Everybody Deserves Some Space in Their Head

12/7/2025 –

Once again annoyed at the lack of dreams but when I pull into a trance state I’m shown this arty vision of an energy man who looks like he’s in an office. He’s got too many of these square metallic electro-card like objects in his head. They’re often sort of flying out in a burst of anxious electricity.

“Everybody deserves some space in their head.”

I’m told. Except I didn’t remember it precisely, which was frustrating. I think that was the meaning though. Pretty sure I got that right. 

I’m then told that my summoning last year was the first time I’ve ever gone on the offensive. Interesting.

I’m also told that I’ve always known that I’m not supposed to be here.

12/8/2025 –

I am hanging out at the functional family’s house, except that it’s my old neighbor’s house. It’s like I’m trying to make a doctor’s appointment and the functional mom is going into assistant mode and finding me a pen. Why I’d need a pen to make a doctor’s appointment I haven’t a clue. Anyway, so she gets me this red pen, then she walks out the front screen door and starts prancing around with it in the yard while it turns into what looks like red lipstick melting.

I think it’ll work for the doctor’s appointment but I also walk outside because it’s such a weird spectacle. Across the street, in our old hood is this giant sharp dome shiny metallic art building. Definitely an impressive structure and right on a residential block? As excellent as it is, it doesn’t really add up but does this make me go lucid? No.

Later in a trance I induce bliss. I remember nothing other than bliss.

At least for a while. Then there are these really cool powder blue Converse basketball shoes with like smaller jagged rubber widgets popping out the top. Even though they live in a whirlpool of pure dopamine chill, I’m not sure I’m entirely into them. Like, excellent kicks, just not my particular jam. 

12/9/2025 –

In an altered state, a deep vision of a phantom text box in a software program. You’re entering spiritual text in this box. There is a feeling that this is mysterious and important. World transforming.

Now I’m at a block party type thing at our old house in Ohio. There is much I don’t remember here but we’re chillin’ and then a lot of my friends decide to go hit this other block party type up the street.

They go ahead of me and I lag behind. When I finally head out, I get about halfway when I hold back. It’s like I can feel them there and feel that the energy isn’t quite right at the moment. 

And so I head back to the other party but it’s mostly dead. This fucked up film summoned me back here basically. Maybe I’ll catch up with those dudes later. I’ll text them. Am I confident they’ll text back? Not really. But there is this fucked up film I gotta watch.

It’s in a white retro tv that keeps warping around a few inches to each side. My room has seemingly been rearranged in a way that makes no sense for the sole purpose of accommodating the film, which doesn’t entirely seem to be confined to the screen. The whole hallway is the movie here and seems to be about little more than fracturing living components in the name of art. Maybe it was worth missing the party for this.

In the exit meditation sesh, the textbox is now a link. Published, clickable magick.

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