It's Weird but I Like It

2/20/2026 –

A dark energy woman is riding me from above. Forcefully. This doesn’t feel like sex though unfortunately. It feels like dark energy plunging into me from a spectral woman from above. She’s aggressive. It’s weird but I like it.

Victor Webanyama is in the 3-point contest and it’s really embarrassing. Miss. Miss. Miss. Miss. Miss. We all feel bad honestly. It’s hard to watch. Finally he makes at least a few but yeah. He should not have done this.

Later in a dream my wife and I are trying out this new restaurant that has a cool large open window with a city view. Now the red-haired teenager from the show Shrinking is with my wife. This thin decent looking waiter with a slightly pocked marked face makes a remark to my wife and the red-haired actress about having a threesome and they’re like:

“Uhhh, no fucking way!”

Then I’m like:

“Dude. That’s my wife and I’m sitting right fucking here!”

He has no idea how to react to this as I continue.

“I mean, that’ pretty much universally considered rude as fuck.”

Now all of the other customers rally around us at this giant round table. There are like 20 of us and we’re all wondering what the fuck was up with the smarmy waiter dude and I’m all:

“He didn’t even take my food or drink order either and I’m hungry as fuck.”

Later I’m told that I went through psychic heart surgery. That does seem about right, with the whole heart that needed fixing thing. I’m trying.  

2/21/2026 –

I’m in a visionary world where I’m living inside the classic game: Lakers vs. Celtics and the NBA Playoffs. That is a title I hadn’t thought about in forever and a most excellent one at that. This morphs into me watching an Olympic team of some variety.

Later I’m told to text the number. This is a thing that I do now because they told me to. I’m on it.   

2/22/2026 –

I’m in some like vacation recreational adult amusement park thing. I try to get out and they keep pulling me back in. I’m actually on this like tram ride thing that takes me out of the park but then drives right back in. My dad calls when I’m seemingly leaving the place. We’re not leaving apparently.

The train car thing makes a left right back into the thick of the joint and wow. It’s hairy. The dude gets out and he looks all Mad Max/Fallout. He walks into this shady bar and starts intimidating the guests a bit. So he’s like a body guard/driver thing. Zero clue what’s going on here but OK then.

Later a similar bus type dream but just in a regular but obviously slightly surreal dream city. There are lots of us riding these bus and we’re sort of sleeping in the seats having zero clue where we’re going to end up. Seems about right.

In a meditation vision in the morning I’m told:

"Pizza."

I know this means my dad is going to go out to eat with me after I hit the office for the first time in months. This is true. I think pizza is the play here but the Google maps fucks up and has us park several blocks away from the pizza joint. Since my dad doesn’t move very well at this point, on the way there we hit an Irish pub instead and I have bangers and mash for the first time in a billion years. My dad gets the schnitzel. Last time either of us have had those dishes? Like an eternity. Thanks malfunctioning tech. This is the mysticism of the digital age. Computer technology only exists to serve art. This is the way.  

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