Sparkling Acid Dust

9/17/2025 –

As I’m entering this trance a very blank looking blue sweater vest wearing white guy is standing next to me as I’m sitting down. He puts his hand on my neck in friendly way and just starts laughing hysterically. This is so weird because I then just start laughing hysterically as well. Such a peculiar sensation because I’m not laughing externally, just internally and it’s like an unconscious invisible process that feels like translucent bubbles just outside of my perception. Super weird.

Later in the night I’m coming out of this dream and the only thing I remember is that myself and another guy are sitting right next to this pretty but slightly greasy looking younger woman with long straight brown hair. I have no idea what we’re talking about but near when we’re finished, she mentions this rash she has. When she does, suddenly we notice it. Like, ick. Yeah, that’s a disgusting looking rash on your neck which I somehow know is an STD even though that makes no sense.

“You should reeeeeeally get that looked at.”

I tell her just as I’m pulling out of the dream.

In the next dream I’m hanging out with this woman who looks a bit like Hannah Einbinder but not quite. We’re doing this in an unknown location until the scene shifts to my lower floor bedroom in my super swanky townhouse. Again, we just keep bullshitting and I have no clue what about but we seem to be having fun. Eventually it starts donning on me how odd the situation is though. Like, I’m married and my wife is upstairs. It’s like we had a sleepover and my wife is for some reason totally cool with this. Isn’t she?

I don’t know, but the woman parades around in front of me naked for a while, shoving her ass in my face repeatedly. It is in fact a delectable ass. She then puts on clothes and heads upstairs to hang out with my wife for a while. She returns a bit later then leaves. When she’s gone, I now go upstairs and my wife’s up there obsessively cleaning, as per the usual.

We chat for a bit and weird. Yeah, she apparently has zero issue with the woman who stayed the night. OK then. I guess we’re good. This dream ends with me sitting in an empty reading room on the middle floor of this fantasy townhouse, thinking about how amazingly decadent it is. Very cool relaxed sensation honestly and when I wake-up I realize it was just a much swankier version of my real-life townhouse.

My morning meditation sesh starts with a vision of this urban hillside. I’m in the backyard looking out at a white old school California style house looking over a cityscape at dawn. This all feels so strange as I’m entirely awake as it’s happening. I for some reason decide to move a fence that’s blocking my view and it completely reconfigures the landscape around me, which again mesmerizing me.

During the end of the session, I’m trying to vote but there’s this phone booth looking thing we’re supposed to be voting in that’s covered in bricks. Lots of people are trying to vote but we can’t. This is not a subtle metaphor.

9/18/2025 –

I find myself in a state of perfect bliss serenity. I’m sitting right next to this glistening body of water in front of the Invisible College, which looks like an old-style university with almost castle like buildings covered in sparkling cosmic acid dust. There’s a shimmering yellow sheen of energy flakes hovering and holding in the swirling blend of colors like astral lightning bugs. Everything is sublime.

I’m a living purple and white graffiti vision. I can hear the sounds that go along with this world of spray-painted art passion and they bounce. Oh how they bounce.  

Hannah Einbinder is in a hotel bathroom looking in the mirror. She then heads out of the bathroom and into the bedroom behind her where a man with dark hair is waiting. Sex is implied but not certain.

The street I live on that I was just walking on with my dogs appears in the coming sunrise but it’s a glossed out surreal version made of pure relaxation. The way the light hits here is certainly different and I seem to be gliding.

A basketball game is starting. It’s on a wood paneled floor in an almost entirely wood paneled stadium. The star is this Asian point guard dude. He is tiny, but that is who the crowd is here to see. I don’t get to stick around to see if he lives up to the hype unfortunately.

9/19/2025 –

I’m looking at the grid lines of a floating cube that’s rotating horizontally. Inside the floating energy cube is this small flying alien lizard looking creature and just as I’m processing this, the phantasmal lizard is shoved directly into my heart. I feel like the skeletal energy cube was necessary to make this happen. I couldn’t be phased into without it. 

The next vision is related to the first and in it I find an almost android version of me warped to this grassy interurban type space. One of those situations where there’s just a huge swath of grass carved out on an ascending mountaintop in a way that looks completely unnatural. It’s a sunny day and next to me is what looks like a fictional combination of a German Shepard and a Golden Retriever. It looks like a Shepard with the gentle blonde covering of a receiver but with straighter hair. It seems like a dog should exist that looks like this honestly.

Later I’m in a black and white bar with wooden tables. It’s semi-crowded and there’s nothing of note here really other than it’s in black and white and I’m drinking liquor on the rocks. There’s a weird way I’m lucid here though. What’s much weirder is how suddenly this blue radiating man off to the right side of the bar from me appears. He seems like a baseball player and even though I was lucid the entire time this guy is tripping me out. Even though I know I’m in a vision, hanging out at the bar having a cocktail, the slugger in blue just shouldn’t exist according to my human mind. He should be black and white, like me. Metaphors within metaphors.

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