I Am the Water

12/6/2023 -

A vision about an M & M's like candy that comes in a small cardboard box like Reece's Pieces but with a blue and green colorway called Domes. I have no idea what these taste like but I'm guessing minty.

Another vision about a thin pretty young popstar with long blonde hair wearing a black bikini with aviator shades on a crowded beach, in I'm guessing Southern California. She's being interviewed and the interviewer asks where she gets her ideas/inspiration from and she replies calmly:

"The astral plane."

Then a dream. I'm working out when I suddenly realize that I was working from home and just worked out in the middle of the day while ignoring my job. I'm legit baffled by how I could have possibly done this and when I attempt to log back into my work computer, everything's now completely messed up and my work computer is logged into this ancient monitor. I then struggle with different interfaces trying to get it hooked back up to my TV.

The legit only interesting thing about this dream is how it absolutely feels like I'd been working out for an hour an a half. I mean, it feels like an hour and a half has passed as I'm finishing up on my stair climber and I'm exhausted and sweaty. I can feel the sweat on my skin dripping down as I'm trying get my work computer back online. Other than that, very mundane.

12/7/2023 -

I'm in this odd scenario where there's been a massive flood and because of the massive flood this huge party has been planned. It's sort of like: Well, we have to wait until the flood subsides so we might as well party. My friends are all planning on going to the event and I want to go, but it's a formal event and partially because of the flood, I don't have access to any of my formal clothes.

So I'm not entirely sure I should be going but we eventually decide that there's going to be a lot of people there not dressed up anyway, so it'll be totally fine. Also, the reason I want to go has to do with me knowing that my ex-girlfriend from high school is going to be there. I'm not looking to re-connect and I know she has another boyfriend. There's no jealousy, I'm just curious honestly.

So I finally decide on an acceptable outfit and we head out but we're walking and as we're navigating all these flood soaked streets my friend falls into the muddy water and we're like:

"Jesus, after all that time picking out my outfit, we now have to go back and get you changed."

In the next scenario I'm now in a sort of dorm type environment hanging out with a bunch of uknown people. We're hanging out doing whatever when this random dude shows up and is all:

"Oh my god, this really cool band is going to put on a show on the floor below us. I think they're called Oneida and y'all should come check it."

The funny thing here is that I choose not to do the music snob thing and go:

"You don't know who Oneida are? Huge fan, have a ton of their albums."

Instead I just go along with it while being excited internally. So we head out to this very modest room and grab our seats. The band is all set up and there aren't very many people there. I'm honestly pretty excited and I'm even taking pictures of the stage before they start like:

"I can't believe I'm getting to see Oneida in such an intimate environment."

Then a bunch more people flood in but it's still exciting. We're sitting there waiting for them to start when the main vocalist/keyboard player dude starts coming through the crowd asking for people to do PSAs. I don't even know what this means but he actually leans over me physically to ask the guy next to me if he wants to be involved and he does. That's about where I wake up.

12/8/2023 -

In this vision I'm water flowing downstream. I am the water and I'm a part of the flow. This starts out in an area of shallow muddy streams but despite the lack of depth and liquid transparency, I still flow effortlessly. Hell, the mud tinge to the water almost looks like gold when the sunlight shines through if you're tapped into the current right. Eventually this leads into a place where I'm now vibing with a different drift that's the purest or pure blue and deep as the ocean with the calm bliss blackend depths beneath me. It took a bit of going through the shallow mud to get here. The metaphors, they are not subtle but the experience is glorious.

When I slip into dreamland we're in the prototypical beach town scenario once again. The fam's all packed up and ready to leave while eating a send off breakfast in a beachside diner. I go outside to grab the long black tour bus to pull it around but when I do I can't find the thing. Fuck, I'm pretty sure this is where I parked it but it's not here. In one way this is dream logic strangeness, in another it's sparking obscure nostalgia because the one time my car did get stolen, I'd driven home sort of drunk and it was on street parking near the apartment so when I couldn't find my car I didn't remember exactly where I'd parked it. After walking around the block several times though, I knew it'd been jacked.

I wake up here and when I get back under I convince another member of my family to come out and confirm whether or not I did in fact park the elongated black van where I remembered parking the elongated black van. We confirm that the thing's gone, so we call the place we rented it from. They're already aware it's been stolen and at this point it gets a bit peculiar as they're actually talking shit to the theives in real time and they patch me in telepathically.

When this happens a crackling portal of feedback opens in my mind with a vision. It's almost like an ambient noise track in a way, and even though I catch nothing but odd gray and black static feedback with a hint of angular pink, I know the score. The rental company's telling these people they're in deep shit and the theives are telling them to fuck off.

After this we're back in the diner and dissappointed because we legit have no clue how long it's going to take to get all the drama with the rental company sorted out. We just have to wait. Then my step mom for unknown reasons brings up the face on Mars and I start explaining that no, there was just a picture where a mountain on Mars looked like a face in one aerial picture. In other pictures it doesn't. Then she's starts going into how she's heard that there's way more to it and I'm all:

"Somebody's been fucking around on YouTube!"

To which everyone laughs. Ahh, boomers and they're embarrasing succeptibility to internet misinformation. It's some dark comedy for sure.

The next thing I know I'm having a conversation with a dude sitting in the diner. He's got an enormous brightly colored spaceship parked near the joint and I'm curious about it, to which he explains that he's around here constantly. I'm shocked that I've never noticed to which he elaborates that he always lands in the dense forest. Then the mind telepathy projection. You see, when I park amongst all these huge trees, I'm mostly secluded. You just walk by without noticing anything. And it is kind of odd because you would think I'd see the huge white spaceship with the splotchy orange, red, and yellow psychedelic cyberpunk art between the dense conifer camouflage but I don't. It's right there between the trees but it's deep in enough that you just don't notice at a quick glance so it doesn't register. And that's why I remain in the city. Again, zero subtelty to the metaphor.

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