It is a Cool Place to Store My Weed

9/23/2025 –

Little green orbs of friendly energy beaming into my spirit, encouraging me to stoke a certain green fire. I’ll do what I can.

9/24/2025 –

Forgot. Should have wrote it down earlier.

9/25/2025 -

No dreams. Too much Ambien.  

9/26/2025 –

I pick up my dog Zeke and then like accidentally drop him down this glass tube where he then wipes out on the ground. I am horrified by what just happened and maybe more about the fact that a part of me did this on purpose. It wasn’t my conscious will but some part of me seemed to help the momentum push the flow in a certain direction as he left my hands, making him hit the ground slightly harder. Oh my god. His back. He already has back problems. How could I do this?

He's cowering and I come over to comfort him. It’s one of those sitches where he’s suspicious of me but also loves me and is oscillating back and forth between embracing and cowering. Heart shattering. He looks kind of sickly as well. Obviously this couldn’t be sadder and I wake up pretty what the fuck about it until I’m told it’s about my parents. Yup, that’s a pretty deep metaphor honestly. Tracks in a lot of ways. Probably works on a spiritual level too I reckon.

Now a vision of this person going into a back room and grabbing these two black rectangular objects. He takes them from the back room, then mounts them on the wall in the front room. They look like windows. Winter is coming.   

9/27/2025 –

I’m looking at a darkly lit low light trendy looking black walled bar with sparkly silver fringe. It’s not a huge bar but there are a ton of people gathered in front of it. LeBron James is facing the bar and I get the impression he’s a bartender but I’m not entirely sure about this because again, he’s facing the bar. The important thing is that he’s obviously towering over everyone and he’s holding this silver bottle that seems to be able to summon equally silvery magic liquor from an invisible source not far above him. That’s about it. That’s the vision.

In the next this woman walks into a swanky tour bus and sits next to another woman. The words:

“You haven’t seen the end yet. Promotion.”

Come into my mind.

9/28/2025 –

I’m wandering around what’s supposedly my bedroom but doesn’t actually look like my bedroom at all. I look at my computer. It’s too late. I was supposed to remote into this meeting like 15 minutes ago and I’m late. How did I let that slide? The sensation that something’s off almost makes me go lucid but not quite.

I’m staring at a mirror eating a very long thin white flower burrito and ranting at myself in the mirror in a kitchen with the lights off. My wife appears behind me, slightly startling me and she’s like:

“What the fuck? Why are you ranting into a mirror in a dark kitchen holding a long thin white flower burrito?”

I’m not sure and I sense a bit of disapproval on her part, but ultimately I don’t care and go right back to ranting at myself in a mirror in a kitchen with the lights off, with a long thin burrito.

In the next scene, I’m in seemingly the same darkened kitchen. A very intricate looking crystal bowl is handed to me. This is for my weed. I know this internally and it is a cool fucking place to store my weed. I’ll give it that.

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