Into These Wondrous Colors

6/23/2025-

I’m in what seems like a medium sized convenience store or some place where provisions can be acquired. Everyone in the relatively packed store looks like a combination of Mad Max and West Side Story fashion-wise. It’s a vibe. Anyway, it’s my job to get liquor for the crew and one guy in line makes sure to tell me I’d better get a lot. I am way ahead of this bro as I’ve brought a hand truck with cardboard boxes designed just to stock up on booze.

Now I’m in what looks like a fairly fancy bar, except that it’s empty. There’s an interesting looking woman with long dark curly hair and a stubby nose wearing a nice dress behind me and to my left. When I see her, I somehow know that I must get this woman a drink IMMEDIATELY.

I’m interacting with this floating blob of undefined but incredibly colorful AI art. The thing is weird and it’s like my consciousness is pulling into all these wondrous colors. Now there’s another one to my right and whereas the initial one had a kind of reddish swirl of colors, this one’s more blueish but just as entrancing. Then all of a sudden I realize that I’m a disembodied form of consciousness interacting with two floating forms of AI art and wonder what the fuck is going on, which pulls me out of it.

This is a very long dream but all I remember is the end. This is weird because it’s not like I’m an inhabitant of a body here, just someone observing a very particular situation. There are a bunch of people in the back few pews of a church and I somehow know they are mostly mobsters. This is also a shitty situation. I don’t remember the backstory but it ain’t good as most things involving mobsters would be, you know?

Anyway, there’s this shorter greasy haired thin mobster in the back pew. He seems to be the most problematic and the one creating the oppressive situation I can feel but don’t entirely remember. At a certain point he starts talking shit to this tall, heavier, gangster dude in a tan colored shirt a few pews ahead of him. They have words and it escalates. In fact now my perspective jumps to the tan shirted gangster dude who whips out his gun and promptly sprays down the greasy haired dude and like 4 of his friends in the back pew. Right in church. Crazy.

The disembodied part of me absolutely knows this is a good thing and to a certain extent its freeing. But like most shady dealings, it’s not exactly a win per se and I can feel it. The place is still run by fucking gangsters, just maybe slightly better gangsters.

Now my perspective shifts to the back of the room. There is a pretty woman with blonde tied up hair who almost looks straight out of the 60s wearing nerdy glasses. She’s talking to an unidentified person about how she’s not sure if the glasses ruse will work.

“They would have killed all the accountants by now.”

She says. She’s trying to pass herself off as an accountant because it’ll almost be worse if they know she’s just a professional pretty girl essentially. Okay then.

In the final scene, I’m driving down a very small road in the wilderness. I’m going slow because I’m stuck behind this other car. Then the car turns left onto another road and I realize it was actually another car holding us up. This car has pulled off to the side of the road behind a giant rock to let us pass. God, it seems like we’re heading into the redwood forest or something. Stunning. The other car has accelerated behind it but when I hit my gas gently, the car doesn’t move, mainly because I realize I’m dreaming.

6/24/2025 –

I’m in a hotel room pacing around while two women give me advice. I’m apparently recently divorced or split up and there’s now a woman that’s ready to have sex with me. They’re advising me on how to best navigate this scenario and I’m mostly agreeing with them. The one woman is telling me that humor is key.

I’ve got this. I’m confident now and recognizing that it’s been a very long time. With this realization the black-haired woman in the bathroom I’ve been talking to tells me how much this is a good idea. When she does, I realize that not only is she my ex but she’s clearly already moved on and slept with someone else. You’d think there’d be a tinge of jealousy with this realization but there isn’t. Even I’m a little bit surprised by this.

A phrase pops into my head saying something to the effect of:

“They already control so much, now they want to control the AI chatbots too.”

Yeah, fuck these tech bros. Must fuck with AI chatbots via magick.

Later in the morning I’m watching a crowded Meat Beat Manifesto show in Arizona from behind the DJ booth. I’m told that the intent to this show was to create a double album with one side called Intensify, and the other New Young. I get the impression this never panned out though and it was turned into Subliminal Sandwich parts one and two instead.

6/25/2025 –

I’m in the old basement apartment (again!). I have some business there that I’m attending to when all these fabulous gay guys show up. Fabulous in a very odd way. They’ve got these sparkly almost sci fi circus looking outfits. Just fantastic. Anyway, I’m embarrassed that I’m here and think I’m getting in their way but they’re totally cool with it.

I have a few more things to gather so I head into the other room. I swear I won’t take long. Then there’s this very odd sequence where it’s like I fall asleep into a dream within a dream. When I come to, I’m working on a Photoshop project which is very odd. It’s like I’m merged with the screen that’s radiating in these vibrant crackling colors. But like, what the fuck? I was supposed to getting out of here and instead I took on a massive time-consuming project instead. Kind of embarrassed, I leave and the gay guys are totally cool with it.

Now I’m some form of disembodied consciousness floating above a grid of what look like sun-drenched energy windows. I know that these signify how certain plots will unfold in the lower realms but I must confess I have no idea how they work exactly. I seem to have the ability to move some of them around.

The next thing I know I’m being summoned back to the basement apartment. The super stylish sci fi looking gay guys have something I need to pick up from them which I do. As far as I can tell this is a green square device that sort of looks like a paint swath. What it does? No idea.

That’s the end of the dream segment and in the next one I’m sitting at a diner by a window eating a breakfast of porridge and bread. Now I’m chatting with this tall older guy with dark parted seemingly dyed hair but not at my table in the diner but rather near the door. I now somehow know that I’m on vacation in this smaller town that seemingly has one major paved trail running through it where most of the action is. The guy seems to be a local and he’s telling me about the potential attractions in the place.

The one thing he’s mentioning are these AI hubs. There’s a place right off the trail where there are these tents that house AI datacenters or whatever. It seems like I’ve been where he’s talking about and I somehow missed them, or maybe I just haven’t been there. Its not all tracking in my head but I def want to check them out. He tells me it’s not entirely legal so I have to tread slightly softly when visiting these things but it’s no big deal. OK then.

And with that I’m now back in the diner eating my porridge and bread. Somehow this leads to my dad giving me a ride home and what’s weird is that we don’t seem to be in this small town at all anymore. So we’re cruising on this street that seems like a main commercial drag. At some point I realize we left my car behind but my dad thinks this is no big deal. We can go pick it up later but wow do the stores on both sides of the street get increasingly surreal.

I can tell it’s a real trendy spot but with like a crazy white and brown walled Bavarian theme, like an otherworldly Leavenworth. Super strange. I catch what seems to be a hipster Viking clothing store out the left-hand side of my vision. From there, things just keep morphing wildly until I finally wake up.

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