Everything is Going Weird and She Can Feel It

11/7/2025 –

I’m in this very odd morphing modern library/scientific facility/office building thing. This goes on for a while but the take is that it’s a type of upscale hippie commune experience where everyone living/working here is polygamous.

I’m with this dark-haired woman who’s supposed to be my wife and she’s kind of explaining this to me:

“Well honey, since we joined this collective we’re going to be sleeping with other people. That’s just sort of how it works here.”

Then she pretty much immediately goes off to sleep with some other guy and this doesn’t bother me at all. Later we meet up again and we’re navigating these labyrinthine hallways when she stops just in front of the circular windowed sci-fi looking lab area. She’s telling me that she’s going off to have sex with another collective guy and she points to this short, auburn haired bob cropped Thelma from Scooby Doo looking woman in the science lab.

“She totally wants to fuck you. You can go hit her up while I’m doing my thing.”

“Sure, whatever.”

I think to myself but when I enter the room the Thelma looking woman vanishes. Nothing but old dudes in here, who instantly got older when I entered, which is certainly weird. Now I’m just sitting there thinking to myself.

“So like, my wife has now fucked 2 different guys and I’ve fucked no one. I’m not sure if I’m going to like this future hippie collective arrangement.”

In the next scenario, it’s a mutating magick metallic building sitch once again, most of which I don’t remember. What I do recall is that eventually I end up in what seems like the 7^th floor roof or so sitting with my mom fully lucid. I’m reconfiguring things with the power of my will seemingly to either impress my mom or wake her up. I don’t bring back much more from this experience than that. The specifics elude me.

The third sitch is another mystery building type adventure and once again one where I remember very little. It’s a much taller building this time, a shining reflective tan tower with tinted black windows. I’m hanging out in the lower floors with this woman musician I used to know years back.

We’re talking and eventually we end up in this small, almost conference room type area with brown leather couches built into the walls.

Everything’s going weird and she can feel it. Things that shouldn’t be happening are absolutely happening. She knows this and because she knows I’m into the strange, she’s called me aside to discuss it:

“Yes, there are freaky cosmic entities that live in the upper floors of this building. I’ve been trying to tell you this forever.”

As I’m speaking I can feel that I’m coming across as a little unhinged in my passion and I also know that she just can’t accept it. Even though she’s experienced it herself. Even though she came to talk to me about it specifically because she’s experienced it herself. She simply cannot accept it. I wake up and if I’m being honest, this would in fact be my exact read on this specific person. She should be much wiser than she actually is.

11/8/2025 –

I seduce this short spiky blonde haired skinny woman who is way way too young for me. Very early 20’s, possibly not even old enough to drink. Eventually this leads to us lying in bed next to each other. The seduction is complete. I feel accomplished. This is what I was looking for. This is what I wanted. I did not actually want to sleep with this young woman. I just wanted to sell her on it.

In fact, we’re lying with our backs to each other in this bed with white sheets when she jumps on top of me. When she hits, I can absolutely FEEL IT. There is more weight here than there would be in waking life. She’s aggresively kissing me on the mouth and I’m kind of horrified.

“How old are you?”

I keep asking. I want the answer to be too young so I can say no. Again, I just wanted to juice her up but I didn’t want to deliver. I just wanted to know I could sleep with her, I didn’t actually want to go through with it. Mainly though. The feel. I wake up with a jolt. It absolutely felt like this woman was writhing on top of me just a second ago, then poof.

11/9/2025 –

I see a space octopus that flies in front of this green neon hued Cyberpunk 2077 background. It hovers in front of this arty backdrop for a while, absorbing the aesthetic into its skin, then flies off into the next adventure. That’s it. The Cyberpunk camouflaged Octopus. That’s the vision.  

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