How to Embed a Song into a Soul

7/26/2025 –

The number 93 beams into my mind in a hypnagogic state.

“Crowley bullshit. Sigh.”

I think to myself. And yet the 93 persists and feels like it’s being beamed in.

I’m walking atop the red rooftop scaffolding of this white and red color coordinated big box store suburban strip mall. I have no idea why I’m doing this but when I look to my right my consciousness now warps into an office in the strip mall where I’m working at my computer. It’s summer, we’re all sweating but there’s a party at Sunset Hill at 2pm. That should be fun. It’s a sunny day and there are these tables set up with this genuinely alien looking food. I take a plate and grab a table with a view of the ocean and mountains.

I’m enjoying the view but then when I look back everyone is gone. It’s like I stayed longer than anyone else but I had one freaking beer and one plate of food. Seems like I’d only been there for a half hour or so. As I’m leaving the park and exploring this mystery it is just like everyone went back to work and I’m the one slacker who didn’t. What’s wrong these people? Fuck it, I’m just going to take the afternoon off.

Then there’s this very odd scene where I take a shower in the public showers of Sunset Hill but never mind all that. I’m still wondering if I should have gone back to work but I check my e-mails on my cell phone and everything seems cool. Then suddenly I’m back on the strip mall roof scaffolding, just wandering around.

This time though, I see another level right below the top red path I’m walking around on. I don’t seem to remember exactly what happens but it’s like I fall down into this large sophisticated settlement. What the fuck? It’s like there’s an entire architecturally excellent town down here. I talk to some of the people like:

“Y’all live down here? I had no idea.”

I chat with several of them for a while about nothing in particular, having no idea what I’d just stumbled into.

After I’m done, I leave and head to a party at this old school one floor beige brick mansion. It’s a party involving the release of this new movie and the people who made the film are incredibly influenced by Crowley. There are these large light brown wooded benches lining the far walls and 3 screens in 3 rooms showing the entirety of the picture. I grab a drink and by complete accident sit next to a writer I haven’t seen in years.

I’m pretty happy about this coincidence and we chat for a bit. I ask him if he knew there were people living on the layer below the high layer of the scaffolding at the strip mall. He did in fact not know this and seems very happy to have learned such a thing. We’re having a good time chatting when the movie finally starts.

You know what? I have to admit that it’s pretty good. Very weird and surreal. Mind bending visual art forgoing any sort of narrative. But there are a few shots where the ick vibes I’d expect from any Crowley inspired anything creep in. There’s one scene where a fish gets hacked in half that I find particularly vibe killing and in waking up I’m not entirely sure why. It’s just cooking shit.

Anyway, at a certain point the writer I was sitting next to gets up to go to the bathroom and when he does another dude with grey hair and a mustache takes his place. I look over and the writer guy seems slightly disappointed by this but not too much. I am though. I just lost what was a big selling point to this film I wasn’t necessarily wanting to see.

That’s the end of that segment. In the next one I’m attending a party in a modest apartment complex with my wife. I don’t remember a ton of what happens here, just a feeling of drinking, laughing, and having fun. Eventually I remember moving from one room to the next. My wife is wearing her white and red oversized bed clothes t-shirt as if she’s ready for sleep and sitting in what seems like a campfire circle in the living room. Doesn’t seem like she’s planning on going to bed soon though as much as she’s laughing and smiling.

Now, I have no idea how this happens but in chatting with some other fine people at the other side of the apartment I’m pulled away by this mid 50’s looking woman with jagged wrinkled features. I’m not sure why but something that she says intrigues me out the door of the pad into the elevator. There’s a continuation of the party downstairs and I just have to check it out. There is a twinge of doubt about this impulse. Should I be doing this? I’m not reassured by how the floor indicator on the elevator keeps flickering. 7! 7! 7!

I’m not sure how many floors we went down to get to floor 7 but the plan was to watch a freaky movie. As I head in the door of the overflow party, I immediately head to the window and look out into the blackened space. Eventually this graphically ridiculous basketball court emerges populated with NBA legends. From there I watch these over the top special move attribute sequences for each player. These are all jittery and ridiculous, as if the players have super powers. That is only the start of the psychic film though and I unfortunately don’t remember the rest.

What I do remember though is eventually pulling myself away from the godhead astral plane techno feature and making my way into the living room. How long have I been watching this madness? I should probably get in touch with my wife. What the hell’s she even up to honestly? There’s a tinge of jealousy so I get out my phone to text her but of course my phone is morphing wildly and generally acting weird all over the place. Of course. But guess what? I do eventually get hip.

Yes. I AM DREAMING. This transforming cell phone thing happened a thousand times. The haggard angular woman doesn’t believe me so I use my psi powers to lift a nerdy looking Asian woman in the kitchen into the air and put her down gently. She still doesn’t believe me so I try to lift another partygoer but it won’t work. Even I’m confused by this and I ride this confusion into a waking state.     

7/26/2025 –

An ancient alien masked snake flies out from a wall of overly complicated noses. Like, the mask kind of looks like the face on mars if that wasn’t fake and more fleshed out. That’s the vision and when I say overly complicated noses, I mean busy designs. Noses upon noses, divided into different noses, sprouting forth from within other noses. I’m impressed. I watch a decent amount of sci fi and they never go this large on the nasal tip. Maximalist nosage. Yes, I think this works and the noses seem to spit forth alien masked snakes so you know, go with your bad self-random vision.

In the next one Dr. Strange is conferring with a svelte mystical humanoid entity comprised from living gray smoke. He has taken away all their powers except for the ones remaining on the video game menu bar below them. These all look like translucent icons that are supposed to be filled with colors but aren’t. One is a high heel shoe.

“Excellent!”

This is EXACTLY what they were hoping to accomplish with their sorcery.

7/27/2025 –

I’m told that:

“This is how you embed a song into a soul.”

I’m then shown this circular crimson hued oort cloud looking diagram floating in space. Outside of the bounds of this cloud is this shinning diamond looking star. The intent again, is that this is clearly outside of the bounds of whatever this diagram is. Seemingly above the head.

The next diamond point is right within the bounds of the floating diagram, in the first circle within a circle. The next is right in the middle of the central circle, several circles down. If I had to guess the meaning here, it’d be that that song hits the transcendent spiritual outside of time, the head (the intellectual), and the heart (or body I suppose if it makes you dance or move). You gotta hit all three of those diamond points to embed the song into the soul apparently.

Later I’m having a dream where I’m at work, which seems sort of like I’m at school. Same difference but I’m sleeping which is absolutely surreal as always. At one point I take the elevator down to the ground floor, which is moving erratically like a concrete river. This certainly seems strange but like, does it make me go lucid? No, no it doesn’t.

Instead I continue to sleep while all these other much younger people move in. The whole place is now looking like our old apartment when I went to school at Miami of Ohio. All of these people start flooding in and I’m thinking about how ridiculous it is that I’m 48 years old and in school with these much much younger students.

Eventually one of them gets me out of bed and starts asking me about my CD collection, the Fu Manchu CD Clone of the Universe quite specifically. His friend comes over and tells him he had an older roommate once and that he learned so much about music from the dude. So they continue to grill me. I tell them that Clone of the Universe is in fact a great album and even has an 18-minute track on it. He asks me what my favorite song is and I’m like:

“Uhhhh, the 18 minute one.”

At this point I notice that his friend has an odd red mesh either painted or tattooed on his face. It’s a cool look.

Down the road a vision where it’s like I’m playing translucent Double Dragon game.

Further down the road I’m shown this circular metallic device that’s us/ed as a catapult to rocket Spiderman into space. OK then.

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