That's Why it Feels Limitless

12/28/2025 –

I’m at my job and we’ve detected these odd bits of code in certain employee’s payroll profile set ups. Like, there’s a fairly normal box where you’d fill in basic rate calculation information and instead it’s this incomprehensible but small matrix of code that sort of looks like an infinity symbol. I mean, yeah, this is a problem. Also, we don’t know how much of a problem it is or how to solve it exactly. Not sure there is a way to solve it. Is it even a problem or is it just weird? Only seems to effect like 3 employees. I keep entering various trance states trying to process this information with my fellow psychically linked coworkers. We never do find a solution.

Instead, I find myself in a variation of the Invisible College on the astral plane. It’s the classic small school almost Real World type scenario. The vibes are different here though and they just keep getting better. This is a school for different people. Weirdoes. I’m normally against all these schools and going back to school in general, but the vibes here are right.

We’re just partying in this shape shifting wood paneled dream facility. At one point, this one other student comes up to me and is fucking wasted. He’s not even sure which drugs he took. He’s trying to show me in this mind meld fantasy and it’s not adding up. He thinks he took 2 big blue pills that were supposed to slow him down but I’m looking at this memory and am not confident in it at all. So distorted.

We both agree that it doesn’t really matter what happened. What’s important is that he’s accidentally disabled himself and he needs help getting back to his dorm, which is in a whole different facility. This now turns into a video game sequence where he navigates up to certain spots he needs help clearing and I come in and respond accordingly. Very much like pre-planned obstacles in a video game and quite amusing. All I’m doing is going in and like lifting him over certain impediments to our progress. It’s ridiculous but hey, he disabled himself by partying too hard.

It's all very funny and genuine and when I do get him back to his dorm it’s like a hospital bed. To help him out further, I decide to start cooking him gnocchi. Or something like that. It seems like gnocchi to me. This is quite the process and while engaging in it, I start warping to this conference room on my side of the school. It’s very sci fi looking but not too much. Advanced contemporary. There are two other students in here with me, both men wearing Starfleet Command type get ups. They’re both ignoring me as I continue to make the gnocchi, lost in their own shit.

When I’m done and I can see I put my own unique spin on it. It’s like buffalo wing gnocchi. Lots off sauce. Several different flavors dripping with sauce. All the sauce. My completion of this project snaps the other Starfleet captains out of their trances. We seem to be consuming this spread in our minds in a circular ripple effect design spread. We all agree it’s excellent but I’m all:

“Wow though. So fucking complicated to make. I cannot believe how much went into making that shit. Can’t say I’m ever doing that again.”

It’s school. I learned something. In fact, wow, this conference room is fucking amazing. There’s weight to it. It’s not like it’s that big but it feels like it’s a thousand miles wide with a metallic pyramid column console thing emanating from somewhere centrally inside of me.

After waking up and getting back under, I’m in the same conference room except that it’s now my dorm and its way fucking cooler this time. There are these like vibrant color plastic art circuit energy barriers around some of the other students. Psi mutant shit. Yeah, I’m digging this. I can’t believe it but I might be in on going back to school if this is what it’s about. I’m not sure why but I wander around the facility, which is all these red and white striped impossibilities. Hallways painted as streaks on top of Escheresque hallways painted as red and white streaks. Again though, also with people with these brightly colored tech powered energy field shields. It’s just too intriguing. It’s a weirdo school.  

Eventually I’m satisfied with the self-guided tour but I do have a concern. Did I get the meal package? How does that work? I head back to my room and my pug is there, which is fucking amazing because he’s the best. He runs around gleefully. It’s the same conference room, but it’s much smaller. Back in the room by my bed and Zeke is this red energy space contraption that seems like it can invent reality. That’s why it feels limitless.

But yeah, back to the meal plan thing. Nobody seems to know. In fact, 4 or 5 other people come into the room and one dude is kind of making fun of me but I’m like:

“The last time I was in school was 2001, so like no, I don’t know how any of this works.”

Nobody seems have the answer but it’s eventually like a collection of psychic eye cells in the hallway tell us internally. You should have a key thing in your work bag. I look in my excellent shiny silver workbag and yep, there’s this big pink sparkly key thing that seems to keep expanding the longer I pull it out of the bag. Does it ever end? I honestly don’t know but I’m quite sure I do have the meal plan. Score.

Eventually I keep wandering around outside of the city fully lucid. I could start controlling the scenery but this place is fucking cool. Weird energy vibes. I want to go deeper into the madness. I’m on a river walk and the town is like a time melded sci fi college town from the collective unconscious incarnated as mind. Most excellent and eventually the excellence sends me awake.

Later in a trance I’m working with the brightly colored grid energy students. Those strange infinity algorithms disrupting the payroll profiles from before? Those are not a problem for us. We like those anomalies. We like them very much. We pull them out of the software from their slippery egg-like oceanic membranes. They turn into artfully shaped organic shadow beings as they slowly leave their circular incubation confines. Infinite living energy incarnate. Not a problem. A solution.

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