My Dead Friend Saves the Day

12/25/2025 –

I’m walking into history class at the Invisible College. It’s final project or exam day or whatever. I’m holding this piece of what seems like retro-futuristic tech. It’s like a silver boom box that clearly does expansive and interesting things but shit, something’s off with it. Odd malfunction.

Fuck, I’ll have to head back to my dorm room to fix this. It’ll take about 20 minutes into an hour class but I’ll go for it. When I get sufficiently outside, looking down an elegant brick hallway at the classroom entrance from afar, it occurs to me. The way that most excellent contraption randomly malfunctioned did seem like a sign. It really did. I don’t need to finish that class. I’ve already graduated. Who the fuck cares? Rather than fixing the tech and heading back to class I’m just going to go back to sleep. Glorious sleep.

Fuck this shit. On the other hand, I just blew off the final in the other class I was taking last Tuesday. I wish I remembered what class that was but who cares? I am the king of the slackers. I give zero fucks about any of this shit. It is weird that I’m taking 2 classes this quarter and blowing them both off though, right? Why am I doing that again? This seems to be the eternal question.

Later in the night. Woo hoo! More hanging out in my old basement apartment. My favorite thing. None of this is bad. I’m just hanging out gathering up shit because of course. Some of it is Seahawks gear. I remember that much. Eventually the landlord comes in and I’m sketched out for obvious reasons but she’s cool. We chat for quite a bit honestly. About what? No idea unfortunately. Like her vibe though. I remember that much.

This leads to a long stretch where I’m chatting with the new inhabitants of the place, who seem like a cool couple in I’d guess their late 30’s. The dude is very bald hipster-y looking. We’re in this excellent looking retro diner and at a certain point they have a big announcement. I’m thinking they’re having a kid, and I’m wondering how great an idea that is given the tiny apartment but alas, I wake up not knowing what this grand announcement was. It was probably a kid.   

12/26/2025 –

I’m driving home and I just sort of warp into the driveway of the new house scenario. It’s very weird, sudden, and honestly I have zero clue how it even happens but it feels like what was supposed to happen. I know it’s not typical protocol. Like, my wife is probably back at the old house. According to plans, I’m not supposed to be here but it’s like the car was driving itself.

I head into the living room and immediately remember. We’re by the ocean. There’s a view. I walk outside and just up near the fence. It’s better than I remember. There’s a concentric swirl of excellently crashing wave patterns that make no sense in accordance with traditional geometry but I’m impressed. As I stand in the front yard, I can hear the waves. I mean, how cool is that.

I walk back in.

My wife isn’t even going to show up though, is she? She never wants to hang here. This place is so cool though? As I’m thinking this, she does suddenly magickly warp into the kitchen as if arriving home from work. Holy shit. I knew it felt like destiny. I wasn’t the one driving the car here. Something else took the wheel. There is such a feeling of peace and overwhelming contentment. Everything just feels right. The timing was right.

Eventually all these other friends start showing up and I mean, it’s a great place to hang. The lower level in particular has this psi fi cloaking frequency that runs through the place. Everything on that level of the new house stays there. Good to know and also, I think there’s only so much I’m supposed to know, you know?

In the next dream I remember I’m supposed to be leaving somewhere but somehow we get caught in New York City. There’s this whole group of us and it’s like we accompanied by chaperones or some shit. I don’t get it but we head to the top of the Empire State Building and that gets weird incredibly quickly. It’s very old timey and you can only look out one side of the building. This is fine and it’s a decent view but it’s not a part of the city that has tons of skyscrapers or anything. It’s just looking out at the bay and not much more.

Oh shit. There’s another view right down this like wooden plank behind us. I walk down and wow man. Typical scenario where heights in a dream are just weirding me out a bit. I can feel the scenery pull myself outside of myself because it is me, you dig? It’s too much for me though so I walk back up the plank bridge. What the fuck is going on here?

I’m asking this to myself even more when we’re suddenly flying around NYC in a jet after all the scenery close. Now every so often the white window coverings open revealing the most over the top, ridiculously exaggerated NYC skylines imaginable. Each time the white plastic opens, it gets more exaggerated and crazy. Overwhelming. I am the city we’re flying through!!! Do you get that now?!!!? I don’t, in fact I’m instead convinced I’m in this billionaire’s comic book style super jet. That’s why this is so fantastically trance inducing.

This billionaire’s jet thing pervades the dream as we land in NYC and it’s like plans have changed. Now we’re going out to a fancy dinner on the company dime so to say. Except that I realize I have my dog. So we get out after driving up and down the street as my chaperone dude explains to me that he’s supposed to be pulling intel on me and I’m like:

“There are massive things about me that I never tell anyone about so good luck. That’ll be fun for you.”

Eventually we walk Zeke and there are all these giant cedar chips on the streets. He goes batshit in the chips. We go back to the car. There are now 3 dogs. How are we going to feed them? He thinks a couple of energy bars should do it. He’s not concerned about any of this so I’m taking it that neither should I be.

12/27/2025 –

My wife and a bunch of my friends are pulled into going to this Ozzy Osbourne concert for conspicuous reasons. The co-headliner is equally as questionable and I wish I remember who it was but it was also someone I have no real desire to see live. And yet? Fuck yeah! We’re going. It’s a big thing and a bunch of us are going. Expensive too.

So I get there and wouldn’t you know? I just so happened to forget that I’m friends with Ozzy. Yeah, we’ve been friends for years. I have no idea how I got backstage or how I ever would have met the guy but there is a vague memory that we were cool. Like, I was never a huge fan but he was always super nice to me, you know?

And he actually wants to chat with me way more than I want to chat with him. I keep trying to break away just to have him pull me back into his orbit. All right. Except at one point he really does have to play the show and he very abruptly ends the convo. I’m seeing the crowd gathering and I’m thinking to myself.

“Man, this is cool that we’re getting to see him right before he dies.”

And something about this preponderance seems incredibly peculiar to me, but do I go lucid? No.

Instead I walk into the crowd. Holy shit is this venue oversold. You cannot move anywhere in here, nor can you see anything. This is going to suck. But before it does, we’re now like hauled up onto our sides into the stadium seating by unseen carnival ride forces. Now it doesn’t seem crowded. It also doesn’t seem like an Ozzy Osbourne show. What the fuck is going on here? Oh, it’s like there was a separate show that we accidentally bought tickets for.

It's about the Titanic? Oh, Jesus. 80% of the crowd accidentally bought tickets for this and give zero shits. The seating starts descending downward and there are these interactive displays. It’s like a history ride. Most of the crowd is now trying to go to sleep. We need to get out of here but my wife and I can’t find my shoes. God that shit’s annoying.

Later down the road of the night I’m in another music venue or event or some shit. It has all white walls and it seems like there was probably a show there. I see my recently deceased friend Superfan and I’m like:

“It looks like he’s busy but I gotta go give him a hug before I leave, because you know, he’s going to die soon.”

Again, the strangeness of this does not properly register with my dream psyche. So I wait around until an opportunity presents itself for me to get my goodbye in but when I approach him, he turns to me looking concerned. It’s like he’s mute and he’s got a little bit of blood coming out of his mouth and arm. It seems to be mostly right next to his skin floating in the air honestly. Definitely eerie, and he promptly guides us up these stairs.

He then tells us to wait outside this particular exit door and I have a vision of him first charming these guards, then scouting a bit down the roof a ways. When he comes back, he then tells us to open the door and he takes off in the opposite direction.

We’re immediately confronted by these guards. They look like young objector types and I immediately have a rapport with them, the tall bearded one in charge in particular. Just one of those things. The vibes just click. I turn on the charm and the sitch is basically: They don’t want to kill us. They don’t want to kill anyone. They also don’t think we’re any sort of threat at all. They’re just doing a stupid job they don’t want to be doing, which is why they let us go out the way behind them. I charmed my way out of an armed conflict zone essentially. When we leave I see the ghost of Superfan return and shoot the shit with the hippie soldiers. The ones he lead us to. The only ones who would have let us go.

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