In the Bag, There are Three Black Holes

7/2/2025 –

I’m working on a television that’s propped in this arcade video game looking piece of furniture. It’s not an arcade game though, just a TV in a weird box and me and this other dude are fixing something on it when this other, shorter dude with parted brown hair chimes in. He’s fact checking something I said earlier with his tablet. You see, this NBA player is the one most associated with this particular franchise.

I look over and it’s the face of this 1970’s looking white guy with floppy brown hair. I very much doubt the source this bro is sighting but ultimately, I’ve got to fix this weird TV. I just don’t give enough of a fuck.

Now I’m on vacation with my father and it seems like an Aeon of dream narrative is lost here. All I remember is that at one point I’m walking up this residential street in a beach town with my dad and this image of a large, sort of futuristic looking house appears in my mind. I somehow know that this is where we’re staying and I also contemplate how nice it is. Then I wonder why we’ve come here twice in the same summer, with the trips not even that long after one another. It’s a bit weird, but the price was probably right and the place was probably easy to book. That’s what I’m thinking to myself.

Which somehow brings down to the town waterfront quite specifically, which seems like a sci fi version of Edmonds. There’s like this light creature that exists on another plane of reality and it now pulls me into a Star Wars narrative. First I’m told the plan in this sort of mind meld fashion. I’m supposed to get this very specific piece of information and then rendezvous with the Imperial traitor guy who’s going to help us take them down.

I do my part and it involves hanging out in a trendy seaside coffee shop and seemingly downloading something useful in my mind. On my way out, I also overhear a brief conversation involving the owner of the shop and because of this I know where her allegiance stands when it comes to other Imperial officers. As I walk away, this feels very much like side quest content in a video game. Like something that might prove useful or I might completely ignore depending on how into the game I am.

Anyway, I walk back across the waterfront and I see the traitor dude in my mind’s eye. He’s just sitting outside of a Starbucks up the street and drinking a coffee in an all-white cup. There’s something very humorous about this because he’s in full evil empire uniform, just sitting there chilling. This white guy with greying hair looking to be in his late 50’s in a full Imperial officer’s uniform drinking at the outdoor table of a Starbucks.

When I get there, the glowing energy entity gets in our minds and insists we never actually face each other. So we form a weird triangle, all facing the same direction and we relay intel in a way that looks like we were never talking. Just two dudes and a weird energy dude all drinking coffee in a triangle and talking independently of one another. I guess in the age of cell phones maybe it makes sense, particularly if you pretended to talk on your cell. I don’t think we did though. Probably just done to look cool. 

But I digress, that was in fact the end of that scenario and in the next one I’m watching this Star Wars show that’s quite clearly based on Andor. Except that I’m not watching it entirely, I’m on the couch and I keep falling asleep. This is particularly annoying to me because I’ve seen the end of this season of the show, but I somehow missed the two episodes proceeding it. And here I am sleeping through it.

Now I’m waking up on the couch. I look outside through these wall sized windows and there’s the most gorgeous view of a fictionalized Seattle waterfront skyline imaginable.

“Oh yeah, it’s a cool vacation house.”

I think to myself as I revel in the view a bit longer before falling back under. When I finally, fully wake up again it’s like, yep. I slept through the episodes I missed and now I get to watch the ending I’ve already seen yet again. Perfect.

My consciousness flies into the screen. It’s an industrial waterfront area that a Jedi is trying to infiltrate. Also, this conflict has something to do with a feud between families, one of which is the Rasmussens. I’m only writing that because for some reason I think it’s important. OK then.

The Jedi is detected eventually and these troops track him down which causes my perspective to shift to a close shot of him from the front. He’s a clean-shaven thin white guy with scruffy 70’s hair. He deflects several blaster shots before you can see his face is briefly overwhelmed with a force revelation. He has to surrender. He’ll be able to escape. This is the way.

 7/3/2025 - 

There’s a whole long dream sequence that I promptly forget and all I come away into consciousness with is the knowledge that it involved this yellow and green planet’s interaction with these three black holes of energy. The black circles hover above one another, with the one in the middle being the biggest and seeming to have the most interaction with the planet.

When I get back under, now I’m in the two-person cockpit of a sci fi looking spaceship where I am handed what looks like a super complicated looking blue and pinkish bowling bag. In the bag live the 3 black holes of energy. Later I’m sort of told that I have to focus on the middle one. In must confess that in terms of a magick project I’m working on, I know exactly what this means.

Which brings me to sitting down in very colorful classroom.

Are there robots as well as students in this class? It’s hard to tell honestly. Just very odd super colorful cyberpunk in a 50’s diner sort of vibes. This seems to be a class a lot of people want to take and I feel at least sort of excited about it all before it starts, then the second it does though I’m like:

“This shit sucks!”

And I’m pretty much immediately out the door and eventually into an odd situation. There’s a show that an old friend and myself are going to go to and it’s like a split screen movie. He’s on one side of town and I’m on the other and it’s following each of us as we head to this thing while switching back and forth between us.

But somehow neither one of us end up getting to the show. Instead, we’re in this white energy void space. It seems like something very normal and sensible caused us to miss the concert but neither one of us seem to remember what. Instead we’re like:

“Well, we can livestream it on our phones.”

Which we do and when we do: wow. There is absolutely no one there. Like, not one person. They’re playing outside in this very cool looking almost county fair type venue. There is a huge field of grass in front of them and not a single person in it. We would have been the only peeps there. I must confess, when I saw the show online I suspected this might be the case. Like, I really support what they’re doing but I can’t imagine it’d be popular.

We look back again and the second band is now playing in front of no one. It looks like one of the members of the first band is going to do a guest spot on keys. At least they’re having fun.

Now I’m back in my old basement apartment (of course), and all my walls are like different connections to different people.

In this reality I continued to jam with an old drummer friend on and off for years (which I legit think has happened in multiple other dreams) and I’m trying to convince him to start it up again, which it doesn’t seem like is working. The way I can see odd visions of our practice space on the mind wall in front of me is slightly mesmerizing. We used to jam and it used to be fun. That’s what it’s showing me.

After waking up and getting back under, I’m now back in the cyberpunk 50s class. It’s starting to get quite packed and I know it’s popular. I don’t want to be here at all but I’m not sure if I should give up my seat as I might not get it back. I’m not even entirely sure if that matters if I’m enrolled in the class but fuck it, I’m out of here. And I’m sitting out on this wooden deck with a view of these grassy hills just enjoying myself. Not long after, I can tell a lot of students are now coming out for their post class smoke breaks.

One of them is Aubrey Plaza and slightly after she goes over to the side of the guardrail to catch a cig, this good-looking guy with curly shoulder length hair comes along and gets just behind her. The way he does this makes me uneasy. Just creeper vibes. Like even if she is into this guy there’s something off with him. My Spidey sense is tingling.

And with that, I find myself back in the white void space. At the top of the white void space, there is this circular white item with a bunch of different fancy looking colored jewels in it. Sort of like the infinity gauntlet but like an elongated loaf of a white cloud. The infinity cloud. It is supposed to grant powers. A black-haired woman is in the white void space trying to escape. She tries to fly to the top of the void. I turn into the super hero Falcon with the red uniform, fly up, and gently pull her back down by the shoulders. All powered by the infinity cloud.

7/4/2025 –

I’m watching Star Trek with my wife and I’m looking down on this from a third person perspective. It’s like a slim hallway/living room where I can see everything from above because there’s no roof type sitch. Oh, and this woman has an office right next to where we’re watching Star Trek. Anyway, we’re like halfway through an episode and my wife just walks out. I’m very confused about this and you know who else is? The woman who has an office right next to our living room. I go talk to her and she doesn’t get it either.

In my confusion I walk out the door and learn that this place was apparently attached to shopping mall. I shop around a bit and when I’m about to check out an ex of mine gets just in front of me in line and there’s one older woman with a bubble of gray hair in front of her with her slightly younger sister.

“Oh my god! You’re the family of Paul Mc’Otay.”

My ex exclaims. And with this I somehow know that Mr. Mc’Otay was a famous radio personality who was also a bit of a singer. Totally dated. Like, very very old school stuff and my ex is freaking out at these people, telling them that she used to listen to his songs every day. She really loves one of his records in particular and I see this album in my mind’s eye. He’s got slicked back hair on the cover and is wearing a blue sweater vest.

After a while she knows it has to end and she wraps up by enthusiastically conveying that meeting them absolutely made her day. At this point I can sort of hear the jibes of these interactions in their heads. My ex is genuine. Meeting them made her absolutely ecstatic. Even more than that. It flips to this overhead view where she looks straight out of the 70’s and is beaming after the interaction. It looks like she scored some choice new clothes as well which sweetens the deal.

But it’s a bit different for the family. On one hand, it was exhilarating to have someone recognize them like that and it brought back fantastic memories, on the other hand, she was waaay too excited about it. I’m mean, they’re just the dude’s family. There’s a reason this type of thing doesn’t happen often.

Now a long sequence involving the functional family I can barely remember. What I do recall is that I’d been living with them for a while and now I’m moving out. Everybody is super happy and excited about this in the most overwhelmingly positive way imaginable. It’s the functional family, everything’s good vibes. Sure, in a way it sucks that I’m leaving, on the other hand they’re excited for me and I’ll be back to hang all the time. In fact, I’m coming over to help fix the TV on Friday. The only thing I find strange about this is that it’s the second time fixing a TV has come up in my dream life in the last week.

The other thing is that at a certain point there’s a scene, seemingly in the same sequence where we’re celebrating me moving out that the father and son in the functional family are recommending this edibles store and it is weeeeeeird. They are just far too excited about these edibles, to the point that it seems a bit demented but since it’s the functional family, it’s all over the level. Right? It’s hard to explain but this sequence of them recommending this edibles store is surreal as fuck, to the point that it very much should have made me go lucid. I kept coming back to it because it just seemed so strange. Should I hit this edibles store? None of it added up in my head.

Neither did ending up in some massive store. It’s the typical bullshit where I actually leave the store, then forget that I accidentally left a bunch of shit I’d just purchased. When I re-enter, there’s actually this employee who’s rounded up a very fancy bag for me. I grab it and wander through the rest of the spot. The one anecdote of note here is there’s an employee who works in the electronics section and is just goddamn hilarious. He’s a real nerd who’ll really tell it like it is when it comes to shit like video games and people love him for it. That’s the schtick.

And one more whole plot where my uncle my dad and I are having like a memorial service in my grandparent’s old house in Redwood City. There’s this weird handy man guy hanging around for some reason. He shows me this very odd futuristic multi-tool looking thing. It’s like a screwdriver within a screwdriver within a screwdriver, man. He asks me if I’ve ever used one of these things. I think solely because it looks so cool, I say yes. He thinks this can be used as evidence against me.

Then I go to sleep which is absolutely the coolest part of any of my dreams on this night. Just always super surreal to go dream within a dream and eventually I wake up at 2 in the morning in the family memorial dream. I get up to grab some food in the kitchen. My dad and uncle are there and suddenly it seems very odd that this is a memorial for my mom’s side of the family and no one from that side of the family is here. Whatever. Also, the shady handyman guy is trying to pin some bullshit on me and I ain’t having it. I head back in, watch an otherworldly sports segment on Luka Doncic, then conk out again to oblivion.    

A couple more things. There’s a comic book looking sorcerer that’s exploring this realm of white walled suburban boredom. In this one living room he encounters this gargoyle looking thing hiding behind the scenes. This thing is really odd looking. Small and bipedal. All black with constricting wings forming a head with seemingly nothing inside. He thinks it’s cute and it’s probably abandoned so he wants to take it with him. What the fuck is it though?

His sorcerer’s assistant is this younger woman with black hair wearing a similar sorceresses get up. She’s pointing out how it’s all black and seemingly made of dark magick. She’s suggesting a spell to counteract that. Good call. He summons one up instantly and you can see as it blows through the blackened gargoyle like wind, cleansing his aura.

In the next vision I’m a woman sorcerer navigating a similar white walled suburban home dimension. She has a corresponding black and white tattoo on her left arm. This looks like a part of her is a pure white and black drawings of a sleeve tattoo. This work of black and white skin art gives her magickal powers. I get the impression the black and white page metaphor gives these powers a near unlimited range of functionality.

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