Maybe They Were Trying on People Suits

12/10/2025 –

There’s a group of 3 of us. This older kind of retro-50’s looking dude with slicked back hair, a slightly younger pale black haired woman, and me. We’re watching a movie in a theater and I catch up with the plot when we leave, which I have no idea why we do. It’s like there’s an intermission or something.

We’re out on the surreal city streets and I show the retro dude where he can catch a bus back to the U-District. Everything feels a bit wonky but we head back the other direction to the theater. As we do, the slicked hair man runs and jumps off this parking garage and into these two concrete condo tower looking things. Would you look at that? The dude just dived into those things like they were a swimming pool and he’s obviously fine. That’s mysterious.

What’s more mysterious is that the black-haired woman and myself just follow the guy and jump but rather than diving we both grip to the top of each of the towers. So we’re clinging to the towers and we’re just sort of looking at each other wondering what the fuck is going on. I mean, these high rises seem to be cobbled together with Lego like cinder blocks.

“Yeah, none of this adds up. We’re obviously dreaming.”

I tell the woman. And then rather than going fully lucid we plot a way down, which mostly involves just carefully scaling the blocks. I hop over to her tower so we can collaborate. As I start down first, I joke that the big advantage in this exercise is that I can shamelessly stare at her ass the whole time. I’m mostly joking here. She’s wearing these baggy train conductor shorts that aren’t very flattering to her lower body from any angle, even right beneath her. At the same time, it’s not like I’m not going to cop some stares.

Later I’m in a crackling swirl of white bliss energy. It seems like a lot of people are trying on fancy outfits and buying products and as I pull out of the trance I’m told:

“Peace”

I do feel like I’m at peace but I’m confused by the consumerism here. Maybe all the fancy products were pure imagination. Maybe they were trying on people suits.

12/11/2025 –

After many forgotten shenanigans and consciousness warping through the spectral city, I end up in Fremont where I run into one family member. Then while walking up the street a few minutes later I run into another family member who’d have to be in town from way out of town. Then another. The synchronous nature of all this perplexes me greatly. Like, there’s no fucking way this happens by chance. Does this make me go lucid? In this situation, I honestly don’t remember.

Which brings me to the next series of dreams where it’s typical shit. It’s the high-rise scenario but I’m supposed to be going on a trip with these 2 other dudes. They both head out to the airport but I have to wrangle up some more of my possessions because of course. I have plenty of time and I’m mildly irritated they didn’t wait for me but whatevs.

When I finally get my shit together, I stall on the city street beneath the high rise for a while. It just feels extravagantly weird. What is going on here exactly? Does it make me go lucid? Nope.

Instead it’s like I turn into a car and start heading out on a fictional highway going up Beacon Hill. This road gets less and less urban and after a while there are all these Seahawks jerseys like magickally placed in ridiculous places. I start collecting them because their in really good condition Seahawks gear but after the 3^rd one I’m starting to think:

“Did the people throwing these here intend them to be left where they were thrown?”

Hmmm, maybe the free jerseys weren’t so free and I’m a piece of shit.

This ponderance is never answered because somehow my consciousness warps up north to Ballard, which is actually modeled after the North Campus area of Columbus. Here I remember experiencing an excellent small party and hanging with a very old friend of mine. Good times vibes but zero memories whatsoever.

The next morning we’re at a trendy diner up the street. We’ve got a crew of about 5 people and at a certain point they all just get up and move to a closely adjacent table right in the middle of eating. I resist and am just watching them finish their food wondering what the fuck is going on. Fine. I’ll come move tables with y’all. What the shit?

When I sit down it seems like most of them were kind of disappointed with the party or moreover had come from out of town and were mostly disappointed with their trip in general. The one shorter woman with a black almost mini-beehive cut with a red ribbon in it is all:

“Yeah, I mean. The trip wasn’t great but I did get to fuck you’re really hot friend!”

She did and also, my old friend is in fact really fucking hot. I’m proud of her.  

12/12/2025 –

A vision of a pizza like entre. It’s a thick, slightly tall, seemingly squishy yellow bread with what seems like a light layer of cheese with a Z at the top. I’m not sure how good this would be honestly but I’d absolutely try it. You had me at cheez on bread.

Next I’m whisked away to Tennessee by these Invisible Woman powers looking energy structures. I get the vibe this adventure is going to involve a decent amount of sex. I fly into the bachelor pad type place and it’s great but the view out the biggest window of the large brick garage building that’s falling apart is a bit janky. I mean, it’s great. I just think that could be better, you know. Brings down the vibe just a bit.

A light skinned black man with a cool small brown ‘fro wearing a 70’s looking brown suit has ransom-wared some powerful organization. He’s negotiating with them knowing full well he’s not entirely sure he can stop the virus he unleashed. He seems slightly morally conflicted about this but just slightly. I like the cut of this guy’s jib.

On our counter, there are these presents that look like popcorn bags. Fancy shiny colored popcorn bag presents. With sashes.

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