Nothing Has Ever Felt So Right

8/12/2025 –

I genuinely wish I remember what happened here but all I recall is that it had something to do with interacting with or vanquishing some cosmic daemonic entity that was occupying what seemed like an unlimited space of consciousness. After this task is accomplished, we’re now in this all-white bookstore who’s books also seem to be all white and crystalline shaped. This does not seem like a normal place that would exist in the waking world at all.

I’m in this book store with the woman who helped me with the daemon thing and we’re somewhat confused for reasons I don’t understand. There’s an employee who’s this bookish looking woman with combed over black hair and black rimmed librarian glasses. We’re looking for something specific and confused by her answers, again, for reasons I don’t entirely understand. Eventually she walks across the room after answering our questions and we’re still baffled until I’m like:

“Wait a minute.”

And with this I look toward the bookish woman, raise my arm and curl my wrist as if to trigger something inside her and yep. Her eyes become consumed with this blackened cosmic energy force and she starts talking in this weird deep voice. See? The daemon lives inside her and we’re both satisfied with this. Yep, that’s the answer we were looking for.

I take one of the white crystalline books from the store and proceed down a staircase to view the rest of the facility. The lower floor is a school and shit. Yup, like always, it’s final exam day and I haven’t studied for any of these tests. God, what the fuck am I doing in school? I’ve already graduated. What the fuck is wrong with me? How long has it been? It’s the classic existential question that always pervades my dreams.

Do I even bother taking any of these tests? I’m thinking no, but I look over and one of the classes is creative writing. I can probably fake my way through that bullshit, can’t I? Probably but did I even do any of the other assignments? I don’t know. So like, even if I pass the final exam would I pass the class? No idea. Yeah, you know? Fuck it. Not worth it.

And with this I head outside and sit in what looks like a classic American muscle car from the 70’s. I get in and sit down for a sec, looking at the book I grabbed from the white library, which is now brown. There is a feeling of extreme contentedness. Jesus, why did I keep fucking around with that school for so long? I graduated a long time ago. It’s time to move on in this new car and start a new adventure. Nothing has ever felt so right.    

In the next vision I’m Spiderman and I’m at the front of what seems like a street protest palling around with Marjorie Taylor Greene. Ick. At the same time, maybe she’ll be the first to resist this shitty fascist agenda.

Now there’s this like white app that kind of looks like the Gmail interface honestly. My wife very much wants me to profess my love for her on this app.

Later, while entering a trance I’m looking at this very awesome looking black and white sketch book type thing. All kinds of extravagant and surrealist art is scribbled on the pages and it keeps morphing wildly while I view it. As I get near the end, it’s now turning into cut up collage stuff, which is even more excellent.

8/13/2025 –

It’s yet another wedding dream but a cool one, mainly just because of the bitchin’ architecture. It’s at my old basement apartment but somehow there’s now another basement apartment below my old place. Then that other, lower basement apartment is in the backyard. Also, it’s big enough to house a fairly big wedding party. The whole thing has excellent party vibes. It feels like I’m drunk but I’m not really drinking as far as I can remember and I’m just working the very big constantly morphing backyard basement room. So many examples of me just marveling at how excellent the architecture is and how much space this has for a crappy basement apartment.

Anyway, the only thing of real note that happens here is that at some point I’m talking to my wife and I’m like:

“Should I change these pants before the wedding?”

I’m casually dressed but in a suit jacket and gray slack like things. I’m not sure what I should really change into but my wife thinks maybe it’s not the worst idea. As I’m walking away, I’m realizing I have no idea where I would even go to change my pants. Also, everyone is very casually dressed (quite stylishly too) so I’m not sure I need to switch out the pants. I keep running into partygoers and stopping to chat as well, in fact it’s at a certain point while I’m talking up someone I don’t remember, it hits me.

“Wait a fucking minute. I’m getting married? My wife and I are already married. We’re doing like a updated vows ceremony I guess? I can’t believe people would actually show up for that.”

Which is kind of significant. I have had a million wedding dreams up to this point but I’m not sure I’ve ever had one where I was the groom. As I wake up, I’m rather stunned by now novel this is. As mentioned, not sure if it’s ever happened before.

In another vision I’m looking at a soccer goal from the back. I watch a goal get kicked in and hit the net. It did not look like the silhouette of the thin woman goalie did a thing to stop it. She just stood there looking bored.

The next vision involves me looking down from above at all these green, round headed tyrannosaurus like reptiles standing in a downtown area celebratorily headbutting each other. These dino bros like to enthusiastically head butt, that’s for sure.   

8/14/2025 –

I’m at this makeshift cinema event. It’s almost like a movie night set up in a large conference room or something. We all have the prototypical folding chairs. Everything seems to be going well, in fact, my mind is essentially getting sucked into these interesting psychic movies that are being projected onto a far too wide to make sense white screen in front of us. Don’t remember them though.

At some point out of nowhere this stylishly dressed thin, lighter skinned black woman with colorful baggy pants and a large poof of brown hair in the front row pulls out this round silver futuristic rifle and knocks aside a few chairs heading back several rows. What the fuck? She then proceeds to point the thing at this very hip-hop looking guy a row back of me to the left. Weirdly enough, that guy was acting pretty annoying earlier and did draw my attention. She points the sci-fi rifle at his chest? Lady, what on earth are you doing?

She pulls the trigger and? It’s just a mild air pulse. She does it again. Same shit. We all laugh a sigh of relief. Whew. This leads me to talking to a few people next to me and in the back about other movies we’d recommend. I absolutely endorse this movie based on a boring product. It was a specific product and I wish I remember what product it was but I don’t. Methinks some kind of whiskey.

What else, a vision of Superman flying through the air. Then through these almost dark-honey dripping circle obstacle looking things in this sky. Later he turns into a South Park looking Superman as he races through the air fist forward.

Now there is this sleek multi-tiered flattop toaster looking droid stacked on top of all these colorful and boxy droids. They now project all this text that looks like a newspaper page with alternating text sizes directly at me. I somehow know this is supposed to be communication designed for a Jedi but it sure doesn’t seem like it to me.

Next I’m watching while an invisible hand types a mysterious web address into a browser. I’d say it looks weird but it just looks like any randomized link honestly. I never get to see the mysterious web address typed in entirely.

A young Mike Graff (guitarist for Course of Empire) is standing across the street with his back turned to this enormous orange vending machine. He walks over and the thing just seems to be dispensing black and white columns of text, like a large scale cut up poetry dispenser.  

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