Make up Your Mind You Beautiful Freak

12/4/2025 –

I have a bunch of dreams that I don’t remember which pisses me off and when I pull out of one of these dream states, I’m told that I’m loved. Which I call bullshit on. Obviously.

I’m also apologized to and reminded that this is a lesson plan. They had to do it. I’m learning something.

God these entities suck.

Now a vision where I’m pulling out of a driveway in a car that’s slightly bigger than my wife’s but similar. As I pull into the street I am finding it weird that I’m at a house a block away from our townhouse, rather than our townhouse. Pretty boring vision.

In the next, I’m watching my dog Luis take a football stand as the quarterback against invisible opponents who I somehow know are supposed to be there. My other dog Zeke seems to be the wide receiver and they run this elaborate double fake play in the backfield that works to perfection. Luis has the entire right side of the grass wide open but he only goes slightly past the line of scrimmage before diving and joyfully rubbing into the ground instead. Definitely seems like something he’d do.

In the final vision it’s this morphing cavalcade of faces. Some realistic looking. Some like descending clay animation. This cascade of face after face after surrealist face goes on for a bit and ends with a guy that looks like a young Donald Trump. Ick. Just fucking ick.

When I pull out of this I’m told:

“Know your enemy!”

Took me a second to remember that was a Rage song featuring Maynard not a Tool song. It’s been a while.

Later I’m reminded of a specific search tool I need to use more at work and yep. I did in fact close 2 cases that day just by using that tool. I was just sort of neglecting it. Fascinating.     

12/5/2025 –

I show up at what seems like a backstage gathering with like 4 people. I’m showing off my sparkly purple shoes with tons of symmetrically placed white octopus suction cups on them facing upward. The odds that in a gathering of 4 there’d be 2 people with the fancy purple octopus shoes and that they’d wear them on the same day seems low but this is exactly what has happened. Purple octopus shoe brothers forever.

I’m in this coffee shop in Columbus that I’m not sure ever existed. I seem to remember this one shifty guy that I knew back then talking about it but is that memory accurate? Did I ever go there? Is my memory of another guy I knew working there legit? Zero clue, but here I am in that coffee shop that may or may not have ever existed. What’s it like here? Strange sensations. Phantom nostalgia.

I’m looking at a couch from slightly below it and there’s a window behind it and this awesome arthouse eyeball keeps warping in most excellent patterns in the background. Waves and waves of the grooviest pleasantly mind-expanding eye above a couch art you can handle.

Now I’m in a CD store having just purchased a couple new discs. I’m looking at the store and the glass counter. We’re in a trendy neighborhood, that’s for sure. And like, there are a bunch of other CDs on the counter. This place sells CD’s? There’s a such a trippy nostalgia feeling to it all that probably should have made me go lucid.

There is an exotic purple salamander creature that I’m looking at from above. It’s huge and adorable. Now it’s small and like a toy as it walks the city streets. Make up your mind you beautiful freak.

I am on a stage except that I am not a person. I am not confined by a body. I look over at the microphone. This seems to be some sort of disembodied awards show. I can feel it.

12/6/2025 –

It’s like a dorm room situation and I’m getting out of the shower. This other semi-douchey bro with black hair is hanging around in the bedroom area and starts low key mocking me for washing my hair in the shower. Who the fuck washes their hair in the shower?

Me and this other dude are confused and I’m all:

“They have these things called hair dryers for when you get out of the shower dipshit.”

I’m not sure he’s convinced.

Next I’m hanging with the dudes. There’s this taller white guy with a handlebar mustache (in a trendy tasteful way) and this good looking angular chinned black dude. They’re going to hoop and everybody kind of thinks the handlebar mustache guy is going to dominate but nope. The chin dude shuts him down. Then they move to another, nicer court. Chin dude impressively rips him this time. We’re all impressed and I’m like:

“I am so glad I’m not playing with you two because it’d be embarrassing. God I suck at basketball at this point.”

The handlebar guy has several thin headed black pugs that are obviously adorable. We warp back to this living room space and we’re post ball partying. The small headed pugs are there and I pet them extensively.

I’m walking around this campus for a while before I settle in my room and from here I’m looking down through this windowed enclave on high. I’m gauging my new position and Jesus, it’s right in the middle the main campus drag. Tons of students are walking by on these thin snowy concrete pathways. It’s cool but did I really want to be right in the middle of the school? I thought I kind of wasn’t going to school.

I am now the perspective of a floating head looking in the mirror. In my disembodied state, I enter a wave of uneasy contemplation. What am I doing after this semester? There’s no way I’m coming back. Am I going to live with my parents? What other options do I have? I don’t think I ever come to a resolution but just decide to tackle it another day.

Now a vision of a long white-haired greyhound in front of this sci-fi city of concrete with a blazing yellow horizon. It’s like the city is made of half pipes. That’s the vibe and wait a minute, is that greyhound a robot? No way. A cyborg maybe? I think it’s all organic or maybe that’s just what I want to believe.   

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