An Erotic Apex that Few Ever Reach

8/30/2025 –

I find myself immersed in this visionary experience where I’m like an ever-changing ink and paper art city. What’s fascinating here is that I go lucid and immediately contemplate how strange it is that I’m lucid inside a vision rather than a dream. I am fully awake. It is interesting. Has it ever happened before? I’m not sure. I do use my lucidity to instinctively chop up the city Dr. Strange style, carrying over last night’s lesson. I do this before I even realize that I know that I’m doing it and yeah, wow. That is a choice black and white drawn section of pseudo-New York looming above the harbor. Absolutely excellent. My mirror dimension warping powers tore off a perfect stylistically chaotic chunk of psychic city portraiture.

Later I’m lost in this long plot involving a group of people living in a particular house that I don’t remember at all. All I recall is that this house had a kitchen and a sink that has a bump out window above the sink. My grandma’s old place had one of those and in this situation we put a dude in there for a while. I’m not sure why but when my memory comes back the dude is still in the above glass sink area and I’m confused.

“Well, we have to keep him there until we need him.”

The guy explains. He seems like he’s in charge.

“It’s OK though. I programmed some mechanical entities for him to play basketball with.”

I don’t understand why he’s not saying robots but when I look in, they don’t look human. More like transforming wire creatures. How are we shrinking this dude down to such a size he can live in here exactly? A lot of things about the whole situation don’t add up if I’m being honest with myself but I get to watch the guy throw down a slick dunk over these mechanical entities. He just punks them in an incredibly smooth way, seeming very pleased with himself as he does.

The next situation is exactly as hazy. All I remember is the cool neighbor. I’m living with several women roommates right next to this dude and this guy is just money. At one point I’m walking out the door and he’s like tending to some project that requires him to stand in the doorway with it open. It legit makes no sense but while he’s doing this, he’s just getting off one-liners left and right. What a charming ass motherfucker.

The next thing I remember I’m in some large carpeted room that feels like it’s in an athletic complex or some shit. I’m lying on my back with 3 other women and it’s like we’re brainstorming. One with short black hair and a baggy blue t shirt is talking to the cool neighbor on her tablet or phone. It seems to keep switching between the two. She’s both talking to him on the phone and texting as well.

She’s asking us if we want a bunch of free food from this Latino gang. It’s a bunch of exotic food we’ve never tried before too. She’s sold and she’s trying to sell me but like. Ummm. If we take a bunch of free food from a gang, don’t we owe them? I mean, how does that work? Is it just free food, you know? We genuinely don’t know how to answer these questions and I don’t think it’s ever resolved. They seem to be leaning towards taking the eats though.

Now I’m in this large white tent situation. I sit down and my wife immediately tells me I’m getting some kind of minor award. I do, and the gift is brown felt made to look like a barrel full of coffee and liquor. You can’t lose with that as a gift I suppose. My wife confirms. It’s a fake barrel full of coffee and liquor.

I get back to my seat and now I understand that I’m working. My wife comes over and asks me about this 6-disc set of outer space art the cool neighbor gave me. It’s supposed to be an interactive device that projects consciousness to the stars and the disc art all looks fucking excellent when I pull it up in my mind’s eye. I didn’t find it very interesting though for whatever reason. I’m not actually sure what I did with it. She’s hounding me and I did not know she was so into this thing. Jeez, I guess I’ll go find it when I have time.

Also, she’s Aubrey Plaza now and she seems genuinely irritated with my response to the space discs. She’s reminding me she’s leaving work early. I’m only working like an hour later than her but something about the way she was talking to me after my response to the space discs makes me a bit paranoid. She did have plans after work. That’s why she was leaving early. Should I be worried?  

8/31/2025 –

Huge dream sequence where I’m involved with this project that involves making psychic films and yet I unfortunately remember very little. At one point, I’m in an otherworldly editing room or something and I’m seeing a problem. I’m just playing too many characters in this one particular film. It seemed like a good idea when we started it but now that we’re executing it, it feels slightly off. I’m stretched a bit thin. It’s convoluted. I’m watching this playback of one of my characters who’s this thin slightly neurotic dude wearing a button up shirt with short kind of pointed up black hair. I’m not sure how this is resolved but I do feel like other people in this film’s dimension feel the same way. My critique is resonating. Everything is in black and white too, which is weird.

The next thing I remember I’m sitting in a row of desks at school. This black-haired woman who’s sitting to my back left starts telling me that she’s heard some things about the movie. I am very confused and slightly weirded out by this because people were not supposed to have heard of this thing yet. In fact, it’s like her talking about it creates a little hypnotic wormhole. As I’m listening to her, on one hand I know I should be slightly alarmed that she has this info, on the other hand, there’s kind of a buzzy way that the wormhole is vibrating. I don’t think her knowledge poses any danger or anything, in fact, it’s probably a positive thing. People are already talking about this movie they’re not even supposed to know about.

Two more odd portal visions, in one there’s a like a 5 woman Punisher team. That’s the concept for this new show or comic or whatever. The Punisher women. That could potentially piss off a lot of people in the man-o-sphere if it was done right.

In the next vision there are these giant squid like alien looking things in the portal. My perspective shifts away from them and I’m told that they can’t change their characters much. Also, that they’re kind of assholes. The assholes comment seems to be an even balance of joke and reality. 

9/1/2025 –

In this dream I’m at school and this woman is supposedly into me. That’s the buzz around the school and yet she outwardly denies it. I don’t get the impression she’s even sure herself. Like, it feels like this rumor didn’t come from her but rather someone else.

Now the scene shifts and I’m in this movie theater. The woman who supposedly has a crush on me is sitting several rows in front of me watching the picture and I’m sitting a few empty seats away from her friend. After watching the movie for a while, the woman who’s supposedly into me jumps back a few rows and just starts grinding all over me. It’s legitimately weird and kind of like how a cat grinds on a human. Her back is turned the entire time and she is just sitting on top of me pushing all of her curves into me in as over the top but not X-rated way imaginable.

It seems like I just had the same thing happen in a dream a few days ago but here Jesus Fucking Christ! This woman is sex incarnate. Legit like the sexiest woman on the planet with her tattoos and jet-black hair. My god is it a lot. Like, can you even get sexier than this woman? Not really. She’s at that erotic apex few humans ever reach.

It’s also fascinating that the entire time the other woman who seems to be her friend sitting next to me is selling her on the concept of dating me. So they’re low key chatting this whole time as if I’m not supposed to hear and the one thing I remember is her friend saying:

“You guys really poll well together as a couple!”

As apparently that matters to the sex bomb woman. God, dating in the social media era. It’s not something I remotely understand. I do know that I was completely indifferent to these rumors before the grind show and honestly didn’t really believe them but now I’m convinced. Like, my god. How could any hetero man resist this? In fact, I’d better ask her out before the end of this impromptu feline lap grind. The weekend is coming up and if she doesn’t have plans with me, she’s going to have plans with someone else. That’s for sure. This also what I’m thinking as I pull into a waking state. Just wait until she stops grinding, then ask.  

When I get back under it’s a different brunette. Now I’m in class and at the desk two to the left of me there’s another gorgeous woman with jet black hair. She has angular features but isn’t nearly as dripping with potent sexuality. Just as attractive, just more conservative and bookish I guess.

Anyway, at one point I have a reason to go over and chat with her and it absolutely comes across like she’s flirting with me. Yes, I absolutely get the vibe that she’s into me on some level.

It kind of fades from there though and there’s this other good-looking dude who sits between us.

She absolutely seems like she has a crush on him more than me and it’s weird but despite the earlier signs she digs me, I just don’t feel like I have a good reason to go over and talk to her without it being awkward. I don’t think the guy is into her romantically either as it feels like he’s got a girlfriend or some shit. I’m not worried about him and so I’m just watching from afar and this goes on for quite a while.

At one point, her and the other hunky bro are working on some assignment for the class. When I look up, he’s pressed his desk right next to mine and she’s set up this almost NASA/old school phonograph looking device behind the guy’s back. She’s telepathically projecting these images into his mind through this odd translucent bubble contraption that kind of feels like popcorn machine. She seems to be getting these in through this green opening in the bubble. This is so weird that I finally have an in to get into the conversation, which I do by being all:

“Uhhhh, what the fuck are y’all up to exactly?”

I get the timing right and we both laugh which leads to a minor amount of banter. Finally, I had a reason to talk to this woman again. It doesn’t last though and as I’m leaving the class I’m thinking about how I’ve blown the whole lesson plan off. I know from a mild amount of ease dropping on her male friend that she’s really invested in it. Like, most of what she talks about involves the various projects for this class.

Maybe if I put a bunch more effort into it, it’d give me an in. I’m seriously contemplating it. I could finish the final few assignments for sure. Couldn’t I? It seems like I could but what about the other ones? How many have I blown off so far? Even if I finished the final few projects, would I even pass? I have no clue. It’s very tempting because of this woman but I’m also not convinced it’d even work. After considering it for quite some time, I finally concede that it wouldn’t be worth the effort. That’s about where the dream ends.

While meditating later, a vision of a family in these colorful logo jumpsuits, each wearing a different color. They are entering some sort of country trash family feud type competition. I have no idea how I know this.  

In the same meditation sesh, a lengthy vision I don’t remember much about why it’s important to carry cash. There’s always someone else to bribe. That seems to be the message. Always good to have cash on you in the event someone needs to get paid off on the fly. Ok then.

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