Chaos Economics

9/5/2024 –

I’m at the north end of what used to be the Westlake Center by the hallway and my old boss from a job I had over a decade ago has opened up a fancy hair salon in the retail space there. I’m very impressed by this and am congratulating the dude thoroughly, but when I’m walking away the woman getting her hair cut is naked. What the fuck? I catch the nudity out of the corner of my eye so I head back and like: What? Now he’s getting naked too. I have zero clue what to make of this but I’m disgusted. This isn’t really a hair salon, is it?

I have no idea what the fuck it is, but after I leave I’m compelled to return and yeah. Everyone is naked in the whole joint. There is an older larger bodied woman sitting under a hair-dryer completely nude. I find her naked figure quite alluring but also, no. I do not approve of what is going on here. And yet on some level I do. One of those kind of sitches.

The next thing I know I’m waking up at a celebratory breakfast with the functional family. Just typical good vibes shit in that camp. We’re having a small morning meal get-together with some of the fam and they’re of course super happy to have me.

This goes on for a bit and mainly there’s a theme of increasing abundance. At first it seems like there’s barely enough food for me and there’s only a few people there. As time goes on there are more and more super friendly good vibes peeps and all these peeps keep brining more and more food. I initially didn’t take too much because it seemed like there just wasn’t enough but pretty soon I’m going back for more and more because now it feels weird if I don’t eat enough. So much good food.

I’m sitting next to the functional family patriarch the entire time and you know, the guy’s just so glad I’m there. At one point I’m admiring his son’s excellent shirt. Such a cool combination of modern athletic-wear design and retro-velour mafioso fashion. I compliment him on it but when he walks away to attend to other matters, I decide I probably couldn’t pull of the look so I’m not going to inquire further.

Then we go outside and wouldn’t you know? There’s monstrous day party raging in their backyard. They do have an amazing chain link fenced-in back yard. It’s a gorgeous sunny day. Perfect for a rager. This is extensive but there are only a couple details worth remembering.

As I’m wandering around mingling I meet these two women. They are stylish in a somewhat white trashy way but the thicc woman with the dyed black hair with purple streaks is definitely alluring. Again, there’s a little bit of trash to the look but ultimately I’m good with it. She’s got the juice but more to the point, the only reason I’m thinking about this is because she’s throwing me the signals hardcore. No mystery here. None whatsoever.

We do the typical thing where the party conversation just naturally ends and we move on for a bit. At some point ICE shows up next door. They’re wearing red almost imperial guard uniforms and chasing these old women around the neighbor’s adjacent and also chain link fenced-in yard. We have zero clue what to do about this situation but some of our party does go and try to help out. Then the red creeps are chasing this elderly woman through our yard. We mainly just seem to be staying out of their way. It feels like the lady knows what she’s doing.

At another point, this young guy is going to cut their grass and this brings back crazy memories of me mowing the functional family’s yard back in the day. That was a project in itself but this dude’s project is huge. Upon waking up I’m realizing what I remembered about cutting their yard was completely wrong, but it forced me to contemplate a memory I’d essentially lost. That’s beside the point though. The point is that this kid is going to cut their grass wearing these excellent sneakers. Lord, he’s never done this before, has he? I’m trying to explain to him that cutting the grass is going to ruin his sneakers but I’m not sure it ever sticks.

I give up and it’s like the purple haired woman is waiting to accost me. It works. I end up sitting down next to her for a while in these white lawn chairs. Eventually even I’m sort of surprised. We just met but she absolutely wants me to make out with her. I lean in and wow. Why is this makeout sesh so otherworldly? Also, why is she wearing sparkly purple lip stick that matches the streaks in her hair? She’s a bad bitch. This is the second time I’ve gotten heavy lipstick kisses in a dream state in 2 days. Weird and It’s like we’re making out in slow motion. I’d say she’s terrible at kissing but she’s somehow pulling me into it and making me terrible at kissing as well.

This doesn’t last forever and eventually she gets up to circulate some more. I just sit there and out of nowhere she jumps on my lap, lap dance style. Now she’s riding me and I’m like:

“Jesus. Right in the middle of a party? What about my wife?”

And with that thought, I pull away from the dream state.

Later, while mediating I reach into the storage space under the stairs and grab a book with a blue cover. Above the cover image are the words:

“This is how we do it.”

Then below the graphic:

“This isn’t how we do it.”

One more vision of a retro-futuristic spaceship flying backwards through anti-matter. This is a reference to the Crisis in Infinite Earths movie I was watching and that’s it. This retro-futuristic spaceship can fly against the current of the doomsday antimatter. Of course it can.  

9/6/2025 –

I’m packing away all this stuff from the closet as frantically and carefully as possible. I’m in this hotel and I know I’m supposed to have all of my shit out soon. My old friend’s coming to pick me up and help out so it shouldn’t be a problem. I am meticulously categorizing and packing up various pornographic materials though, which even I find a bit funny.

Fuck, I know we’re supposed to be out by 7pm and it is in fact 7pm. No one seems to care though. There clearly aren’t other occupants waiting to take the room so we have all the time in the world. It stresses me out though. My friend eventually shows up and yeah. It’s only going to take like 10 minutes to load up all this stuff with the two of us. He brought some friends to help as well. This will be easy. I help these women grab my clothes and hang them up in the backseat of my retro 70’s muscle car. The clothes all look retro too. Also, it doesn’t make any sense because my friend brought a van but we’re going to take the clothes in the awesome bronze colored cruiser for some reason.

That’s about all I remember but when I wake up and get back under I’m now in this underground office work space thing. It’s very arty looking and we have this breakroom area that’s a huge metal table for the employees to sit around. This is all so excellent looking it’s like a movie set. I mostly sit in there by myself meditating but sometimes other peeps come in and we chat. There’s one black guy and a white dude with greasy hair I seem to enjoy bullshitting with a lot when they’re there.

Then there’s this other white college professor/ski coach looking co-worker bro.

He looks like privilege the person with his floppy thick parted hair and white tennis shirt. I don’t dislike this guy either honestly, I just find him suspicious. At one point he comes in after working in his office and listening to a podcast and just starts spouting man-o-sphere bullshit.

“Oh god.”

I think to myself but I manage to mostly ignore it. Not long after, all the guys are like are hanging in the tricked-out breakroom and the man-o-sphere privilege guy comes in and starts talking about more man-o-sphere bullshit. I sit there for a while listening to it. Then I sit there for a while longer listening to it. No. I’m not going to interject. It’s not worth it. Not interjecting. Ahhh, god fucking damnit!

I just can’t sit there silently and listen to this trash so I start shredding it in a very polite way where I’m not making fun of the guy, just the bullshit. The main thing is I don’t want the other two guys that I like to be infected by this shite. At one point it’s weird too because he brings up a Joe Rogan interview and it’s like I’d actually listened to this interview and knew exactly why he was wrong. This happens and I genuinely sort of look at myself from a third person perspective shocked that I voluntarily listened to a Joe Rogan interview.

Anyway, after dropping some science politely I leave and it’s time for me to go home. Except it’s like I’m up this light stairway and I suddenly know that I’m dreaming. I’m trying to walk out this white light door to wake up but I can’t. Instead, my perspective is looking outside of myself and I’m controlling this excellent earthy cosmic cube. As I press up against light door I’m rotating the art cube that looks like a more modern version of the Human Behavior video by Bjork. It’s not just the way this looks though, it’s the feel of turning a world upside down with internal gestures while looking at it from a distance and inside of it at the same time. Exquisite.

Eventually I do manage to turn the living cube to a place where the light door opens, which is right near my fictional house in this dimension. It’s a modest place that’s nothing like my actual home. I keep looking at the clock. It’s 7pm. It’s dark outside. Something feels off and I don’t know why.

I don’t remember much else other than suddenly wanting to have sex with my wife. This starts off fine but somehow I end up warped into a different room with this young-looking woman with buzzcut red hair. She’s stunning and lying on the bed next to me wearing classy red burlesque style lingerie. She’s face down on the bed masturbating while thrusting herself into it rhythmically. It’s pretty hot. I ask if she’d let me watch her touch herself and she immediately agrees, revealing her near perfect abs.

Wait though. Something isn’t right. How old is she? I somehow know the answer is 15. What’s creepy is that this doesn’t deter me.

“When are your parents getting home?

I ask her. She doesn’t know. I ask again. She still doesn’t know. Despite this, I’m not walking away. One of the creepier dreams I’ve had in a while honestly. Never had a dream where I was a pedophile before. Hopefully that’s the last.

9/7/2025 –

There is a man wearing a wide brimmed athletic cap with a very southern California skater/punk look to him accepting one of those cartoonishly large novelty checks. I get the impression this is from a lawsuit he was a part of and I somehow know the check is for the amount of $108k.

Now a vision of the old woman from the Miyazaki movies. This is actually an interesting reference as it takes me more than bit to remember what the reference is. She’s much younger in this sitch which is probably why it takes a sec to place it but what’s weirder is that she says:

“Sharp tears can wait.”

And then after I’m told something about a:

“A blue prosthetic”

Interesting.

Now a vision of a plane flying with ropes hanging off of the wings and fuselage, like it was a float in a big parade. Tweaking the ropes from below are both Snoopy and Superman with no ground in sight. Now the words:

“Chaos Economics!”

Enter my mind.

In the next vision, I’m at a tech press conference thing and this black-haired middle aged CEO dude is talking away into all these microphones. The next thing I know, the scene has shifted and everyone is shocked to see that the he has decided to be a man of the people and work the returns desk. And it’s not just that he’s doing it briefly, it seems like he’s been working the returns desk for a while with no sign of leaving. Curious, I come to look over and people are returning all these jagged metallic futuristic tower contraptions. There seems to be no end to the line.

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