Game!!! Set!!! Match!!!

1/28/2026 –

I’m sitting outside in what seems like an old almost Olympic stone style architecture facility. Probably a university. We’re sitting on the sidewalk type area of this courtyard whatever and we’re somehow in a circle. This teacher type woman with auburn hair asks the woman sitting next to me a question and it’s like one of those sitches where I know each person in the circle is going to have to answer the question.

She does and gives what I deem an adequate but pretty meh answer except shit. I’m next and I was listening to her rather than thinking about what I was going to say. What am I going to say? The anxiety of this uncertainty pulls me out of the vision.

In the next we’re these animated characters standing on a hillside. Almost Ralph Steadman mixed with fantasy shit. Anywho, this one cartoon entity has this protruding arm attachment that looks like an extended Pinocchio nose. He sticks this up my characters ass and you know what? My ass was itching and the second he does this the itch is relieved.

“Thanks weird cartoon dude.”

I think to myself as I pull out of the vision.  

Later in a trance a sentient ball of dark energy merges with my spirit. I’m told that it’s a form of canine energy. Seems about right and I can feel it’s most excellent inner weight as it phases into my spirit. Welcome friends. I am the living cheat code. 

Next a dream. Classic shit where I’m flying somewhere. Super annoying. I’m supposed to leave but I forgot my medication. That’s going to be problematic. I’m supposed to be going to Europe but I know you can just get more medication.

Nothing interesting until I get on the plane, which is less like a plane and more like big party hall with like an almost white walled Bavarian type vibe.

“This must be some fucking jet.”

I’m thinking to myself as I find myself an open bit of land on these large picnic style tables. I’m just sitting there chillin’ when this attractive and stylish light skinned black woman with a poofy blonde afro wearing a white top, blue jeans, and tan jacket sits next to me. We briefly make eyes and exchange a quick smile. I’m not disappointed with this development but not thinking too much of it until I turn back and she’s now going out of her way to chat me up. Not sure it was going to be that kind of party, but I’m down.

The guy with a blonde scraggily beard on the other side of me chimes into the conversation and they have a funny back and forth after which she informs me:

“We know each other."

And I’m like:

“Uhhh, no shit.”

They’re coworkers apparently. We chat some more and it pretty much fades out from there. Bavarian beer hall party plane for the win.  

1/29/2025 -

I realize the canine energy black hole dark energy mass has merged with me while I’m pulling out of a dream. It is going to find me the best band in the world. The best band in the fucking world. I can hear the drummer absolutely shredding as I walk onto the stage. We’re a three piece. Strange as I’ve never wanted to be the only guitar player in a band honestly and I can’t sing and play very well. Wonder how that’s gonna work? It’s going to be totally badass. We’re killing this shit. Taking the crab planet over!!!  

Other than that, just a general vibe projected into me that what’s going on politically right now is fucked. Yes, yes it is. I should prolly do something about that. Done.   

1/30/2025 –

I’m told that my daemon father is pissed. Mostly with the world but also with the way I’ve been treated. Wrong move dipshits. Kind of tough to make more wrong of a move honestly.  

I’m further told that whoever you want to call “they” didn’t get it. I was an amazing asshole to the alt right douche brigade back when I was running an alternative media website during the first Trump administration. That karmic hits I was taking from that is why the whole endeavor failed. They’ve been telling this for years. They had to pull me out of it. I’m too big an asshole. It’s dangerous. I legit felt at least semi-guilty about that shit for years and it’s not like it didn’t come up in my meditations seshes.

Now they’re apologizing essentially. I saw it before they did. That’s what they’re telling me. Welcome to the party freaky people. Also yuck. I WAS a total dick. To think we’re going to need more of that isn’t a pleasant contemplation.

Next I’m in what seems like vet clinic or just a room in a house that looks kind of like one. There are several dogs in the room. Zeke suddenly goes into puppy mode and explodes with an array of fancy footwork, zooming in all directions while reacting to a weimaraner.

I’m impressed like, damn. He’s still got it. Then when I go over, he’s this like silver haired pug puppy. A very unique and excessively excellent looking specimen. I think it’s a metaphor for how he’s a kid inside. He’s the best.

Now I enter an upper-level light bliss state that brings two visions. In the first I’m looking at these two thin white women starting to go at it in a hospital bed. Bliss indeed.

In the next I’m at the top a snow-capped mountain, headed down the road. Except that I’m not in any sort of conventional vehicle. I’m an angelick energy halo in the sky. Still sticking to the path of the road though. Still sticking to the path of the fucking road.

Also, some shit about me being committed. It’s that’s what you want to do, cool story bro. Your fucking funeral. Your excruciatingly painful fucking funeral. Do something. No really, do something. Fuck around and find out. Fuck around and find the FUCK OUT!!!!!!!

GAME!!! SET!!! MATCH!!!

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