bad looking guy per se, but I’m not like super happy about being this guy either. Not a subtle commentary on my own self perception I suppose.

While meditating the phrase:

“Super-secret pug jazz club”

Pops into my mind. I do got that scoobity doop, don’t I?

Later I’m reminded of my

“Accomplishments”

And I immediately insist to myself that I’ve accomplished nothing, sort of immediately proving the point of the first hyper-intense vision. Funny how that works. I actually came up with a rather ridiculous story about how the way you view yourself is much different than the way other people do later in the night because of this.

12/18/2025 –

Stayed up late at a show. No dreams or visions. My dog Zeke did wake me up in the middle of the night reminding me to take my thyroid pill though. Does he ever randomly bark at shit in the middle of the night? Nope. But he did on a night where I wouldn’t have woken up to take my pill on an empty stomach if he didn’t. That freaking pooch. He's got the juice.

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