Encircling the City of the Divine Sorcerer

11/25/2025 –

I’m in a corporate type break room area that’s a direct reference to a job at an architecture firm I had a million years ago. I’m pulling these pastries out of this thick plastic bag for a meeting and instantly reminded of the foodbank I worked at years ago. Food bank pastries for architects. Bitchin’.

Now a vision of an attractive young punk rock looking pale white woman with a black tattoo on her upper thigh and shorter curly black hair with some patches of blonde splashed in. She’s getting fucked missionary style on a bed with a yellow bedspread. The man on top of her has an average body. I do not remember his face.

My mind warps across the room into my work bag. There is a clear plastic bag full of Reese’s Pieces at the bottom of the bag. The only thing interesting about this is that it all just doesn’t feel like a vision or dream to me. I’m in disbelief. The pieces are too real.

Next I’m looking at a galactic city that’s modeled off of Seattle from the Beacon Hill viewpoint looking north from above. Cool shit. The towers are looking like Eternity from the Marvel universe. Resplendent with shimmering archives of divine light. World making parameters constrained by what would typically be steel. Spaceway highways encircling the city of the divine sorcerer.

A hand drawn picture hanging on a steel fridge. It’s black ink on white paper mushroom trip art. I know this somehow inherently, just by looking at it. Kind of looks like a hyper-complicated but menacing yeti. Well done. Lots of fine detail. I do not like the vibes though. It’s a bad trip Yeti. I’m all the way out on this, in fact I start flooding my mind my own black ink mushroom art. Much better vibes magick tree god. Much better.

11/26/2025 –

A vision of a living couch down to my left. It’s like a 4-pronged purple living couch with people with colorful 70’s looking clothing living inside of it. Long live the living couch.

Now a vision of this English Bulldog on a golf course. He’s like a mascot and he somehow attaches himself to the front of the golf cart as it’s moving. I have no idea what to make of it as the cart makes its way toward me because it seems unnatural but I do think it’s adorable.

Next it’s so fucking annoying. I’m in this hotel and I move all my shit down to a lower floor for one final night. Then later I realize I was supposed to be up in the top floor so I have to move all my shit up again. To tell you the truth, I have zero clue what the fuck is going on because none of it makes sense.

From here on out I am wandering around all these mystical urban indoor worlds. Long corridors of wonder and enchantment. I traverse them until I just so happen to wind up in a hotel room with a bunch of professional basketball players. We’re just chilling when all of a sudden Kevin Durant flips out. He’s taking control of this locker room. He’s pissed off about strategy and wants to hash out the X’s and O’s.

I am fucking here for it. Like, this is what I wanted to see. The real insider shit. They all seem to follow KD to a white board in the side of the room and here’s where my consciousness warps into vapor. Who the hell knows what happens next but none of it feels remotely human.

The narrative switches directions and now I’m walking into this candy-colored future fantasy village. I’m standing there taking in the weirdness when I start to get it. Nah, this shit ain’t waking life. I feel it and yet I don’t think going god mode lucidity is the answer either. It just doesn’t seem quite right. But I’m an idiot so I do it anyway.

As I’m flying up to the top of the pastel explosion future past creating environment I’m thanked for always rep’ing LeBron James. Yeah, he’s the GOAT. Obvs. I then fly to this brick tower near the city’s ceiling. The city has a ceiling.

Up at the top of this tower all these other Supermen start flying in. We’re all Superman up here. That’s about where I wake up.

11/27/2025 –

I’m looking out the front door of my childhood house in Ohio where there’s now an arty diagonal window cut into the door with these fancy floral cut patterns slashed in the glass. As I look through, I see this tan naked woman with perfectly feathered hair. She has an amazing ass and the whole thing is accentuated by the details in the slit of glass. The custom window is creating a classy, classic porn effect.  

I’m flying into this unknown destination on an airplane and when we get to the airport the plane splinters dimensions. There is a solar light orb portal in the center that bisects everything. There are now two paths that can be taken. You can disembark the plane into two different worlds, although I’m not sure the passengers have a choice where they end up. A man with black hair and a short sleeve shirt with a tie is heading out into one solar portal reality. I’m heading out into the other with a woman I can only feel but can’t see.

What can I say? A lot of this looks like a hyper-real collage art airport but a lot of it is fairly boring. We’re like waiting for shit to come off the admittedly very cool looking luggage rack and what not. There’s a long sequence here where I keep trying to find my wallet and cell phone underneath the seats. Super annoying. Once we get back into the airplane with the secret luggage (which was like a small white purse), we warp into the alternate solar dimension.

In the dimension, I deplane and head up some form of rotational mysticism into a high house with white curtains to have sex with my wife. We have a lot of sex. My penis seems mechanical. Glass. Glass mechanical. Lots of sex with my glass mechanical penis.

Eventually when we’re done I head back down into the airplane with the solar rift and that’s where I lose the thread. 

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