The Drugs are These Ectoplasmic Pyramid Shaped Computers

7/8/2025 –

I’m running an errand in Greenwood and it’s ridiculous. I tried to show up early to make things easier or avoid crowds or whatever but I showed up waaaay too early. I’m prone to this kind of bullshit but here I’m genuinely a little irritated with myself. I have way too much time to kill. I start wandering around and somehow find myself in this warehouse with two small square boxes in each one of my hands.

At a certain point I’m in this dark area of the warehouse and the box on my right hand just vanishes. As far as I can tell, it snags on something which makes me drop it but I cannot for the life of me find the thing when I start looking. It’s like it vanished into thin air. Shit. I’m pretty sure that was part of the errand I was running. I guess it’s gone though, so I’ll just keep pushing on. When I do, suddenly I’m confronted with the fact that there are workers in this particular warehouse and you know, I don’t work here.

That’s not good. I try to evade them but they saw me before I even knew they were there so that’s not happening. Yeah, this sucks. They accost me and take me to the front of their office building. This administrative looking woman comes out and they’re waiting for their head security guy.

When he gets out, I pepper spray all of them in the face and they fall to the ground in agony. Their head security dude’s this sleazy looking incredibly pale white guy with greased back black hair. I spray him in the face and nothing. Then again. Nothing.

“Just get out of here and never come back and I won’t give a shit.”

He tells me. So I do.

In the next situation I’m sleeping over at some friend’s house. When I get up in the morning, I’m now getting roped into their morning jam session. Like, I didn’t know this was part of the deal but there’s no way to get out of it now and wow is this odd. So, I’m in this large stucco shower and these three guys, (who I all know on the internet and have never met in actual life) are pretending to play music together. One of them is sitting on the floor pretending to play the drums and the other two are standing up pretending to play guitar and drums. One of them is pretending to sing. They are making no sound, except that in a way they are. It seems like I am periodically flipping out to another level of reality where I can hear it faintly.

This goes on for a while and at one point I notice they’re all naked? Were they the whole time? I don’t know. Seems like I’d notice that. Anyway, after a while I leave the shower and there’s another cover band playing 70’s rock in the hallway. I gotta be honest: it’s not great.

In the final scenario I see this small square bank building on the far corner of a huge mostly empty parking lot of what I’m guessing is a mall. Now I’m inside the bank building for unknown reasons just doing whatever when I realize the place has gotten very crowded. Also, it’s all black people. I’m the only white dude here, and I do not know why I’m here when I come to think of it. So I start to leave but in weird dream fashion it takes me forever to successfully wade through all the people. When I walk out a mom with her small child wearing an Ohio State shirt walks in. She’s light skinned and wearing white jean shorts cut in just the right way. That’s about where the dream cuts out.  

One more thing though. I’d completely forgotten I had a dream interlude about listening to Bulls on Parade with my wife until I was watching MTV Classic in the morning. I was just about to turn the channel but decided to leave it on when an odd feeling consumed me. I somehow knew that Bulls on Parade was going to play next and the dream I’d forgotten instantly materialized in my mind. A few seconds later Bulls on Parade did in fact play. Surreal.  

7/9/2025 –

There’s a lot of exposition that goes on here that I’m totally missing, meaning I’m only catching the tail end of this dream but when I come to I’m in the back of what seems like a limo. My good friend is there and he’s really into the new band featuring the drummer from Helmet, which features 2 drummers. Like, he’s really into this band, to the point that we’re driving the primary drummer around in the limo.

This guy is one of the best drummers in the world, and he was totally cool with going to a 2 drummer lineup. He just has no ego like that. This is what my friend is telling me. I respond that I’d already heard the 2 drummer lineup in Helmet and for some reason it’s like my friend is surprised by this. Like:

“Oh yeah. No shit. He’s obviously heard two drummer Helmet.”

Eventually we drop the guy off wherever we were supposed to and help him unload this enormous piece of gear that looks kind of like large black trashcan sized droid with all these yellow eyeball illuminated buttons and levers at the top. I’m sort of surprised that this is his gear, him being a drummer and all.

Later in the night it’s the same deal. I have this long intricate dream that I can feel but my recall only kicks in on the tail end. Here it feels like I just got out of a conference with a bunch of other people. We’re all hanging out with some time to kill and I recommend that we pop into this waterfront bar. What follows is nothing but hazy memories. The place has a black and silver duct tape vibe. That can’t be right. Was there really a duct tape vibe? I think there was.

Anyway, the only thing I really remember from this is that at one point my friend’s very strange and sci fi facial hair looking tag along is telling us he’s been sober the entire time. I think we’re all surprised by this because we’re letting loose. I can remember the feeling but not the specifics. Whirlwind rides of excitement in the black duct tape bar.

When we get out, this Asian woman thanks me for talking so many people into the drinking. It was definitely the right move. I ask her where we are and she tells me Chicago. We’re across the water from most of the downtown skyline, right next to a glass pyramid structure like the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

I’m supposed to be leaving but I’m not in charge of the process. This group of like 4 or 5 peeps in puffy cotton almost hazmat looking jackets are and boy do I not trust them. I do not think these people are going to get me to the airport on time, yet I’m relying on them.

This leads into some odd scenario where I’m sleeping in a white walled apartment. I get up to talk to my wife.

“Where are we? How long have we been here?”

She doesn’t have the answers to these questions, in fact, I’m not sure she speaks at all. I walk back to the bedroom and just notice that it has an incredible view of this booming red futuristic city. It’s stunning. I turn around and when I turn back, I’m now in this pencil colored in shopping mall. These people who are supposed to be getting me to the airport sure suck.

Now I’m on the back porch lounge of what seems like a country club in the sticks. My uncle and Dad are there. I’m out front about to play golf and I’ve acquired some droids. One sort of looks like R2D2 and the other like a more skeletal version. I’m about to play golf with the aid of my droids and my uncle comments on how much he loves droids.

They seem to be helping me line up my shots with these colorful programs but fuck. Here come the white sweatshirt people. They run past me right as I’m about to take my first swing. I run after them but they’re already pretty far away. I think I can catch them though but fuck. The droids. I need to round up the droids. It’s at this point that I remember my third droid, who is a dog. A brown Labradoodle quite specifically. It’s run off a decent amount so even if I summon it, it’s going to make it real difficult to catch up with the airport people. No way. No way I’m leaving my dog droid behind. I guess I’m just going to have to find my way on my own. I don’t seem super concerned.

7/10/2025 –

I’m looking at an image above that looks like an intentionally retro looking phone video game. I live in a house and there’s this other witchy woman icon who also lives on the property, just north of me. She’s got red hair and she just moved in. This is communicated all in bad pixelized graphics that I can feel. I don’t know what to think about this development so I send my dog Zeke up to say hello. He’s always the best ambassador.

This seems to have gone well as far as I can tell but Zeke then warps back into our yard, then warps again from very close to the house, into the house. This is strange and I have no idea what it means but I get the impression somehow Zeke never made it to her or his memory was wiped or something. I have no clue why I’m getting that impression.

For the rest of the night, I’m in this scenario where I’m in school but there’s a snow storm. I’m supposed to be leaving school at 6am but this snowstorm is preventing this from happening. But no, I’m getting the fuck out of here. No one else seems to think this is a good idea or plans to leave at all. It’s 6am, I need to get my sleep. I don’t seem to be able to get out though.

Instead, I start taking drugs. No, really. I don’t even get the impression this is part of the lesson plan either. Seems like something we’re just doing for fun because we’re snowed in. Is it weird? Of course. So like, this isn’t like taking traditional drugs per se. The drugs are these clear ectoplasmic pyramid shaped chemical living computers that you fly around inside of. You just sort of become this odd clear living computer pleasure goo energy. I try several of them and the shapes are different but the feeling is mostly the same. The pyramid one is definitely my favorite.

You’d think this wouldn’t get stranger but now I’m at formal party type situation. Polished wood floors in a boring square building. It’s crowded and this tall, I’d say 60’s looking bald guy wearing a tan sweater who looks vaguely like Dr. Phil pulls me aside. I know he’s one of the head honchos involved in whatever this event is, so I’m supposed to kiss my ass. He likes me and he has some big advice, which is?

“You gotta stand around a party and wait for the inevitable breaks in conversation. Then, once that lull in the conversation happens, you jump in with something clever to say and say it as loud as possible. ALL CAPS.”

I see him do this in my mind’s eye and it’s kind of funny because he times it to perfection but his joke wasn’t very good so the 4 or 5 people involved aren’t super amused. They laugh but you know, it’s not like it was pure gold or anything. So I take this advice like:

“Sure, cool.”

But the guy keeps following me around and asking if I’ll try it out. I politely decline like:

“Man, it’s just not my thing.”

But he keeps pushing and even does it in front of me. It’s watching it live in action rather than my mind’s eye that seals the deal as this time it doesn’t even land as well as it did there. I’m entrenched.

“No. I’m not doing that. It’s just not my style man.”

One more vision. At first, I see a child on a suburban street head out to do an unspecified activity with a tall guy that looks like a pacific islander with facial tattoos. I now see them returning. The child has 4 or 5 lizards skewered on these cool looking jagged wooden spikes. He’s holding all of them in his left hand pointed out like an intentionally menacing trophy. It’s been a good day hunting lizards. That’s the vision.  

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