Intoxicating Souls

12/1/2025 –

There’s this circular portal that sucks me into the worlds of selected people. I do not remember these dreams I’m sucked into at all unfortunately. I get glimpses and feelings and there’s the central swirling portal capture thing that leads me into these people’s subjective universes. One is a thin dark-haired younger woman wearing yellow pants looking up at the sky. I think the other was a taller bald man who’s kind of funky looking in a rugged way. Wears one of those skull caps.

I eventually pull out of one of these forgotten dreams, recognizing the pattern and also admittedly annoyed that they’re lost to the ether. Then the vision. I’m consuming them. This is all a metaphor for the legendary eating of souls. I’m told they’re:

“Like cocktails.”

I kind of feel this too. It’s like consuming colors and feelings in a way. My obvious question to this visionary theme is:

“Who the fuck on earth would want to consume me?”

To which I’m told that I’m the only one that doesn’t enjoy a me cocktail. I genuinely can’t see it but I’m also told that I’m a:

“Humanoid”

Rather than a human. Exotic I guess. There’s no accounting for taste. I’d say that any cosmic entity who would want to experience me as a freaky libation is a goddamn philistine. Absolute squaresville.

Later a vision. There are 2 lions underground and it’s like I was only expecting 1. Are they in a grave or is it just some sort of underground layer? I only wish I knew but there are 2 underground lions. That’s the point.

12/2/2025 –

I’m shot out of my body into this impossible contortion. It’s like I’m a dust galaxy rocketing across my room before I’m launched out of myself above the fast-racing cosmic plot planet now below me. Next, I see this unfold from my perspective on my bed. This black mist sphere was just projected out of me and hurled out of the room. Good show. In fact, quite unbelievably mind bending but also disappointing brief. I’m sure it pops if you slow down time.

What else? Later in the night I’m told something about:

“The educators of the educators”

So, the teachers of the teachers then. Cool story.

12/3/2025 -  

I’m my wife and I’m on the corner of 85^th and 15^th in Seattle looking sexy except that it’s a bit more swank than it is in the waking world. My old friend is supposed to be hanging out at this park bench at what’s supposed to be a bar but looks like a park. My consciousness warps to him drinking and being a general pain in the ass like usual. I’ll be there in a bit but first I have to complete the 85^th and 15^th hang session.

I’m just kind of rocking it on the corner jibing like I’m promoting a car wash or something. But I’m not. In fact, I’m eating a banana. As I eat it, my pooches start impressively stealing bites by jumping in the air and chomping accordingly. This is obviously impossible but impressive and what the fuck?

How the hell do I have 2 bananas now? It’s like one just generated out of nowhere. I guess I’ll just eat two bananas then. Except that when I finish the first, I’m like: nah. I’m too full for a second banana and hmm. I’m going to a bar. I guess I could just give it to someone there? I think that’s the plan but I lose the plot before I officially find out. 

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