Atomic Energy Diagrams

9/8/2025 –

In this vision I’m some sort of television star and I’m playing this older gray-haired gentleman who is also very rich. I get the impression he’s a judge but as mentioned, a rich judge who lives in this enormous multi-story grey brick older mansion. The cameras follow me as I walk down these winding stairs and meet my daughter, who’s a straight-haired blonde girl who looks like she’s no older than 7.

My daughter needs something to keep herself occupied and this is obviously the focus of the episode we’re filming. I’m confused as to why my daughter needs something to do. It’s like:

“You’re rich and connected. You don’t actually have to do anything. Why not just chill out and enjoy yourself.”

She doesn’t just want something to do, she wants something that gives her life meaning. She wants something that’s going to lead to a job. A career. Like a nurse or something. I don’t entirely relate but I suppose I understand at least.

So we walk up another winding staircase and head into this room that has this triangular device that emanates orange and red light. It’s like a fake campfire that’s illuminating the room and entrancing us both. I have no idea what it does.

In the next sitch I wake up with this skinny woman with thick curly brown hair and braces a few feet from my face. She leans in close and I kiss her briefly but it doesn’t feel right at all, neither for her or me but we both shrug the awkwardness off. Uhhh, yeah. Where am I exactly? I get up and I’m at this small party. Sure. I stand up and this nerdy guy with floppy blonde hair and thick black rimmed glasses leads me across the room. As he does, suddenly this odd square device that’s the same size as a baseball diamond jumps up and down, as if it’s coming from my pants.

I look back confused and it seems to be some sort of a prank the guy has pulled on me. No one seems to be other than minorly amused by it honestly. The guy that explains that he rigged some sort of electrical inverter. Whatever.

I proceed to walk him back to a closed off room away from all the other guests and just shove the living shit out of him. Like, I’m not hurting him at all but I’m throwing him around and telling him to never, ever, EVER do anything like that again. Giving him a taste of what he’ll find out if he continues to fuck around.

After I set him straight we walk back into the party and he’s morphed into a tiny woman with thick curly black hair. My bullying has literally turned him into a little girl and I’m not sure how I feel about that metaphor honestly. Regardless, the little girl now sits in front of the TV and realizes all these calculations he wrote on the white board to the left of the TV have been erased.

I find this hilarious and I go over and crouch right next to him:

“How many hours of work did you lose? Seriously, how much work did you lose? How much time bro? How much time did you lose?”

I say in the most condescending and mocking tone imaginable on purpose. In the dream, this is genuinely fun.

One more vision of this family with middle aged parents and younger kids standing in their driveway behind a yellow car that looks like a boxier, less sporty version of a DeLorean. My perspective now shifts way up and behind them at the round grassy mountain. There is what looks like a large highway sized road mowed right into the mountain. My consciousness keeps moving back and then focusing on the grass highway of the road to hammer home a point. What point? The obvious one would have something to do with environmentalism.  

9/9/2025 –

A vision of these swarms of black and white discordant electric guitar noise that look a tad like atomic energy diagrams. There is a silver metallic triangular table floating in a black void space. The discordant guitar noise swarms are swooping in and populating the seats at the table apparently. The first one that’s populated is this fantasy looking woman wearing a white dress with white hair and a gigantic sword. She’s got a very anime look for sure.

My consciousness now zooms out of this weird spectacle into a scene where I’m looking at what appears to be an enormous vending machine. There are all these old-school large plastic buttons on this vending machine and as far as I can tell they look like various time periods you can select. One of them has dinosaurs on them but that’s about all I remember.

Now a scene where there’s this 1950’s looking blonde woman with tied up curly hair standing on air in the same void space. There are hearts in her eyes, her hands are up at her cheeks in awe, and behind her is this enormous projection screen. On the screen is a black and white movie or show featuring a dude with slicked back hair smoking a cigarette.

9/10/2025 –

I’m watching all these images of a sci fi universe that seems a bit like Dune as it’s combining ancient temple architecture with futuristic computer gadgets and what not. Lots of rapid-fire images of this admittedly cool shit and then a focus on one old man with gray hair parted on the side. This old dude is very important to this particular sci fi universe and there’s like a framed head shot in the middle of the rest of this sci fi tour scene. I’m guessing he’s the author or the inspiration for this little world but what the fuck do I know, you know?

Now I get warped into this reality TV competition bullshit that involves 4 women competing to be this guy’s wife or whatever. I think the whole thing sucks because you know, obviously romance competition shows are trash and I warp out of the fancy train car the show was apparently being filmed in. I’m a disembodied form of consciousness and I’m chatting with some other disembodied form of consciousness as we look back at the shiny metallic train car, which seemingly isn’t attached to a Locomotive or any other cars. Who knows what the fuck was going on there?

“You see, if I was him I wouldn’t pick any of those women. I’d say fuck it all and fly out of the train and off into astral space like I’m doing right now.”

I tell my unseen compatriot.

Now a vision of a skinny old man in a grocery store aisle, throwing items into a green and blue tie dye bag. I get the impression he’s stealing food to stay alive but that’s not entirely clear so I pull out of the vision wondering what his plan is exactly.

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