Golden Pants to Appease the Space Women

8/9/2025 –

It’s like I‘m at a conference in a fancy downtown hotel and it’s one of those sitches where I keep sleeping and getting up and not knowing what the fuck’s going on. I have a nice hotel room on a high floor with the whitest of sheets. At some point it’s like I go to a session in the hotel next door and I know that it involves my wife but I forget absolutely everything else.

And as I’m returning from this thing that’s been blacked out of my memory, I’m not sure what I should do. Seems like I should get some breakfast. There’s a nice restaurant right on the first floor here the seemingly specializes in morning food quite explicitly. I don’t know. Is that what I want? I head up to the white sheets of my fancy room and get confused. Maybe I was supposed to be eating breakfast. I go back down and grab the first seat in the city diner place. This pretty woman with wavy black hair and a slight 50’s look is taking my order.

She gives me a menu and I can’t read the thing. She’s trying to explain it to me but none of it makes sense. I think I basically want the equivalent of a grand slam breakfast but I cannot communicate this. The menu keeps morphing wildly. Then all these other people sit down at my table and she’s taking all their orders. I suppose I could just sit with them but I don’t want to so I get up and walk away all:

“That WAS my table!”

And this one lady gets it as she stands up in disgust:

“That was your table?”

She asks and I nod as I continue to walk away. I’ll just grab another table but now this becomes weird and everything’s transforming. Eventually I grab this seat but it’s got like red fabric with ropey gold fringe on it, so is it even in the restaurant area? I’m not even sure but this bell hop looking dude in the same fringe comes up and tells me that he can offer me a movie or a cookie. Uhhh. I’m legit curious until he informs that the movie is Goof Troop 5 or whatever and I don’t want to watch a Goofy movie. I am curious about the cookie though.

Now I’m watching a vision of the show Wings. Brian walks up to the lunch counter and declares:

“I’m a pilot.”

And Joe who’s been sitting by the counter goes:

“You’re an asshole.”

That pretty much was the vibe of that show if I’m remembering correctly.

8/10/2025 –

I’m looking at a lineup of Spocks flying through outer space. Strange New Worlds Spock as well, not Leonard Nimoy. In front of the Spocks are these flying golden cut up underpants, much like the cut-out clothing you used to put on paper dolls, which is something I haven’t thought about in a million years. I am now told that these underpants are for the benefit of this alien woman space creature. I’m shown this creature and it looks like a combination of a giant squid and those Predator aliens from the Predator movies. A bit like those but with far more elongated white heads. I’m later shown that there’s a pair of golden pants that can better appease these space women. These are intentionally rumpled skinny cut athletic pants made out of gold. They cost $99 dollars.

In the next vision I’m looking at a long-haired brown lab looking dog lying down on the front porch of a home, right outside the doggy door. The image of this pooch is kaleidoscopically splintering into all these different images of the same dog. My perspective now moves out into this image of a square tan box. I’m told that this box represents leaping ability. OK then.

Now I’m watching a musician sitting down for a conversation with another musician at what appears to be a radio station. The musician mentions my friend who DJ’s at KFJC and talks about what a great DJ and station that is. When he does, the DJ comments on it and pulls up a portal referencing KFJC right above all his DJ gear. This makes both of them wonder aloud whether or not they’re legally allowed to do this. It seems like no, but the question is never answered.

In the final scenario, a dad is challenging his tween son to go skiing. The kid finally bites but when they get to the slopes, there’s no snow. The tween kid is sitting at the bottom of the slope sliding around in the mud looking at the dad like:

“What the fuck?”

To which the dad low key mocks him.

“Even your sister had no problem with this.”

 Which is absolutely heard by me and the kid as:

“Even a girl could do it.”

I think he’s being a bit of a sexist asshole. So does the kid. How do I know this? No idea.

8/11/2025 –

I’m lost in a vision and I come to finding myself in this fantasy environment looking up at this towering castle on a hill that I’m occupying with my fantasy compatriots. I seem to remember a long brown haired yellow gowned princess type but the second I grok what’s going on it throws the whole thing off. I’ve broken the spell but things get weird as I fly skyward into the castle’s now splintering pieces. They start swirling and I warp forward into a THC wormhole type situation surrounded by the cyclone of magick rocks. Ahh, the THC wormhole experience, it feels like it’s been a while but has it? No idea.

A bit later I’m getting this thing where I’m having conversations with all these peeps, mostly through video chats. They all want to set up a session to talk with me more, particularly this long hair with shaved sides and cool facial hair Asian/Latino podcaster dude. They all want to talk about Disinfo.com quite specifically. What’s absolutely hilarious here is that my on-point cynicism pulls me out of the charade. C’mon, no one gives a shit about that stuff. Correct. I was absolutely in a weed vision.

I’m some sort of space god flying around in an interstellar backdrop. This is odd because it’s like I’m a concentrated black circle with crackling white energy fringe but that’s just the focal point of who I am. Behind this tiny concentrated black hole entity, I’m also a gigantic yellowish god character who kind of looks like Dormmamu without the flames. Good times.

Now I’m looking at a see-through glass bowl of cut up cucumbers floating in a gray void. All the skin has been cutoff and they’re stacked perfectly. Just the blandest food imaginable floating by itself in the blandest void imaginable.

Next a vision of this guy who seems like some sort of football coach but is really the manager of a convenience store. He takes his team to a backroom and is giving them a pep talk or whatever. He has his foldable chalkboard out but there’s a projection screen on the top right-hand corner that seems to be floating on and off the chalk board, which doesn’t seem to be his intention. It’s weird and distracting and I have no clue what the gameplan is.

Finally I’m looking at an Asian woman with a stylish bowl like haircut. My perspective now jolts into her mind and there she is in a dark crowded cinema wearing 3D glasses. I can tell this is where she truly wants to be. It’s a feeling.

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