Floating Space Orb Music

9/2/2025 –

I’m with a group of travelers and I get home from whatever trip we were on a bit before they do and when I get back, I immediately go to bed. So I’m just lying on the ground in this spare room sleeping inside of a dream and eventually I hear the rest of the crew arrive. And I just keep hearing them and hearing them.

In fact, they’re hungry and they’ve decided they’re essentially going to do like a cooking competition thing where one of them is going to try and make a gourmet dinner with whatever happens to be lying around the house. It’s a funny and interesting concept, the problem is that they’re making a ton of noise. We’re at the functional family’s house and they were sleeping when we got in. I get that they’re hungry but it’s pretty rude I must say.

The fact that they keep waking me up with these shenanigans isn’t helping their case, so I get up to go tell them to keep it down. When I do though, I realize I’m sleeping in the room right next to the kitchen and the door was wide open. So like, maybe they weren’t actually being that loud. I walk in and the guy cooking is an old friend of mine I haven’t seen in decades. He doesn’t seem like he’s cooking though but he immediately asks me if they have any flammables. I don’t even now what this means and the topic kind of drops.

He also asks where I would get my water if I needed water. When he does, his gaze points over to my right where there’s this large fancy watercooler station thingy.

“Huh, I somehow never noticed that before.”

I tell him. They have one of those filters on the kitchen sink faucet and I always just used that. Seems like using the fancy water station thing would make more sense. That’s the end of the dream.

In the next vision the Trump administration is going after Madonna with these bullshit crimes she supposedly committed. This appears to me as a black vortex with various unidentified objects swirling in it. I get the vibe they’re just going after her because she’s a woman.

Now a vision of an actress who looks a bit like Emma Stone but isn’t Emma Stone. She’s in a high floor of what’s probably a hotel in Europe. You can see the bustling city in the sun outside her window. She’s talking to her publicist or whatever and letting her know that she’s not leaving until the paparazzi situation is sorted out. What’s weird is that I don’t feel like she’s talking about the traditional paparazzi and moreover, she seems to be talking about leaving the country rather than the hotel. Like, she’s staying in Europe until something is sorted out in America.

Next a super odd vision of bunch of children sledding down the hill through what seems like a modern wild west style town. Their sleds are more like miniature snow plows as they have those big metal shovels on the front. They are all singing the same song in unison and the chorus is:

“We see her as a burden!”

Cool. Got it.

And one more vision of a man kneeled in front of a blonde woman sitting on a couch in a beige, average looking room. As he’s kneeling, she throws a large burlap sack over him. That’s the vision. 

9/3/2024 –

I’m on a bus chatting with someone who’s supposedly Beck, except that I’m actually looking down on the bus from behind. We’re taking first avenue north and when we pull up near Climate Pledge Arena, I think I should get off. But then I realize, wait a minute. I’m heading home and this will take me home. Obviously I’d just stay on the bus. Obviously. But what about the whole Beck thing? Oh yeah, that. Maybe I was supposed to be getting off.

One more vision where I’m this metallic looking sphere floating in space. There seems to be a core of yellow energy deep within me and I’m using this inner energy to fire laser bolts into space.

There seems to be some sort of a dogfight going on and I’m attacking other ships Star Wars style. The ship I’m attacking seems to be like an enormous planet though.

Later while meditating this circular space ship takes up my entire being and I’m told that the force inside represents music. Floating space orb music. OK then.

9/4/2025 –

I’m walking through some crowded urban space, like into a concrete courtyard by an office building downtown. As I walk, I see this woman with short black hair from afar, except as she gets close, I realize she’s actually a man and an old friend. In fact, wasn’t I headed somewhere with this dude? He seems to have turned around just to let me catch up. He’s got a black-haired Beatle haircut with a black and white suit and is wearing the reddest lipstick imaginable.

He gives me a kiss on the lips as a greeting and I’m wondering how this wouldn’t end up smudging my face. Whatever. We chat and the last thing he asks me about is what the theme for our Christmas card will be this year. When he mentions this, I’m now remembering my wife and I put out cosplay Christmas cards where we dress up as various characters from sci fi and comic books.

This guy loves them and I’m now also remembering how 5 or 6 other people have told me how much they love those cards just recently as well. A group of retro 60’s looking women in a large retro wood paneled room particularly love them.

Uhhh, fuck. We haven’t come up with a theme for this year’s cards yet and we need to get them out quick like. I somehow open this portal to where my wife is hanging in our pad and man. It just doesn’t feel like we have time. Now I warp back to the concrete jungle and I’m thinking we can just pull it off. It seems like these sparkling jewels of magic around me can just barely make it happen.  

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