Drop City Acid

8/21/2025 –

We get the news that Nikola Jokic has joined the Warriors and we’re watching these highlights. Holy shit, he got into crazy shape. Jokic is now ripped and is absolutely dominating fools. He’s better than ever and pulling off shit he’s never done before. We’ve now watched him throw down some pretty impressive dunks. Actually, on the surrealist replay we’re catching it. That shit was a thrunk rather than a dunk. Even better. Jesus, and he’s playing with Steph Curry now? That’s going to be hard to stop.

In the next vision my one social worker friend is hanging out in her apartment dressed almost like a princess. I look around and she’s surrounded by all these fabulous looking gay guys, also dressed in princess dresses. They look like a force to be reckoned with. My view now pans out the window and looks up at the high rise building they’re in, which is an incredibly odd skyscraper that looks like it’s made from a bunch of premade parts assembled together. It’s like horizontal red shipping containers cobbled together with vertical concrete shafts. It all has a strange charm to it but it’s definitely different.

The next scene takes place in this same red shipping container skyscraper. Here there’s a dude lying on the bed looking out the window to his room’s balcony. His wife or girlfriend keeps walking by. Each time she’s dressed up and it’s like she’s bought something new or has just come back from having drinks with friends or whatever. Each time the guy is just lying on his side on the bed, looking at his phone where he keeps getting updates. Lots of updates and as far as I can tell, most of them are positive.

Now a vignette also taking place in the same odd high rise. I am a man living this high rise and I have a new jet I’m going to try out. So my consciousness warps out near the top of this building so I can fly my jet. This very much feels like I’m flying a remote-control jet but I don’t think that’s what’s supposed to be going on. I think my consciousness has detached itself and I’m watching myself fly the jet around the top of the skyscraper.

Anyway, I have this black jet and pretty much the instant I start flying it around, I’m now realizing there’s another solar looking jet also circling around the tower. It seems to be one-upping me too, because whereas I’m flying around the top of the skyscraper and below, it keeps soaring well above the top before coming back around. I’m sort of jealous before I realize something. The solar jet keeps running into shit and crashing. My black jet does not. It’s maintaining steady circular patterns the whole time. Not one crash. So sure, it’s not getting as high but on the other hand…

8/22/2027 –

I wake up into another dream where I just go into the bathroom, close the door and start ranting to myself in the mirror. This is something I’ve absolutely never done in actual life and I wish I remember what I was ranting about. Eventually there’s a knock on the door. It’s my wife and when she comes into the room it genuinely startles me. I’m not even sure why. I guess because it’s the middle of the night.

In the next vision there are these stylish looking tween kids doing a conga line down the hallway of this very high-end old school mixed with modern style school. When my perspective is panned on their faces, they’re all obviously quite irritated with the sitch. The view moves through all 5 of them individually and it’s like each one is more annoyed than the last.

“Who wouldn’t want to Conga?”

I think to myself.

Later I’m looking at this team of tactical officers raiding what’s supposed to be my high-rise apartment. They’re all on the ground crawling on their bellies with their assault rifles drawn in front of them when I just walk in slow behind them like:

“Uhhh, what are guys doing?”

Not long after a vision of them consulting me on the quality of their side dishes. They come in these tight brown canteen like bowls and I must confess, they are solid sides. What the main dish is I’m never told.

Next a vision of a man in a metal colored mech suit stumbling out of control down a dirt trail on a hill. There’s a tiny monkey in his path and the monkey manages to ankle tackle the suit guy, preventing him from continuing to careen out of control. But shit, what about the monkey? The shot now pans back and the monkey definitely seems injured. Is the monkey going to be OK? I’m sure it will but this question is in fact, never answered.

8/23/2025 –

In a dream I’m in this bedroom that very much looks like a hotel room from the 70’s. Beige bedspread with white shag carpet. I look across the room and there’s a woman standing there. Thin with extra pale skin and fancy but not too fancy red hair hanging down to her shoulders. She’s wearing a white shirt with beige pants combo that’s once again, very nice but not too fancy. It’s an interesting balance she’s treading here. As I’m looking at this woman I’m wondering why I haven’t been romantically involved with her yet. I get the feeling we spend a lot of time together and are essentially a part of the same family. Are we? Oh yeah. My wife. That’d be why I shouldn’t be hooking up with this particularly enticing red haired woman.

Later I’m in the same dream hotel room scenario and now my childhood dog Heidi is hanging out by the bed. She doesn’t even look like Heidi of course but she’s got the gray muzzle. Totally different breed, lower to the ground and pudgier. I accept it as my long dead dog though. At first it occurs to me that maybe she shouldn’t be there but on this plane but nah. A part of me knows. There’s no such thing as death on this plane. There’s no reason my long dead dog wouldn’t be here.     

In the next vision there are 3 or 4 guys and they’re creeping up on this piece of architecture in the distance. It’s a building or just an enormous house and it’s very odd because it’s occluded by what looks like high tech smoke. You can see how large and intricate it is, but there’s a digital effect blurring it out like cyber fog. Eventually we get up to the neighborhood where this building’s in and it makes no sense. There’s like a driveway that goes directly into a front porch area at an impossible angle. I find this strange but I’m not sure the other dudes have noticed it yet.

A flyer with and light orange and black color scheme advertising the band:

Drop City Acid

Sounds like a cool band, particularly because when I looked it up, Drop City was the name of a fairly famous hippie commune. I did not know that consciously at all.

A dude with floppy hair is wearing this blue and black outfit but wait, what? It’s like his top and pants are fused together in a unique way no one has imagined before. It’s a new-fangled urban onesie. There’s cool graffiti type art on the sides of the outfit too that look like flames. Hard to come up with new innovations in fashion but whatever type of outfit this dude’s rocking is new shit.

In this vision I walk out of what seems like an open-air horse track or something and as I’m leaving I’m seeing all these varied animals and handlers standing by the dirt path out of the place. I see the sun coming over their shoulders and it’s briefly mesmerizing. Just a bunch of animal handlers standing outside by the road. The animals are outside rather than inside the zoo. Why? That’s what I’m contemplating as I’m walking by. I’m genuinely enjoying the animal display though. It’s bringing a smile to my face. In fact, I come out of the vision yelling about capybara’s in my mind.

“Caaaaa-p-yyyyyyy-b-aaaaaaa-ra!”

I’m singing to myself. Which is strange because I remember the last animal I was looking at and it wasn’t a capybara. Seemed like something completely made up. Also, it was shapeshifting.

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