Fantastical Lilacs

8/6/2025 –

There is bald man seemingly standing by himself in a void. I watch as he tries on multiple plant wigs. Various colors of green. Just a cool display of a sleeveless pale bald dude wearing a green vest trying on various plant wigs in a black void space. Very much like a music video and the dude’s got some cool plant wigs. Later this same thing changes into a bro with an awesome puff of curly pink hair. Now I’m watching this hallucinatory morphing art energy around the pink poof of hair dude. He seems to be in outer space rather than void space too, which is even more excellent.

It’s like I’m looking at a radio show in a studio and there’s a female host with big hair. Not like 80’s hair but big nonetheless.

“Metropolis. You’re on the air.”

She says to a caller. 

“We’re in Superman’s world now.”

I think to myself. It’s also like a big black hole has opened up which I’m taking as a metaphor for the idea that the topic the caller just brought up could be talked about endlessly.

8/7/2025 –

I’m driving around in the downtown area of what seems like a fictional 70’s looking college town in a classic Corvette hot car variant with a guy I used to run with nearly 20 years ago. At one point, he whips the fantastic dream ride into this drive-in bank. When he does, I fly out the window but manage to grab both my hands around the car window and swing myself back in. None of it make any sense. It’s like something that would happen in a cartoon.

We then find our way back to his just grunged out enough but still nice apartment complex. His car door and window are damaged and I’m offering to help pay. This also doesn’t really make sense. Didn’t I fly out the window? Whatever. I offer to help pay because like, I wasn’t wearing my seatbelt. I’m not really sure if I should have to or not, and from the look on his face I’m getting that he’s not going to let me.

He’s now going to take me home, which is when we run into this other red haired hipster woman inhabitant of the cool people apartment building. We chat with this young woman for quite a bit about the best way to get me home. Or maybe we’re going out to party?

Hard to say, but in the next vision I’m the Fantastic Four and I’m collectively scanning the mind of a brownish red-haired woman. What I’m looking for is some reason to justify genocide. It’s gotta be in there.

Now I’m in this building that’s supposed to be my mom’s old place on Beacon Hill but doesn’t look like it. I walk to one side of the room to notice all this available roof space. It’s huge, like an enormous porch right outside this window. My wife is already out there, wearing these flowing white scarf type things on her pants. She’s grabbing these flowing white curtains and sort of twirling them around her hair too.

It's like a perfume ad and as we set up what seems like a little picnic spot, we’re marveling out at this phantasmal and surreal rooftop city. It’s a gorgeous view…of intricate wooden roofs on top of roofs, within roofs. In fact, what...the…fuck? Yeah, I gotta be dreaming here. This is not a thing that exists in what most people call “real life”.

What do I do with this lucidity? Basically fondle my wife’s ass through her weird flowy white scarf pants a few times as she lies face down next to me on the surrealist roof, noting that she looks nothing like my wife.

In the next scenario, I’m in this incredibly awesome very much mixed media animation version of I’d guess like 40’s New York City. Definite retrofuturism shit but in a very different way. Not too much future, just like, we’re in living cut up comic book version of NYC, that also has current technology. That’s probably the best I’m going to do with it.

As for what happens here, as far as I can tell I’m just supposed to hang out with this guy I vaguely knew 15 years ago. We’re hanging out in a building outside of his work, then we go back into where he works. It’s like a school or maybe even a city hall type boxy building. Slight dystopian vibes. So we just keep wandering around this excellently interesting building for quite a while before we eventually find our way out.

When we do, the whole animated cut up city thing tips me off immediately. It is sooo freaking cool and I gesture to my friend.

“Dude, we’re totally dreaming. Look at this shit. Cities aren’t supposed to morph like this.”

He doesn’t believe me so I’m all:

“What about the robots?”

And it’s like I make all these angular robots appear and start attacking us but we can tell they’re not even really there. As I’m contemplating why I summoned the ghost robots things, the dream fades.

8/8/2025 –

I’m attending this tight knit convention type thing in this wood paneled complex and man am I jazzed about this event. Like, I just jibe with all of the people here. Instant connection. Eventually it seems like my memory skips a day or something and now it’s the next morning. I remember nothing other than the incredible vibes from the night before. We’re starting on our second day and it’s like we’re living together for the sake of this convention in this nice building with multi color tinted wood paneled walls.

I find the main bro I was chatting up last night. He’s a big burly dude with a handle bar mustache. We see each other and it instantly leads to another talking sesh. There’s this other woman with frizzy brown hair as well. We sit in a small room with several other people and chat. I could have sworn the frizzy haired woman had a crush on me last night but now she’s sidling up to this bowl cut blonde dude. As the conversation extends though, she’s moved almost comically close to me. Even I think it’s a bit over the top.

But shit. We can’t chat in the small room forever. There’s got to be some sort of a schedule to adhere to. We scramble to get ready for the sessions or whatever. I go to grab some breakfast in the wood paneled astral conference room. There’s this concierge type hospitality lady and she’s all about hooking me up with food. It’s odd. It’s like there are too many options. She’s taking me into all these odd compartments in the building that feel like separate restaurants. I have no clue what’s going on but it somehow seems like I didn’t actually manage to find food.

Honestly, I have no idea what happens there and the next thing I know I’m outside playing basketball on a sunny day in a town with lots of green grass by the beach. Someone throws me the ball well behind half court and I immediately throw an absolutely crazy ‘oop to my teammate who slams it in an incredibly surreal manner. In fact, what the fuck was going on with that? It’s like he shrank in size, then flew through the air well above the rim as a tiny person, then dunked it in. Yeah, whaaat? I don’t get it though.

In fact, the next thing I remember I’m now a spectator at a basketball game, except that I’m not a person, more a disembodied form of consciousness. I’m just watching this shit for a while when all of a sudden pretty much the exact same thing happens. This time it’s Desmond Mason who throws in the ridiculous and unnatural dunk. I’m curious about the unnatural dunk and equally intrigued by the deep cut Sonics reference. Desmond fucking Mason.

Does it make me go lucid? No. In fact, on a commercial break, I watch this kid get shoved from one of the higher decks at the stadium to the lower ones, which I absolutely find fucking strange. It was all on camera, or rather my mind camera, but the game just continues on. How I’m this dense I have no clue but it happens again. This time yet another guy gets shoved off the higher decks onto the lower ones. Then a huge fight breaks out and like, wow.

“There has been more landed punches and action in this fight than I have ever seen in a fight in my life.”

From here, I still do not go lucid, in fact, it feels like the story turns out to involve this super hero with a red almost mariachi looking design. I very much lose the plot from there and the next thing I remember there are these huge Nikolai Jokic sneakers hovering by my bed and they’re basically just gigantic blue Converse All Stars.

“I don’t think I’d buy Jokic shoes. Not only that but if I did, they wouldn’t be All Stars. Those are like the most uncomfortable shoes in the universe.”

As I continue to contemplate this, I’m also remembering that the kicks are just levitating somehow, upside down. That’s weird, huh? Does it make me go lucid? Somehow no.

Instead I get up and walk back near my back door. The window is much much larger than usual. There are all these spectacular lilacs that have grown in. Fantastical lilacs.

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