The Numbers are Embedded Inside of Them

10/11/2025 –

I’ve just showed up at this place where it’s like they work on your car while you get drunk. Seems like a plan. There are a couple of other guys here, looking at me as I make my way to my stall. This one pale bald guy with kind of an old time-y hipster beard and I make eye contact briefly. I’m not sure why. I get back to my stall, which is behind a white door and has this long flat concrete loading dock type thing. I don’t even see my car.

After I’ve situated myself, I now head to grab a drink. I grab two and as I’m heading back in the pale bald dude and his friends walk by me and we kind of do a head nod thing. As I get back into my stall, two things occur to me. One, I’m double fisting and it doesn’t even feel like it’s noon yet. Two, am I supposed to be hanging out with the other people here? I was just going to sit in my stall and get drunk by myself but maybe that’d be seen as rude. I’m not sure what I decide and the social etiquette of getting drunk in this fictional car repair joint still eludes me unfortunately.

In the next sitch, my company has moved to a new office, which is of course an intricate maze of a shapeshifting building. All pretty bland and dry though, just like the real thing. Way bigger though.  

Like in my current job situation, it’s kind of slow and we know it’s going to pick up so we’re kind of looking for stuff to do until it does.  We eventually worm our way through this light hallway and down the stairs into this small meeting room where an all staff meeting is happening. Except it’s not a very big room. When I get in, I can barely see. Who planned this? It doesn’t really matter but what’s funny is this one nerdy looking programmer dude is accurately complaining about something that is quite annoying about my job.

Completely on point and you know, I’m not sure if I’ve ever dreamt about my actual job before and this is absolutely a riff on my waking world gig.

After the meeting I head into this other hallway that looks like it’s leased by another company. Telecommunications shit as far as I can tell. As I walk toward the glowing glass walls of this space I then turn around and look back and my company’s office. A burst of yellow is flashing from the too small room where we just had the meeting. Now my consciousness leaves me and things go into strange cartoon mode.

There are these 3-digit numbers that appear and then are inserted into a clear oblong energy circle. This energy circle now goes and penetrates its way into the center of a person that works at the office. The number is embedded there inside them. This is shown to me two or three times in a row. Three-digit code is embedded into a membrane that can psychically penetrate them. Three-digit code is now embedded into the very fiber of their being. I’m not entirely sure what this does and it is not explained. I’ve got my suspicions.

I wake up and when I get back under, it feels like a continuation of the last dream and I’m sucked into this new adventure with my brother by this grouping of magic white cubes. They pull me to my destination and help get me set up in my new workspace. Since I work from home, moving isn’t even that inconvenient. I’m set up to work from this place instantly, thanks to the magic white cube things. They warped me here and then set up my office. Where is this place though? Shit, it’s like a dorm, because of course it is. Feels like I’m in Ohio or some other midwestern spot as well.

Should be fun. I head out of my room and there’s a shared living area.

We just seem to be hanging out chillin’ around this very stylish 70’s sci fi looking room. There are four gorgeous women here dressed in these slick all white jumpsuit uniforms like they’re in some sort of fictional Starfleet. They’ve all got tied up beehive hair too. This almost makes me go lucid because like, why would all these women both be dressed the same and have the same style hair? Very different looking women too, different races. It just seems so odd that they’d do this but nah. I do not go lucid. Beauty once again triumphs over reason. I’m too mesmerized to interrogate the disbelief sufficiently.  

I eventually leave and come back. They’re trying to sell me on taking these classes on things I already know pretty well. Shocker. They almost sell me on it too but the more I consider it the more I’m out. It legit seems like an underground educational facility but there’s a ton going on outside of that. I head back in and eventually there’s this incredibly eerie scene where I’m chatting with my brother on these maroon velour couches. He’s sitting across from me and I’m like:

“Whaaaaaat the fuck is going on here? I was whisked here by magic white cubes. What is up? I think I’m dead. Like, I genuinely think I died. That’s what’s going on, isn’t it?”

I’m so close but I’m still not getting it and I’m genuinely not sure I thought I was dead while dreaming before. My brother did not know how to respond to this.

There’s one more scene where I’m assessing the situation. We have a shared large living space and kitchen but we’ve all got our own large rooms. I can deal with that. I head back to the couch congregation with the beehive sci fi women. Everybody looks super excellent here but they don’t seem to have any plans to leave this living space. I can see this in their auras and I can also see that they’re slightly bored because of it. I get it, they are in fact some super cool cats but like, it’s a big weird world of other underground freaks out there. Hell, it’s an underground freak university as far as I can tell. I’m gonna wanna get out and see some shit. Hope that doesn’t cause any friction.

10/12/2025 –

This has to be a record for dreams lost in a night. Like, I was definitely doing things on the other side but they will remain mysterious. The only thing I remember is that of course there’s a situation where I’m staying at a hotel and there’s the matter of check out coming up. We’re supposed to do that in the morning but it feels like we want to party. There’s a loophole somehow. Our stuff can be packed up and ready for us, we just need to plan it the night ahead. So like: having your stuff packed up the night before. That’s the big hack. Maybe someone else is doing it for us? Doesn’t really matter because knowing it’s taken care of makes me chill about the whole thing.

We head outside to do some hiking. While we’re on this ridge, this group of dudes dressed up in 70’s future fantasy outfits walk by us. The guy on the tail end looks a lot like Chistopher Walken but not Christopher Walken exactly. He’s also probably 20 years younger but still entirely gray. As his group walk by, he and I make strange eye contact. There’s an incredibly odd vibe to the whole thing and I don’t know what to make of it. Is he being slightly antagonistic? Zero clue. Maybe it’s his odd way of being friendly.

To sort of alleviate the awkwardness I offer some small talk bullshit and comment on the super nice weather and the view, to which the Walken dude is all:

“Oh yeeeeessss, we’re here for this amazing weather, and whaaaat…could….compeetee with this vieeeew?

You know how fucking weird Chistopher Walken is? This guy is somehow more bizarre, and in a different way too. I am absolutely laughing my ass off because it’s so out there but I don’t entirely know if he’s trying to be hilarious or just is inherently. I’m pretty sure he’s in on the joke and as he emphatically swings his arms around to accentuate the view, everything starts getting crazy.

Like hell yeah, what a fucking view? All the plants beneath us start to radiate like the Black Hole Sun video. Everything goes art house supernova. Astonishing natural beauty with new radiating inner sensations. I can only handle the psychic swirl for so long until I’m now awake, longing for another taste of that far out cosmic countryside.

Later a vision where my wife is inhabiting this liquid glass type dream world. There are all these energies descending on her, like dudes on fresh meat. It’s a bit overwhelming for her so she wants me to come hang in her dream realm to deflect them.

After that, I’m in the back of the class and the desks at the front are filling up quick, which is surprising. There’s one left and this dude is like tip tap tumbling his fingers on it from the opposite side while he talks to a student at the desk next to it. Fuck, I probably can’t just sneak in and grab that, can I? But then he briefly walks away and yeah, I am absolutely grabbing that computer. Don’t care if the guy was scoping it or not.

10/13/2025 –

Almost another record for most dreams forgotten in a night. All I remember are visions. In the first this older woman looks at her younger collaborator in what feels like her office. I get the vibes what they do involves writing. Anyway, the younger woman at the keyboard has put on this all-black looking diving outfit with a large bulbous leather gimp mask with no openings. She has descended off into the deepest of sleeps there with her head on her desk. This was possibly chemically induced. She gone.

Her older collaborator looks down at her and doesn’t know what to think. Maybe she should be spending more time awake, on the other hand, what is she seeing down there? She wants to judge it but she can’t fully commit. This will be the next generational divide.

After that, a lengthy dream that involves me as a younger man made of kaleidoscopic light energy being dragged through these cartoonish dark urban streets. I have zero clue where they’re taking me and it all seems malleable. It’s a pleasant blur and I remember exactly none of the specifics. Just the whooshing feeling.

While I’m meditating, I’m briefly shown something about the nature of magick.

“You write it into the manual, then put it into the code.”

I get a strange vibe that putting it into the code involves living a life in the human realm. No real clue why I think that. Just a feeling. 

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