Mind Warping Into a More Interesting Universe

3/22/2026 –

Lazer focused message about how to use my sorcery. Got it.

Later a related dream message. I’m in the dream with my heart crushing high school girlfriend and she’s into me all of a sudden. As mentioned, this has never happened before. New development for sure. The vibes are just off the charts and I keep thinking to myself:

“God. I need to make a move. Next time I’m hanging out with her I have to see if she wants to do this thing straight up. Just as direct as possible. Hey, you want to come over later? That type of shit.”

And I’m planning this but my perspective warps. I’m watching her from afar like I’m watching a movie. Her boyfriend is like the star athlete jock dude and he comes out of the locker room doing his prototypical popular jock chest beating routine.

I see her in the corner cowering by the showers. She is so ashamed of the behavior that everyone else seems to love. Wait a minute. I’ve seen this movie before. This is when she is the absolute most pissed off and shattered by their relationship.

I know the answers to this quiz. This is the time to pounce. I intercept her as she’s heading out to cry by herself in a private turned off sauna room. She collapses into my shoulders in tears. This all makes sense to me and is related to the spell above. Fascinating shit.

3/23/2026-

I’m mind warping into a more interesting universe. A universe where the planets are all arty and alive. A universe where the anthropomorphized stars sing eternal tales of cosmic inner wonder. Just fantastic work. No notes and I often forget how our entire conception of the universe is inherently boring. There are much better things out there. Much much better.

Then an incredibly odd vision. Here I’m looking at a bearded man in a burly fur coat standing on the street with a group of other stylish people in a circle. I’m standing next to him and he hands me this disembodied jaw with teeth, like the bottom half of one of those chattering toys. When I have it, I savagely rip it in half with both hands which pulls me out of the trance.

I am taken aback. What the fuck? Why would I do something so horrible? Moreover, why do I think that weird bottom half of chattering teeth entity was sentient? What the fuck universe am I in exactly? None of this is answered which makes the mystery all the more delicious.

Now I get into a deeper trance. I will have to let the Wetiko possess me. I will be one with the disease. My old self has to die. Fascinating and only slightly terrifying. I can’t believe this shit is justified. I’m now told that they are so glad I came. It looked even bleaker than this before I showed up which is hard to believe. I apparently showed up at the exact right time and they have no idea how I found them. I was just told this recently honestly as I somehow noticed that this world wasn’t contributing anything and investigated. I only sort of know what that means.

Much later in a dream I’m hanging out in a bar and this other dude is handing out like flyers or whatever. One is for what looks like a magick illusionist show with this guy who claims he can control a daemon. He turned this into a profitable act.

I’m taken aback and I turn to the bartender because I think he’s got something to do with the bookings:

“Look, this guy is completely full of shit and no, I’m not saying that because I’m a materialist. I’m saying that because this is my particular area of expertise. Dude is a complete fraud.”

The white-haired grizzled bar tender guy seems to only give somewhat of a shit about my impassioned ranting.   

3/24/2026 –

I have this continual vision forming of this large blood clot forming in the heal of this unidentified human. At first I’m thinking this is like a show of strength and we’re like preventing something from leaving. Then I thought about it and was like, wait a minute. Looked it up and yeah, that shit can kill you. Fascinating. The spice does not flow from the crab planet. It’s a problem.

Much later a dream where the only thing I remember is a scene where I’m hanging out with my Capitol Hill gay friend. We’re just bullshitting but eventually this writer minor acquaintance dude shows up in a colorful robe and thick make-up looking like a painted geisha. It’s a bit awkward because I did not know this guy was bi. He politely excuses himself as if it’s something you can just pass off, which is obviously comical. Am I picking up on something there? Who knows.

While meditating later I’m told:

“Patience.”

These motherfuckers, always with the patience shit. I’m on it.