Different Vibes Man, Different Vibes

11/12/2023 -

In a liminal state vision I'm shown this image that looks like a word bubble from a cartoon strip, except in a completely alien language. Being a dumb American who's no language expert I'm not entirely sure how I know that it's an otherworldly font rather than just foreign but I do. It's intuitive and I can also tell that it has something to do with my personality specifically. I'm later told that it's a sound. A certain otherworldly sonic frequency that exists within me.

I'm now shown a vision about how my chihuahua protects me in my sleep. He does have a lot of attitude I must confess. I didn't become a dog dad to gain little psychic security warriors on the astral plane but it's a nice benefit. Both are a tad more formidable on the other side than they are here, which tracks because they do spend most of their time sleeping.

Now I'm slated to be a character witness at some sort of formal hearing involving an old bandmate. My family is all involved with this and I'm rather annoyed they just sprung it on me. In fact, it's sprung on me so quickly I'm not entirely sure how to react. I mean, I haven't hung out with this dude in a long time and he was a tad shady. The fuck do I know, you know? I'm fine with it as long as I don't have to lie and I can just say he seemed fine when I was hanging with him. He'd cleaned his shit up and stayed clean as far as I could tell back then. I recently learned another former bandmate ended up being a total piece of shit though so again: The fuck do I know, you know?

My step mom introduces me to answer my questions as:

"Your prototypical California boy."

And so when I'm called I immediately clarify that I've never lived in California and I have no clue what she's talking about. My entire family is from the Bay Area on both sides though I must confess.

Speaking of family, I'm now at the prototypical gathering scenario. This time it's a wedding and we're all waiting in this futuristic circular looking wooden church structure. It's for my young cousin but in quite dramatic fashion, we're all dressed to the hilt and jilted with the news that no wedding is going down. Here's where it gets fuzzy though because not long after I have zero memory of the dramatics that lead to this conclusion, and it was dramatic. In fact, I'm really annoyed that I'm supposed to go on this fancy post wedding boat trip. Seriously, even though they're not getting married I still have to do this goddamn boat trip? It sounds so boring.

Long story short, I somehow end up on this boat trip while I'm taking a shower and I don't have any clothes, which of course leads to me trying to find an outfit that will work for way too long. I'm super irritated with all of this but eventually I'm telepathically shown some of the destinations and I get it. It's kid friendly shit that doesn't make any sense to me because I don't have kids.

What's important though is that my perspective now backs far away from this whole boat scene where on another level of reality there's a recurring frequency. I'm being shown this pattern that vibrates through everything and how this frequency just doesn't quite jibe with the vibes of my family. It looks like a very specific visualized angular sound cloud in the background of everything. It's different.

The musician EL-P is mentioned as another person who resonates with this frequency. Some people are meant to raise children, some people are meant to talk to UFO's. I'm the latter.

11/13/2023 -

It's the crackling energy kid thing again but this time with no crackling energy kid. I'm at the museum where this whole charade often goes down. I'm on the first floor and there are several people encouraging me to do the trick. I'm skeptical though, because it doesn't work every time. Also, the crackling energy kid normally initiates the process and he's not around. They keep bugging me to do the trick though and eventually I'm like:

"Sure, I can give it a try."

And so I do. I go up and stand around where this energy is supposed to exist on the west corner of the second floor of the museum and it almost feels like I'm consumed by green mutating paisley art from another plane of existence. Did this shit even work? It doesn't seem like it, but as we're leaving the museum I realize that wait a minute, it absolutely did and I can use this energy to jump several hundred feet in the air, which I start doing. The several people who encouraged me to do this are impressed and almost concerned that I'm jumping too high. What would happen if the energy fails out mid jump and I fall. No need to worry though because I can feel it coursing through my body. I could jump much higher if I wanted.

The next thing I remember is my consciousness looking at the top floor of an office building from a perspective that's massively backed out from human reality. There are all these circular almost target like looking icons representing all the people who work on the top floor of this office. It then focuses on this one in the middle and highlights it in red. That's the big hot shot tech bro CEO apparently. Except that the entire point is that from this perspective he's no different than any of the other workers. Out here, we give zero shits about his status and we can invade his mind and manipulate him in the exact same manner we can invade anyone else's. The fact that he's convinced himself he's some sort of a badass is just a ridiculous illusion that only exists on that lower level of reality. That's the whole point to this exercise.

Now I'm in school scenario because of course and yet the only thing I can remember about this lesson is that at some point the same metaphor from above shows up in regards to these two individuals swimming in an amusement park wave pool. I wish I remember the point to this but if I had to guess, it'd be that the mystic swims in the same waters that the madman drowns. From above, they're looking for these swimmers, whereas they don't give a single fuck about some tech CEO.

Finally I find myself watching the long defunct Seattle spazzcore band The Abodox playing at the also now defunct old Funhouse. They're now a 2 piece which is odd and they have a different drummer, but the drummer is going absolutely apeshit in an inhuman way. What he's doing isn't actually possible and a part of me realizes that. Also, there's maybe like 5 people there total and because of that they play a ridiculously short set. When they finish, I realize there were like 4 bands before them that I sat through and am having an impossible time recalling what I'd witnessed.

As I head out of the venue I realize I now have to catch a bus home, but of course I'm getting confused. I'm standing there on the sidewalk trying to determine my next move when this tall burly guy with jet black hair and his rocker looking girlfriend exit the venue and call my actual name, not my fake one. I'm surprised and they're wondering if I want to head to another bar with them. It's tempting because they have a car but I don't really want to stay up later. Will they be able to get me home? The dream ends with this mystery.

11/14/2023 -

I'm in a spaceship and in a scenario where I'm supposed to stab my chihuahua to death, which I do. This is very video game-y and the stabbing is bloodless but unfortunately, he doesn't die immediately but rather runs around in pain slowly dying, which is super hard to watch because you know, he's my pet and I love him. Why was I stabbing him? Well, it's all reference to a particularly stupid story arc in the game Starfield, which I won't give away in case anyone reading is playing through. I genuinely hated the arc in the game and this is the closest thing to a nightmare I've had in a while. There was a distance to it but it was still brutally sad.

What was the point? Well, after waking up disturbed and getting back under I'm now shown a vision where I mercilessly kill a supposed "bad guy" from the game. Zero remorse, unlike with my pup. This is actually the entire point to the initial story it's referencing in the game and the entire point to the vision. As cool as the game is in a lot of ways, it's still stupid and shitty hyperviolence because humanity lacks the imagination to create big ticket games that aren't. My dreams are quite brutally critiquing this and you know, fair point.

For the rest of the night it's almost like I'm on some Christian mission or some shit. I'm with a group of guys and we're traveling to a distant locale and there's an entire slate of activities we're supposed to accomplish. Everyone seems to really want to go on this excursion and are excited about it, except me. I hate all of it. At one point I'm walking with a fellow missionary and explaining to him how I have a depressive personality type. He asks me what that's like and I basically tell him:

"Well, it absolutely fucking sucks but on the other hand I tend to be right about almost everything. In fact, even the bleakest and most cynical side of me isn't actually able to accurately predict how shitty things typically go in our world. Even that super depressed asshole isn't cynical enough to keep up with the endless bummer that is this trash reality."

He doesn't entirely understand this but later, in a liminal state I'm essentially told how much shittier our world's going to get. Fun, and honestly, it does seem like this whole Christian mission involves going to Israel in some capacity.

Not long down the road I have a vision. I'm walking past the school near my house and I notice a phrase carved into stone in large letters on top of the building.

"First Girl Shooter"

It says. Fair point. I seem to be the only one creeped the fuck out by our culture of hyper-violent entertainment. Two things can in fact be true: religious fundies like to blame school shootings on violent entertainment rather than passing gun laws AND violent entertainment isn't fucking great for society. Christ, the military literally funds it because it makes the world a shittier more violent place quite specifically. I have genuinely never even met a supposedly "smart" person who acknowledges this and I get it. Fuck religious lunatics but also, fuck you because you're full of shit too. If endless war fantasies are the best our cool artsy people have to offer then we're doomed.

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