Narrative Tunnel Machines

10/14/2025 –

I’m in an old timey convertible car that sort of looks like a go kart in a way. It’s like it’s supposed to be this 1910’s design and it’s supposed to be in the past but somehow is also a modern go kart. This doesn’t occur to me until after I pull out of the vision. In the vision everything is tinted like those ancient black and white photos but also yellowed. You can feel that it’s the past by the yellow aura that envelopes your essence. My coworker and I are in these antique cars and we pull up to an intersection and race off in different directions like we’re both going left at a 4 way. That’s it but as I pull out of the vision the strange specificity baffles me.

This gets even more baffling as after 30 seconds or so there’s now a yellow radiating boxy portal with an old timey vaguely Abe Lincoln looking motherfucker in it. This mind portal is radiating with vintage Warhol print energy and extending inward and out. Layers within layers within layers. I am not the only one that has one of these historic person art explosion forehead portals. It’s hard to tell exactly what these things do but it obviously involves some form of radiating mind expansion. Obviously.

In the final vision there’s this wide cylindrical object with multiple protruding tunnels. There are various people walking through these tunnels. There’s a feeling here. An implication. These tunnels are human lives. Linear adventures of flesh. It starts with the birth canal and ends with the light. These kind of freaky narrative tunnel machines create the weirdness we call life.

Later I’m told that I suffer but not nearly as much as a lot of people. This is entirely true. We’re in hell and it could be a lot worse. On the other hand, when you’re suffering, hearing this doesn’t really help.

10/15/2026 –

I have at least two lucid dreams that I barely remember. I recall going lucid, then flying out on this dayglo circular colored otherworldly urban balcony sitch and re-arranging the vibrant dwellings with the power of my mind. That’s all I really remember. Always fun to go lucid though.

This leads to a dream where these unidentified people have found me a new place. It’s a first-floor apartment in a concrete colored two-story building with black wire railing fringe. The building is in north Fremont on Aurora and has a great city view looking south. The city looks like a cartoon rainbow star explosion. Choice view but it’s not the greatest neighborhood.

I head in and slowly, the four or five people who apparently helped me get the place roll in. One is a redheaded woman with her hair braided up wearing pearl earrings. I’m kind of hypnotized by the new joint. Like, not at all what I expected but fuck yeah. This is the vibe. The place isn’t even that big either but again, just the right feeling. Black velvety walls with thin, darker black vertical stripes. Fancy red plush couches in the living area, facing inward for entertaining. I’m now looking at like the third person version of myself as I say.

“Goodfellas. This spot’s got Goodfellas vibes all the way.”

And the vibes feel excellent for some reason. This will do my fine friends. This will do quite nicely.

10/16/2025 –

I’m a golden retriever and I head down the stairs in this cartoonish looking wooden mansion with all these colorful flourishes popping out of the fringes. I bark at a shut wooden door located dead center in the middle of the middle floor, hidden away from the sunshine as far as possible in this particular surreal circumstance. I kind of nose point at the door. A sign on it says:

“Poor people.”

Later I walk up to the right side of the door. I shove my hand in and start monkeying with computer components that are coded in this hidden tech compartment.

I’m sort of wondering what this is when a vision of myself with a slick looking flame thrower arm pulls in. I am flaming the fuck out of fools.

Shortly after this I’m now in a dream where I’m going on a work trip. It’s like 4 or 5 of us are sharing a van. I only remember the dirty blonde woman and it seems like there might be a minor vibe there.

We eventually get to the place and it’s this huge one-story conference room type joint that feels a little like a church. It’s packed and I’m sitting near the back left. There’s a presentation going on that I’m paying enough attention to, I guess. Hard to tell. Near the end of the day, I get to the front for some final spiel and now everything starts morphing wildly. It’s disorienting as fuck. Typical dream shit.

Eventually the woman I was crushing on in the car comes heading back down the hallway wearing a very 80’s workout outfit. I turn my head to stare at her excellent ass as she runs by and even I’m like: Jesus, there are a lot of people here and that was pretty obvious. Probably worth it though. Also, why was she allowed to just work out during this whole thing?

Whatever. I head to the back rows and we’re packing our shit up to leave. I need to head to the bathroom which leads me into this adjacent convenience store business type thing. Nothing makes sense. I can’t find the bathroom and this somehow leads me outside, where I fall down a hill. I’m basically a floating ball of energy at this point as I’m sliding down the wet dirt. I try to climb back up but now there’s a horse on me. I seem to have melted into ectoplasmic goo. What the fuck is going on here?

My perspective shifts back to the other work people sitting outside the car waiting. They’re going to come looking for me.

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