Stunned by the Pink Vibrations

11/28/2025 –

In this visionary experience we’re eating at a chain sub shop that has a very unique hook. Their bread. The strange part about this hook is that their bread isn’t actually that good. It’s decent but it’s weirdly frayed at the top. That’s their signature: strangely frayed bread.

While digesting this information I’m smitten. Like, the bread is ridiculous. It’s all bursts of yeast explosion at the top. Nobody thinks this bread is excellent but it is pretty good and just strange enough to be irresistible. There’s probably a metaphor there.

Next I’m hovering over this map of Columbus Ohio, which is very video game-y. Large ridiculous fonts over certain key areas. It inherently doesn’t make sense but the odd thing is that it does. This fantasy map seems very familiar.

A bit later I’m now looking at what seems to be a much more realistic map of Columbus but when they start showing me where a particular location is, I’m not buying it. Nah. That’s now how Columbus works. And with this, they flip the map and now I kind of get it. Still doesn’t seem right though.

Now a dressed-up ape is man escorting a pretty blonde woman into a prototypical cubicle farm. I’m internally asked the question:

“Can we trust this monkey with a pretty blonde woman?”

I get your point. I’m not entirely sure but also, is this a bit racist? We’re all monkeys but still, this seems slightly racist. 

Later in the night I’m now on a trip to Portland, Maine where all I remember is the absolutely gorgeous surrealist sun splashes on the harbor. That’s the only thing that really penetrated into my waking state. Freezing on a downtown street at the top of a hill. Stunned by the pink vibrations. This is the most beautiful place in any earth. How can it possibly laser radiate off the clouded blue gray waters like that? Does it make me go lucid? No.

Not long after we’re down the hill seemingly gathering belongings into a truck when one member of the crew is somehow sounding exactly like a talk box. It’s like he’s doing classic talk box solos with his mouth, like most people beat box. We are all stunned by this strange ability. Also, a little annoyed when he keeps doing it over and over again.

Next we’re racing down the highway by the waterfront heading to the airport. I cannot believe we let my one coworker drive. He’s a fucking maniac but those pink laser waters man. Those pink laser clouded gray waters. The prettiest harbor on earth.

I think we’re going to get in a wreck but we don’t. Our car is now a sci fi rover of sorts and in the passenger seat is the talk box singing dude. The talk box shit is impressive and annoying at the same time but I’m much more comfortable with him as the driver. Much more comfortable.

Later in a ganj-i-tation trance, there’s this entity that’s like this flying pink electric cotton candy energy swirl. Inside of the radiating swirl you can see there’s an obscured luck fairy of some variety with a sparkly silver star magick wand and everything. He’s making a connection between certain people at a pink energy intersection. I am pulled out of this scenario by the entity and something is explained to me about my relationship with my wife that I think I’m not supposed to remember.

Next, as if following this up, I’m logging into a Teams call. My dead friend is in on the call and he looks great. More corporate. Ready to rock. Welcome to team luck dragon you magnificent freak. Bring the motherfucking ruckus.  

 11/29/2025 –

We’re at some family vacation and my mom has planned a special trip just for me. I have zero clue what to expect as we race off on a train through the green river valley but eventually we arrive at this incredibly upscale school. In Utah. I’ve never heard of it before but I quickly learn how prestigious it is.

All the other students are these young good looking go getter types, each more impressive than the last. I can tell a big part of the pitch here is marketing and the whole campus certainly seems brand tech spanking new. Close quarters too. There are like 20 of us. Networking opportunities obviously off the charts.

Jeez, it seems pretty intense too. In fact, the professors are going around explaining that it’s insanely difficult until we’re assigned one of them as a mentor. Then it’s not that bad. These kids seem to all have that go getter shit in them. I don’t. Not to mention, I did have other things going on in my life, right? I can’t remember exactly what they are at this point but I’m sure they must exist.

Also, why am I now dancing shirtless in the kitchen with these kids? Isn’t that weird? I don’t seem that much older them but I must be right?

More to the point. Utah? Fucking Utah? You see. I can’t see how there’s not going to be a massive vibe clash there. Think I’m going to have to turn this shit down. Also, this is so my Mom. Like, why would you not consult with me about something like this? Like, why spring it on me? I mean, I did at least consider saying yes so…That kind of makes it worse though.

After getting up and back under, I’m in this reality TV show sitch that goes on for a while. I unfortunately don’t remember much of it outside of recognizing that this one producer of the show is into me. She’s a bit thicc with chin length curly red hair dyed fire red.

As we’re eating later she’s sidling up to me pretty hard when these other reality show contestant women walk through grabbing food and shooting me low key looks. Am I sure I want to just immediately commit to the red-haired producer woman? I mean, there are other women here who are better looking but are they even into me? She obviously is. Her power and connections as a producer would probably be helpful too. Not everything’s looks but again, she absolutely does it for me on that front already.

I remember very little about what happens after this other than that we get into some shenanigans, and the producer woman is a massive asset. At one point like five of us wake up in bed with her, which is weird because it’s like her and I were supposed to have just had sex but somehow the rest of the crew ended up in bed. I think it’s all metaphor and by me getting in bed with her we all did. She seems to be forming a plan of attack lying naked under a tan blanket on the floor. I hope the sex we just had juiced her strategic intellect. I’m confident that it did.

11/30/2025 –

In a trance I’m told that I need to remember that our world is a joke. That is very important to my understanding of it and if I did so, it’d help me deal with a lot of my problems. Fair point I guess.

Next the words:

“Emotionally unavailable.”

Pop into my headspace. That would be my wife.

Now I’m shown another friend of mine and basically told I should talk to him about some of this shit. I’ve considered this myself but I’m just not sure he’s ready for it or even wants our friendship to go that deep.

I’m now shown this scene where the best friend from Shrinking (which I’ve been binging), runs up to this higher floor in the large house above me. He’s calling down from the upstairs tower window high above me, calling me up to chat giddily with over-the-top hand gestures. The room behind him is glowing scarlet. I’m not super happy about this. I know he wants to call me in to talk about his shit but it’ll inevitably lead to me talking about my shit, which is probably a good idea. I don’t really want to do it though. That is the problem in a nutshell, isn’t it?

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