The Vibes Are Instantaneous

1/1/2025 –

It feels like I’m on a customer service call and I’m just connecting with this woman with black hair. As I am, I’m telling her that I genuinely love the videos on her profile page and I almost never watch those things. This is going over swimmingly as she’s clearly proud of them. The vibes are instantaneous. 

I wake up and walk downstairs into my office. What the fuck is going on? Waking up into a dream shit. I go over and stand by my desk contemplating. I’m going to go back to sleep right? I do have a few more hours to go back to sleep. Cool. I then look over and there’s this gay porn magazine that I’m guessing my gay friends left there the night before. The funniest thing here is that I’m looking at the mag and finding it so strange that these even exist.

When was the last time I’ve even looked at an in the flesh (porn magazine). This is what I’m thinking about inside the dream. In a waking state the answer is that I genuinely don’t know. I’m pretty sure while traveling in the early 2000’s. There’s some straight stuff in this gay porn magazine too and what am I even looking at? This is some fucked up hetero shit. It’s like their black horse face energy is merging with each other from across the Victorian style bed. It’s a foursome. What..the?

I get up and when I get back under. Now I’m in another waking up in a dream scenario. I go outside and these black hot cars keep jerking in and out of the driveway in a surreal fashion. I was supposed to go to school today but I have zero clue what the fuck is going on with the surrealist classic car sitch outside. I ain’t fucking with that.

So I head back in to bed and it all hits me. I’m blowing off these classes? Again? What the fuck is wrong with me? I graduated and became addicted to taking college classes over and over and I blow them off every time. Why? Why do I do this? It’s on.

I do and am annoyed when my brother starts waking me up.

“Dude, you gotta get up!”

“Why?”

“Because I got you an awesome breakfast, that’s why!”

I’m resisting but he won’t relent. I concede because why not. He’s with this woman and their I’d say15 year old daughter. Both have curly black hair and look very much like each other but it’s not like it’s my brother’s wife either. When I get out of bed, I realize I’m not wearing a shirt or pants and as I’m getting dressed, I accidentally catch the daughter briefly checking me out. I’m flattered and also creeped out by the fact that I’m flattered because again, she’s like 15.

We sit down to eat breakfast and it is strange. And good, consisting of all these individually wrapped products. I believe there was a chocolate muffin. As I get up and head to the kitchen to grab a beverage from the fridge while they’re talking about what the daughter is learning in school and it just so happens to be accounting software (which is what I do for a living).

“What are the fucking odds?”

I chime in. Good point. What are the fucking odds?

1/2/2025 –

In a trance I’m told:

“Not much time left!”

This could be referencing a lot of things. First impression is my life. I’m not getting any younger. In the grand scheme there’s probably not a ton of time left. Society in general? Well yeah, that’s an obvious shit show. The important thing is that it did remind me of the Anthroprophh album Outside the Circle. Which I listened to for the first time in years and that album is fucking excellent. 

Next there’s a guy with a very 70’s looking flowy hair and beard combo. He’s backing out of a driveway in this ritzy part of my neighborhood in this modest truck. He waits for a bit longer than he needs to but not for any discernable reason. Then this white Datsun hatchback drives by and he pulls out, heading in her direction. This was the right timing for him to back out. I get the vibe a pretty blonde woman is in the all-white car. Whether he knows that on a conscious level or not is a mystery. It just felt right.  

Later, in another trance:

“Meditate to win!!!”

Pops into my head. I’m on it.

Next a vision of a ghostly image on a crackling static TV.

“Restitution”

I’m on it.

1/3/2025 –

A dream where I’m in a seemingly cool 90’s style condo. It’s like my place but through a glaze of awesome tie dye sheets and thick blue alternative carpets. I’m trying to get my dogs to go outside but my dog Zeke starts pulling this throw carpet around that has a small table on top of it. So he’s pulling the carpet specifically to pull the table and he’s genuinely sort of mocking me as he’s doing it, as he’s wont to do. I look down at him and think to myself:

“I’ve never seen this shit before. He’s an old dog but he sure does keep coming up with new bits. This is a good one. He’s the best.”

Then much later a dream where I’m in like another work environment. Which fairly quickly turns into a school environment with a prototypical classroom get up because of course it does. Delicious food is handed out. It’s all strange and disorienting. For a while I keep thinking I commuted into the office and forgot to bring my laptop. Then I realize I didn’t. It’s right here. I still don’t know what’s going on with that honestly.

I go downstairs to a wall of TVs. I just ate lunch with my team but it’s like 9:45am west coast time so that’s weird. Weren’t they just upstairs too? How would that be in a different time zone? I forget the strangeness and briefly start watching distorted art porn on the wall of TVs. Is that even porn? Seems more like strangely swirling erotic ghost energy. Wait a minute, I shouldn’t be watching porn at work. Yeah, that’s not a line I ever cross, even when working from home. I decide I’m done with that entirely before I try to pull back the thread of the work from home with the wall of TVs sitch. That’s about where I lose the plot.   

At some point I’m shown that Michael Jordan has arrived, which is accompanied by a cool splash graphic.

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