That Car is a Witch

2/6/2026 -

I’m in this classroom, then courtroom situation where I end up chatting with these black gay guys who were somehow ensnared in this bullshit. They seem like they’re lawyers. People who overcame it and are still fighting the fight. They’re telling me just how much everything is stacked against them and it’s not like I can argue. I’m about to bring up how weird arty people and people into psychedelics are persecuted too, then I look at them like: The one guy has neck tattoos. Dudes look like they’ve seen some shit. Black and gay. I’ve never been fucked with like that. That’s a rant for other white people.

Next I’m on a party/vacation with these other students. Seems like a weeklong drug trip and I’m crashing/meditating in the bedroom of this high-rise hotel room when the moon just invades, it’s gray on gray presence against the night sky is intoxicating. It keeps pulling closer. It’s invading my room. The pull of the tides. A wave is coming and I’m going to ride that fucking wave. Also, my new psychick witch car shall be named Luna. Obviously.

The only other thing I remember is that I’m coming home from my first night on the trip and A LOT of my compatriots went fucking large. I’m watching their antics coming back like.

“My dudes. We’ve got a full week. You gotta learn to pace yourself better.”

I’m also smugly satisfied. This is going to be easy.

2/7/2026

I pull out of a deep meditative trance where I drop a sigilized code bomb into the dark energy of the world below. Game! Set! Match! Motherfuckers!!!

!!!(((I AM THE LIVING CHEAT CODE)))!!!!

!!!(((I AM THE LIVING CHEAT CODE)))!!!!

!!!(((I AM THE LIVING CHEAT CODE)))!!!!

The experience really is most excellent and I wish I could describe it better. This shit’s gonna be a problem for fascists everywhere effective immediately.

Next a long dream where I only remember the end. I’m going into a hotel room next to this older haggard woman who makes a pass at me. Am I into this? It’s tempting but I’ll pass. I go over and give her a kiss anyway though just to ham it up.

Later in a dream I’m having a conversation with my wife and it’s like we’re on this strange astral plane green grass park picnic situation. She wants to fuck other guys. That’s what she’s telling me. She wants an open relationship.

To which I’m all:

“That’s probably the end of us though, you do know that right?”

I don’t know how I feel about this but honestly, it’s a pretty deep exploration of my feelings about my wife. Certainly helpful.

Now a vision where I’m driving my new car and I pass the highway off ramp? Was I supposed to catch that? Doesn’t matter. I can always double back. 

2/8/2026 –

Probably due to excitement from the Seahawks win, very little psychic activity other than an extended super boring dream about getting kicked out of a dorm room. Like, I’m sharing it with my brother when these other people show up? We’re supposed to be out of here by tonight? Was our quarter up today? What the fuck? All my brother’s shit is still here. Where is he? This doesn’t seem right.

Nothing other than this really happens except for the fact that at some point we move down the hall and no one’s here but there’s just this anxiety about whether we should still be or not. Annoying.

Later while stoned and meditatively walking my pooches I’m told that this has something to do with immigration. That absolutely tracks and fascinating. Is that what they’ve been trying to tell me with this shit? It’s on my radar. Sanctuary cities just kicked y’all’s asses in the Super Bowl!!! Bow to our socialist Mayor!!! Fuck ICE Forever!!!

Also, on that same walk Zeke insisted on the weirdest detour ever and it conveniently took me all the way out of the particular headspace I was in. Magick shit. He’s the best.

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