Radio Rings From the Brightest of Stars

12/22/2025 –

There are these circular yellow harp string energy patterns coming from above. These aren’t branching erratically like the dark water circles from the night before. There is one pattern radiating through the scene. It guides this man to make a decision regarding his daughter based off something I did that he’s seemingly seeing or reading on the internet. The golden radar rings from the sky are guiding this decision.

Now a vision of this individual sauce packet with a colorful design called Chart Master. I’m confused by this because with a name like Chart Master you’d think it’d be music related but the cover art feels like cinema. I somehow contemplate this for longer than you’d think I’d be able to in this state. It is in fact a colorful ass packet of sauce. The label sells the thing for sure.

Next the golden harp angel wing energy circles thing again. They are emanating from this blonde woman in the center of the vibrations. Just her head though. It’s quite arty and they do sort of have blonde woman energy now that they’re mentioning it. Angelick blonde vibe radio rings from the brightest of stars.   

There’s no fucking way I didn’t get that badass new blocky jet-black surrealist Challenger knock off that’s obviously parked in the space outside. Like, I was just out back and that thing is so awesome. That’s obviously happening right? Oh wait, no? No, it’s not. I can’t fucking believe it. How long was I lost in a world where it was? What even is time, you know?

12/23/2025 –

I see this hand rocking an intentionally accentuated, bejeweled ring on its ring finger. A radioactive spider then crawls onto the finger and bites it right next to the exaggerated ring. 

Now I’m looking at a high rise building from the lower floors up. In cinematic fashion I can see the guy the spider bit standing inside of his apartment.

“People are going to want to know who the new Spider Man is, aren’t they?”

This is just occurring to him and it’s hitting him heavy and proper.

Which leads to a vision of these 3 young shady J. Jonah Jameson looking motherfuckers with intentionally shaved on the top heads and fake salt and pepper hair, all in this black and white evil eye like contraption in the sky. Yep, that shit could be problematic.

In the following dream, I’m falling asleep in this dorm room type situation where I’m slipping in and out of consciousness for a while before I realize the problem. Oh yeah, the super loud TV my roommates are watching right in front of my bed. I get up to low key complain about it but then they explain. It’s one of those awesome trippy MTV animation shows from your childhood, and one you’ve never seen before.

Well fuck yeah then. Count me in. Who needs sleep. My mind starts pleasantly warping into the golden glow of the head trip anime before the spell is unfortunately disrupted fairly quickly. Now it’s some boring repetition bullshit. We move out of this hotel. I’m stuck with a buddy and a tour bus in what seems to be Pittsburgh. My wife is in what feels like a spectral approximation of Columbus.

What the fuck? We were supposed to be transported home but we somehow ended up here. Seems like this is going to be on my dime too, which it shouldn’t be. But whatever. Moreover, what happened to our dogs? Now I warp back to where my wife is. This makes no sense but where are the dogs? We just left them in NYC? What in the absolute fuck.

So I now warp back to Pittsburgh somehow, knowing that I’m going to have to warp back to NYC. Can I even do that? I’m not sure this question is ever answered and also, like we’d just forget our dogs? All of it is very stupid.

Later in a vision I’m back in our Columbus place, the one that was just spontaneously invented. Lots of white couches in the large living room. They want some kind of protection, which I install. The way it works is that if my system detects an energetic problem on the astral plane, it is instantly skinned alive. Dead in its tracks. This absolutely works. Safety will not be an issue. My wife and her friend are relieved but also seem predictably disturbed for obvious reasons. Should they be? My feeling is no.   

12/24/2025 –

I’m at a holiday dinner with family. There’s an app on our phones that can easily determine whether or not a person has a very specific food allergy and whether the food he’s about to consume comes with a risk for a person with that allergy. We have questions about a particular dish for my one nephew but for some reason no one wants us to use the app. He just won’t eat the dish.

I’m baffled. But like, this question could be answered instantly. No? Ok weirdoes. Not gonna lie, after a night hanging with my wife’s dad’s family I pretty much know exactly what this means. It’s weird.

Later I fall into a dream that goes on seemingly forever but all I really remember is that I’m working in this huge office complex environment. I have a client with an issue I can’t resolve so I go up the chain. Nope. They don’t have an answer either.

I feel like I go home and come back from over the weekend and the client is now pissed and I have to politely explain to her that no. The answer is that there’s no answer. At the moment at least. That’s the best we can do. And with this I go off searching for the manager again. I’m really just stalling though. I know the answer’s the same. She would have told me if it wasn’t.

Much later in a trance I get this seemingly related vision. Some clients or customers have this rotating blue energy ball that kind of looks like a globe with aquatic signifiers on the periphery. Blue solar wave shit. It’s bending this black lighted space around it, warping the flow of dark cosmic current. I get the vibe the client’s creating these disruptions are high rollers. The shit heals at the top. 

Anyway, this is what’s causing the problem and we all know it. But, I’m in a tech support job where we have to pretend that it isn’t the issue. We’re not allowed to address the actual problem, even though that’s our job. We have to fixate on the wrong answer, even though we all know it’s wrong. The metaphor is not subtle here.

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