He is Also One with the Light

10/29/2025 –

Very weird experience where I fly out of my body and am like a floating blue orb hovering in the hallway. There is a glowing white light orb seemingly outside. I can feel it’s presence inside me. Obviously this is something that can’t really be described in words. It doesn’t last long either as the next thing I know I’m back on my bed. I now have an extra black pug. I have no idea how this has happened but I’m not complaining.

Later in a dream, I’m hanging out in a small second floor apartment by a busy urban street hanging out with the band Orcutt, Shelley, Miller. Except that it’s a dream version of that band and not like that band at all. In fact, the lead dude is quite young. So we’re hanging in this pad that vaguely reminds me of an old apartment I used to have in Columbus, and we’re jamming out with no drums.

Seems fun but eventually we all stop except for the young hot shot dude. He’s churning out this complicated acoustic stuff but when I look around, he’s playing it on a very electric bass. I tell him what he’s doing is impossible to his face but I then just turn around and keep listening.

As my mind flies out the window onto the street I’m now at a sweaty concert. It’s not super crowded but there’s a decent amount of peeps there. The young gun from my apartment is playing. After the song he reaches back to give me and one of the other guys from the jam awkward high fives/handshakes from the stage.

As he does, I feel us being tagged in a post of Facebook. That’s for coming out my dudes (or something like that). I am genuinely both conflicted and confused by what is happening. Like, it’s cool to see you but also, we’re right fucking here? Why the stupid post? But like, I guess he’s raising our visibility by posting about us? Again, confused and conflicted and probably mostly because my consciousness warped out of my head into a music venue, then bifurcated into conscious life with social medial layered on top of it somehow.

Later while meditating:

“testing for neurogenic animals”  

Pops into my mind.

10/30/2025 –

I go over to pet my Pug and he snaps at me, jarring me into consciousness.

Now the phrase:

“Do your due diligence!”

Pops into mind. This is quickly followed by an image of all these translucent but glowing portals layered in a reality beneath the black energy mind cloud that defines this temporary existence.

Later:

“You are not alone.”

And

“They will watch you cry.”

Strangely, I know what this is referencing and it’s a good thing.

10/31/2025 –

I’m in this odd situation that’s a lot like the corporate training sessions I’m current involved with. There are a bunch of varied people in this large segmented conference room type environment with lots of large outdoor facing windows. I’m sitting in this chair with no back looking at multiple live presentations at once, one on each side of me.

In the course of looking back and forth at these competing displays I keep noticing this gray curly haired woman sitting in a chair by herself right by the windows. In shifting between perspectives several times, we make eye contact and she definitely gives me the look. She’s also definitely cute. I should maybe go chat with her during break. When lunch hits, I immediately get up to grab food. When I’m heading back, I’m realizing this curly gray-haired woman went way out of her way to grab the seat across from me at my table. Okay then. That’s incredibly forward. I’m slightly weirded out and impressed in equal measure.

When I get over, she starts talking about the hosts of popular true crime shows like Dateline. Did I mention to her that I know a lot about this stuff because of my wife? Why did she think this would be a great way to rope me into her world? Her words look like all caps ink boxed comic book lettering in my mind. She’s not as cute as I thought she was from across the room either. Needless to say, I bolt from the sitch as soon as it’s not awkward.

I wake up and get back under after that. When I do, it’s more cavorting around in the same odd work scenario. I don’t recall much but at one point, I was in a square white walled room with a couch with one of those mammoth old big screen TVs with the boxy wood casings. The ones that took up half the room. Michael Jordan is there in the flesh, just hanging out wearing his 90’s Bulls uniform and looking 30 years younger. We chat with him for a while about shit I don’t remember and eventually he leaves in a happy to meet us but more stuff on his schedule type way.

When he’s gone, this teen woman with floppy hair who I get the impression is a relative is asking about him.

“Yes. Pretty much anyone who’s my age would know who that was. I’d say even 20 years older and 10 years younger than me. It’s almost impossible to have been alive back then and not know who Michael Jordan is.”

She’s not entirely believing me but I continue to assure her. Later I’m walking through the conference joint when I find my beef jerky sorcerer snake. Yes, I have this snake that looks like it’s made out of a long piece of beef jerky. Not exactly like that, but that’s the vibe. It’s got this Dune worm like set of teeth on its head too and it’s about 2 feet long I guess. Anyway, yeah, cool. My magic Claymation snake thing.

With it in hand, I head out to the parking lot and from there I have no idea what happens but now I’m in this large futuristic looking dwelling. To the right of me is this terrarium type environment and I put the jerky snake in. There are two flies on the bottom of the habitat. He chomps them up immediately. There is a third on the left-hand window of the tank. He charges at it with is black mouth and Dune worm teeth but the fly makes it to the other side of the cage no problem. Wasn’t even close.

Which is good because that other fly is actually my pet spider. I mean, the snake has no chance of killing the spider as I just witnessed, but like, why? Why would I put them in the same cage together and even take the risk. I’m walking back into the facility contemplating exactly this. I’m not getting the spider out though, am I? Should I? I’m sure it’s fine.

Later a vision of these excellent ancient Greek God-Esque animated super hero characters. They kind of look like the cover of In the Wake of Poseidon characters. Anyway, one has an energy shield up protecting another and there’s the light-yellow solar radiating energy coming at them from behind. He takes the shield down to take a few swipes at the attacker with his light speed Wolverine claws. Should he have done that? He sensed the attack had subsided in intensity, but had it?

Now a vision of a crisply animated black spider hanging in the center of a water saturated web. He is one with the water as the light shines through him. He is also one with the light.

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