What is the Philosophy Bro?

10/17/2025 –

A vision of the poster for the movie Amadeus, which is in fact an excellent poster for a movie I’ve never seen.

I’m told that this person I’ll end up hanging out with in the future is a monster. Now I’m shown this slender silver robot with no head who kind of looks like a mechanical rack. In each hand he is holding a report from HR.

Next a vision of this blue and white Robert Pollard collage art energy wall. On the left-hand side is this blue and white tower of obscure light energy motif. The energy moves from left to right. Solid shit.

Now I am planting yellow tulips in the soil by the front door of the house I grew up in, in Ohio. Now another vision that’s a closeup of my magick flower nutrient mix. This yellow-tulips will in fact be most excellent.  

Later a vision of a silver metal energy current doing sort of the same thing as the Robert Pollard collage art wall, running deftly left to right, eternally.

In a dream, I’m in a room with some old friends. I’m sitting and just hanging out at the table next to where they’re cooking dinner. It doesn’t truly make sense but after a bit I come over to finally eat, just to realize they weren’t actually cooking anything. Instead, in a glass bowl on the table there’s an empty copy of The Crow soundtrack. Except that it’s just the case. Most of the label’s been pulled off but you can still tell it’s The Crow soundtrack.

I’m obviously confused by this (although I concede it’s an excellent album) but somehow it leads to us talking about the new anti-DEI law in Ohio Schools. My brother’s going off about it but them I’m all:

“It means my alma matter is now a regressive special bullshit school. My degree means nothing!”

I can see the disgust in his face across the room as he knows the same is true for him.

10/18/2025 –

Lots and lots of the old basement apartment scenario. In the first stretch, we’re there and we set up an impressive looking living space with all these old school looking gadgets. Then this dude walks in and we don’t know what to think. He’s this very old looking guy that looks like he has some sort of disease making him look old rather than actually being old. Well, I mean, he looks like a strange comic relief puppet character honestly.

He just heads over to his room and shuts the door behind him. I think everything’s cool. At a certain point I get the vibe he thinks we’re weird though. It’s like he’s speaking a foreign tongue but you can see it in his body language as he talks about us on his cell phone. I have no idea how I’m even witnessing this through the shut door.

It doesn’t seem to matter though. Everything’s cool. Why are we even staying here though? It’s both my wife and myself in this scenario. But like why? We moved out of here years ago.

We go to sleep and wake back up in another dream. Now there are tons of people coming in and out of the ratty old basement pad. All of them seem cool. Next they’re all gone and I’m packing up all my shit. This of course takes way longer than one would ever think it would, even with my wife’s help. There seems to be some sort of confusion with where I’m going to work from home. I have to be at work here soon. I guess I’m just going to work in the basement apartment. The whole thing always seems like I’ve missed it but I look and I’m hours away. Nope. Not 7am yet. I just need to log in at 7am.

Again, these basement apartment shenanigans go on for a while and the only other things of note are that at one point it’s like there’s this restrictive boundary around the back door. Inside are these two-sci fi/super hero looking character bros. It almost feels as if I’m a doctor at a mental institution coming to take them out for their daily activities or whatever. There’s one blue and gold caped character and another green and orange one, and there are other uniformed attendants there seemingly to hand them off.

The blue suited slightly mechanical hero with the gold helmet won’t say my name or acknowledge my existence until my one coworker shows up. All the other people acknowledge me but he refuses to and on multiple occasions will comically extract me from conversations between myself and the other two people there. Eventually my colleague arrives and Weirdy McGoldhelmet now announces that I have also arrived, as if I wasn’t standing there talking right in front of him for several minutes. It’s either a bit or he is quite crazy.

The only other thing of note here would be this whole sequence where I’m back in the basement apartment. We’re creating these spinning oblong compartments where we then build in these I’d say 15-digit combinations of letters and numbers. We then take these from the basement to the upstairs outside world, and implant them in people.

Same deal as a few days back. The circular horizontally oblong dash lined energy layer allows the plotlines to be inserted into human drones. This time it feels like mostly office worker people as well, except not entirely. Gotta implant the codes into the drones with the cut-out newspaper line energy fields that help them sink it. Those plot mechanics will now guide them forever. 

10/19/2024 –

I pull out from deep within some sort of living film about the Redeem Team from 2008. That’s the vision.

Next I dive into this universe where I’m helping women pick out shoes. There are legs within legs and shoes within shoes and I’m helping to merge those worlds together with my magickal hands. Feels like I’m doing a good job.  

Now a vision of Tuvok from Star Trek Voyager. He says he’s going to turn on these very specific parameters with this globe like controller on his outer space console and I’m like:

“You know what? Absolutely DON’T do that!”

Then:

“Training the system!”

Later in a dream I’ve got a first-floor apartment in the high-rise scenario. Second time with a first-floor apartment this week but the last one wasn’t in the high rise. Anyway, this pad’s got black mirror glass walls with street level access, isn’t super huge but I’m definitely digging it. My wife is here this time too and has her own pad a floor up or so. Everything’s going well until there are these dudes that tell me about the odd hazing ritual for new residents.

That doesn’t sound great but the one taller guy with tattoos and a goatee starts rounding up the other first floor denizens for some good old fashion hazing. All dudes. We end up in this higher floor mall type situation and about 4 of these guys now go around, knocking merchandise off tables while trying to make it look like I’m doing it. That’s the hazing.

At one point I’m like:

“I was all the way over here? How would anyone believe I did that.”

Everything they’re knocking down looks like jewelry, tiny bronze metal coins, and Christmas decorations. The main thing though is that I keep asking:

“What is the philosophy bro? Like, maybe I could get on board with this if I understood the philosophy. WHAT’S THE PHILOSOPHY?”

The philosophy is never explained but eventually the ritual ends. Holy fuck. The top floor workout area. I’m finally going to check that out today. How do I always forget? I do not know but the dream once again fades out before I get there.

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