The Code Flows Through Me

2/11/2026 –

I have a vision of this used car on a lot. It makes no sense but there’s like a huge middle section of the thing that’s made up of like Bud Light boxes. Like, what I’m looking at makes no logical sense at all. Doesn’t look like a car but I’m like:

“Yep. Yep. The whole section made of cardboard Bud Light packaging should have been a sign.”

I’m later essentially shown that this has something to do with my wife, which tracks.

A bit down the road I now have a vision of this woman with some kind of neurological disorder who’s talking to these two other unidentified people who seem slightly older than her. She’s showing off her prized puppers and when she mentions that one of them is getting old, you can feel it in their minds. It’s going to be particularly hard on her when he passes because her condition. That’s what they’re chatting about as they’re walking away and I’m thinking they’re right.

 2/12/2026 –

Deep dream about this towering black castle-like structure with this boxy protruding lower ground foundation floor that has a heavy heavy black energetic weight to it. That’s all I fucking remember.

Later I’m walking down the front row of a Storm game except no one’s in the arena so it’s either not a game day or the game ain’t starting any time soon. I’m walking by all these floor seats and they’re cluttered, but not with trash. Just with like random personal belongings. Some of them look like tan capes honestly. Lipstick cannisters and such. I walk past a bunch and about half way past half court on the other side of the midcourt console I’m like:

“Yes. These are our seats.”

And I brush off the random detritus so we can enjoy them.

Later a vision where it’s like I’m kind of walking backstage at a stadium. There’s a crowd gathered in the innerworkings. I approach and this hook-nosed woman with red curly hair seems to be in charge. Yep, there’s something about that woman and I’m not entirely sure I dig it. Not sure I don’t, either. I’m willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. That’s about where the vision fades out.

Now I pull out of a dream/meditative trance and all this weird ass green hued code is just flowing through my consciousness. Kind of like Matrix graphics but more with alien mystical symbols rather than numbers.

“The code must be entered from this level of reality.”

I’m told in an intuitive way I could never explain.

OK then.

2/13/2026 –

My dad and I are eating dinner in this fancy restaurant on a top floor of a high rise in Austin, Texas. We’re generally just enjoying the experience and commenting on how cool it is. I look around and am like:

“The view could be better I guess.”

And I’m only saying this because I’m looking in the other room and some of the tables do have it a little bit better. The second I’m thinking this though, all the scenery starts warping and I can feel the pleasant warpage inside me.

“You know what, this view is pretty fucking choice. Hard to complain.”

And it is. Most excellent. Also, has my dad ever been to the top of the Columbia Center? I’m seeing it in my mind’s eye as I’m thinking it which is warping the scenery into even cooler configurations.

Interestingly enough, the very next morning I met up with our new neighbor who just so happens to be from Austin, Texas. I thought he was from Vegas for some reason too, which fucks with the whole power of suggestion thing. I also recommended the Columbia Center and didn’t even realize the connection until later in the day.

In the next scenario I’m at this mildly boring party in a semi-swanky house on a sunny day. I’m mainly just unamused and I’m primarily not having fun because I really just want to be working out later. These people need to leave so I can commence with the working out. There is this one woman who I feel like I should have talked to though. Should I have? I quite sure it doesn’t matter.

They eventually leave and I go downstairs to get my work out on but it’s like this huge event is now happening here. I’m cool with it. I’m down and it’s just a reflection of Super Bowl parade I went to earlier in the week. But like, I also want to work out.

This ends up turning into an amazingly fantastical waking up within a dream within a dream situation. Even though the experience is mildly anxiety inducing, its surreal deliciousness is enough. I’m just happy to feel this weird again.

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