It Could Be a Divination Technique if You Wanted it to Be

6/20/2025 –

I forget what proceeds this but I’m sleeping in a bed and there is a liquor display cabinet right outside the door to my bed. When I get up and walk outside my bedroom, this is the first thing I see. I get the impression that the night before I had downed a decent chunk of the liquor but on this morning a couple of my friends from high school had pre-iced it. I’m kind of amazed that they’ve done this. So you pre-iced the dark brown liquors inside the bottle? Crazy. I’m impressed as a fan of scotch on the rocks and my impression of this is that these dudes are ready to party. Of course, in waking up I realize how ridiculous a pre-iced bottle of liquor is.

The next sequence involves an extended plotline where I’m hanging out with Henry Rollins and a couple of other peeps. For a while it’s like we’re chilling in his apartment and eating these brown cookie looking things that are drugs. But they’re not drugs. But they’re totally drugs and we’re totally taking a bunch of them. But they’re also not drugs because Henry Rollins doesn’t take drugs I guess. We all seem to be enjoying them though.

Oh, and Rollins is insane. He seems like a normal guy that’s fun to hang out with but then he just sort of goes of on his own and acts insane. Like, really weird. He’s doing a wordless yelling flailing armed tangent to himself and I just sort of look off in the distance and leave him the fuck alone. I do not know what’s going on with that exactly but I can tell enough to know the guy’s nuts.

In fact, we eventually go to a party that seems like an art exhibit opening. We all show up as Rollin’s crew essentially and in the middle of the party he freaks the fuck out, then runs outside. There’s one of those white work vans there and he gets in and rolls off, angrily ranting like a lunatic the whole time.

“Get in the van!”

I think to myself. The guy has to get out into the world to alleviate his psychosis I suppose. I head back to the party and wish I remember more of what happened there but what I really remember is leaving. When I do, I pull around the block in pitch black. Now I’m driving back east on 85th and there’s this stunning view of a psychedelic multi-colored space needle. It’s so surreal, gorgeous, and of course so completely out of place in the geography of Seattle that I almost go lucid.

Not quite though. For some reason I’m driving like a go-kart with a one lever navigation system. That doesn’t do it either. There was another time where I was hanging with Rollins too. I was sleeping on his floor and looking at him across the room. I knew, but somehow I also didn’t.

Which leads to another odd encounter. Here I’m standing outside of the club where the art show was with one other guy and it’s now morning. It’s like we stayed up all night and these two women ask us to come over and hang out at their house, which we do. When we do though I’m immediately wondering why because these women seem like teenagers.

So like, why would a couple of dudes in their 40’s be hanging out with a couple of teenage girls? They invited us.Anyway, this gets increasingly awkward when in waves these girl’s entire family shows up. This is really interesting because they have a fairly small house and there are quite a few of them that seem to live there.

Or maybe some are just visiting and they seem like the happiest most supportive family ever. You would think they’d be judgmental about middle aged dudes their teenage daughters invited to hang out but nope. Outside of this being incredibly awkward, it’s just strange. I really want to leave but I don’t want to seem rude. I’m making conversation and it’s not too bad. Just typical bland small talk kind of shit. They’re all so nice.

Eventually a few of them start leaving and I think I see my window but as I’m going out the front door I get caught in a discussion with these two women who are roughly my age. I’m on my way out but I get pulled back in. They’re talking about a new thing they’re into and I’m intrigued.

After a bit they give me a demonstration and it’s like they have this box they’re using to put a bunch of paint on their face in an intentionally randomized manner. Then they make a face print onto the paper that ends up being unique each time. It legit looks very cool and I ask one of them:

“Is this some sort of divination technique?”

She’s confused at first but after I repeat the question she’s like:

“Uhh, no. It’s just making art!”

I’m disappointed by this answer yet not surprised. I think it could be a divination technique if you wanted it to be.

In the final scenario of the night, I’m watching TV in a sunlit room while my wife’s uncle watches me. This is actually really cool and surreal, yet hard to describe. I’m watching TV on the other side for an extended period. Some of the shows just seemed to be feelings and colors. It was great but eventually I hit a point where I realize I just watched TV all day and there’s a bit of shame. Then I realized someone was watching me as I did this and I hear him telling yet another person:

“All he did was watch TV all day!”

6/21/2025 –

I’m sitting behind what looks like a sci fi dentist’s chair and there’s this Indian woman with a pop of curly hair wearing what looks like a lab coat. She’s doing some sort of work on this kind of flat leafy plant, which I’m intuiting is my plant. She tells me she needs to create an account. I’m briefly confused because I know I already have an account through this same provider’s app.

“Oh, you mean for the plant.”

I ask. Yes. The plant needs its own account.

I’m staying in some sort of older style hotel or apartment building situation. We’re going up an elevator and Sheldon from Big Bang Theory is with me. The architecture doesn’t make sense because it’s like we’re traveling between floors magically, not in an elevator. Anyway, when we get to my floor Sheldon bows down as if to Mecca and enthusiastically expresses his gratitude at how lucky he was to get to live next to me.

I look around. The place does seem pretty fucking choice now that Sheldon’s mentioning it. Huh, yeah. This is like some kind of vacation. I’m only here for a week and yeah. I’ve got 2 nights left. Friday and Saturday. I don’t know how I know this.

It’s almost like a video game menu screen or something. I’m selecting my gun but I’m just like a cartoon arm. Also, it’s pretty strange that I can’t choose any gun I actually would want. The thing seems to be deciding for me and it picks this small snub-nosed thing, which is absolutely not what I would have gone with.

Now I’m walking in front of some federal building. I’m like a politician about to give a press conference but first all these blue suited thin floppy blonde haired cartoon looking men appear instead. There are rows of them and they’re the exact same person/drawing. They’re making sure I don’t accidentally shoot someone because of the loaded gun. Yeah, why do I have a loaded gun with me? I’m not really comfortable with that, am I? 

6/22/2023 –

I’m looking at a top view diagram of a sporting complex with multiple baseball diamonds. As we pass one diamond, I am told that some of the people there smell so badly that you can’t eat food anywhere near them or their stench will permeate the food.

“Wow, those would have to be some amazingly stinky people.”

I think to myself. Is that even possible?

I’m at a small circular table in a basement with 4 or 5 other dudes. Typically you’d think an activity like this would involve playing poker or some shit but here it just seems like we’re discussing things. At one point though, one of the dudes whips out a gun and starts threatening everyone at the table. I sort of get up at this point and after a spell we do manage to talk the gun out of the guy’s hands. After we do, I go on an angry tangent about how we’re banning guns at these things in the future. It’s ridiculous, we’ve never had anyone pull out a gun at one of these get togethers and this is the like the 5th time it’s happened in the last month (I have all these memories of things that may or may not have happened). ENOUGH! We need to make rules about this kind of shit.

In the final situation, I’m packing up my shit to go from this vacation or school or whatever it is. I’m almost packed up and I head outside. These guys encourage me to jump in their large Ford Bronco type vehicle and I oblige. We’re going through these amazingly cool mountain wilderness looking landscapes and after a while I’m like:

“Wait a minute, you guys are taking me back home? I didn’t grab my stuff.”

Oh jeez, what the fuck? I wasn’t even entirely done packing but I calc it out and yeah, once I get home I can head back before the end of the day with my dad to officially move out. How ridiculous though. What’s also ridiculous is how we’re jumping through the mountains. There are no roads and these sequences are exquisite. Just ridiculous off roading action through gorgeous sun-drenched imaginary mountains. Fun times.

Eventually we come across this large house that seems to be floating above this raging river. We get out to chat with the nice neo-hippie looking couple who seem to live there and they offer us breakfast. There’s already a plate of mostly pancake sweet style nourishments and they bring out more for all the guys. Eventually I realize that everyone got their own meal except me. We all sort of shared the initial plate that was out there and they just assumed that was mine.

So I’m kind of hungry as we go inside to chat with them more. When we do I’m noticing there was obviously someone here right before us, probably another group of students from the same school. I also realize this shouldn’t matter. Like, who cares? I’m hungry and want more food and wow. They have some of the most insanely decadent looking deserts imaginable. I’m definitely going to take some of those but it is just a bunch of sweets. As I look out the window and realize how strange it is that the house is somehow floating above the shining red river, the dream fades out.

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