Psychic Movement Through the Inner Heavens

8/24/2025 –

There are 3 or 4 of us standing, surrounding this table where a group of 4 people are sitting and we’re like circling while chatting them up. It’s almost like a Q & A session and at a certain point I notice that one of the dudes has mentioned It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia repeatedly. By about the 3^rd time I’m like:

“Wait a minute? Aren’t you in It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia?

And now it’s as if his appearance has changed. Yeah, you’re Rob Mac. I know who you are and I’m not sure how I just hadn’t noticed before. Also, the guy across the table from you in the corner is Dennis from the same show. Instantly the tone of the entire meet and greet changes as now we’re interviewing people from this show we dig.

They start doing the: Are Mac and Dennis gay lovers? Bit that they’ve been doing in recent shows. I’m trying to come up with questions to ask them and the only one I can, has to do with how old that bit is:

“How long have you been doing the are Mac and Dennis gay since they live together bit?”

I don’t get an answer and in my mind it feels like a long time but I’m not an expert on that show. Maybe it is a relatively new thing, particularly because Mac only came out as gay recently.

After I wake up and get back under, I’m now having these weird visions of these buses related to It’s Always Sunny. It’s like I’m at the top of these multiple odd downward facing bus tunnels that are both tied to the show. One of them is very shady. There is just very creepy energy tied to this particular downward portal bus. I’d say that given the nature of the show, this absolutely tracks.

Now another dream. I get off work and go hang out in this bar where I sit down, grab a drink, and start watching the TV. The show is supposed to be It’s Always Sunny but it’s not.

It’s a similar show about people drinking in bars and it has crass humor but it’s not the same show. Totally different characters and they’re hanging out in this spot where Mariner’s fans typically head after games. One of the running jokes involves them not wanting to be at the place when it’s rushed by Mariner’s fans. On one day they hang out for a while thinking they’ve achieved this, when there’s this comical sequence where they unexpectedly get smashed up against the windows in a wave of baseball fans.

Now it cuts back to me in the bar. I’m sitting with the sleaziest friend I’ve ever hung out with and he puts his head on my hands comically. He’s spent and I’m thinking to myself, like, what the fuck? I get that I came here after work to watch this show but why? Are we going to be able to easily catch a bus home after it’s over?

It’s a good question that’s never answered. Instead I’m warped back into the TV but now it’s an entirely different show in an entirely different bar. We can hear these 2 dudes with deep voices making crass jokes about a woman at the bar’s vagina. I’m now popped into the scene and it’s a fancier dimly lit joint.

The guys making the comments are this pudgy Asian bro and this amazingly cool looking older Native American man with the best slicked back long hair imaginable. The guy is bringing it and both are wearing fancy suits. The audience is wondering which women’s vagina they were even talking about and this is mysterious because there are only like 5 people at the bar. I guess they’re talking about the very overweight black woman across from them wearing the black formal dress. I suppose that was the joke.

In a vision, I’m looking at this red and white web page for this unspecified public servant’s office. There is a voice coming through the speakers:

“You are the reason I am what I am and why I do what I do!”

It says. Or something to that effect. 

Now another vision. Walton Goggins is in the back of a limo. He’s got his first two fingers walking around on what looks like a boardgame or playset. There is a stylish pump on each of the fingers with a shining pearl in each. He’s prancing around with the fancy shoe fingers bombastically.

8/25/2025 –

First a weed wormhole with all these visions of arty outer space shenanigans. Like outer space if it was envisioned by a more serious rather than comical animator at Adult Swim. I remember flying through decadent surrealist asteroids inhabited by starry eyed furry Ewok looking creatures. Other than that, just a pleasant sensation of psychic movement through the inner heavens.

This feeling of inner rocketing eventually morphs from outer space into urban environments. It’s amazing. Psi skyscrapers shifting outside windows within windows of gorgeous modern architecture swirling around ad infinitum. Not unlike the mirror dimensions in the original Dr. Strange film but with even more rapid mutation. I can’t help but think the shift was intentional. When you factor in the internal worlds of consciousness, urban environments might as well be as infinite as the cosmos.

Now I’m immersed in this comic book narrative. I know that the story I’m enmeshed in is in a comic book but I’m totally lost in it. Eventually the plot seemingly comes to some sort of head and I back out, seeing the sleeve and pages of the thing. Wait a minute? I was in the story and living it and yet, the story was somehow already written. When I pull back and see the entirety of the book, I’m now super confused. Like, it’s an existing thing? How was I so lost in it that I forgot that? The future already happened man. Very much the most basic of spiritual wisdom that’s been passed down through the ages.

In the next vision I see myself represented by a small fleshy looking circular icon. A distance away is this shiny cluster of 3 stars shining steely in the night. What I’m told is that to these stars, my suffering as a human doesn’t seem like much. It seems like a lot to me and it’s not like they aren’t aware of it, but it just doesn’t seem like that much to them. Buck up, there are larger things in the universe. Just like the first two visions, I very much think the next 2 are related. Hell, all 4 seem to be.

Later while meditating I see a white man sitting in front of a large American flag listening to what I somehow know to be terrible music. Eventually these hands reach through the flag and turn him into a zombie and very much a burn victim looking zombie. Yeah, terrible music does make people stupider, which is something almost no one ever acknowledges or admits to.

In the final vision a gigantic giraffe parades through what looks like an urban environment, skipping over billboards as she goes.

8/26/2025 –

First a lot of amazingly glitching and fantastic music pulling into my consciousness. It’s like a field of energy where fragments of different bands and sounds keep pulling in briefly, then receding back into a vortex. All of it is excellent and later accompanied by a vision of a black hand putting a black gasoline container drenched in thick black liquid into a garbage can. Once this bizarre gas can is disposed of, the hand now turns itself upward and opens, curling its fingers repeatedly. On the wrist this odd moving portal thing that kind of looks like an all-black blooming onion appears. Inside the blooming onion shaped contraption are these colored lights that remind me a bit of Darth Vader’s chest piece. I do not know what to make of this vision.

Later, while meditating a vision of a black lab sitting on the sidewalk with an enormous grin on its face. Now a feeling of motion. As I turn the corner, I’m looking at a kid that looks a lot like Parker Posey standing next to a tall person wearing completely normal clothes but an all-black leather gimp mask.

“Aren’t you glad we took this shortcut? This was a really good idea.”

The Parker Posey looking child informs me. Uhhh.

Next a vision of naked woman bent over forward at an impossible angle. She’s freakishly jack knifed somehow and I’m looking at her from behind. She’s got an amazing ass, big, but not too big, you know? Hard thing to pull off. Anyway, she has a large tattoo on said excellent derriere of a praying mantis. This large, orange and yellow praying mantis’ head is on her ass with its long thin body spreading down the side of her legs. Cool tattoo for sure.

In the final vision I see a red ship in what looks like a major city port. For some reason it feels like the ship is attacked from above but really, it just implodes into nothing. Bye bye carrier ship.   

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