The Pleasantly Soul Sucking Stars

10/23/2025 –

Went to a concert that disrupted my sleep cycles so not much. I was shown some things about a guy I sort of knew a long time ago. Then the phrase:

“Maximum Override”

I get the vibe this is a technomancy thing. Maximum override motherfuckers!!!

10/24/2025 –

I’m in this restaurant with huge ceilings that kind of seems like a renovated church or some shit. Anyway, I head outside to chat with some people for a while, then when I come back in it is super crowded. I have to go around this bend to get to the table we were at and with all the people in the way it’s taking forever. When I do get near I’m starting to realize that all the people I’m politely pushing through are old women and at a certain point they start grabbing me by the shoulder.

“Aren’t you the one they’re paging?”

I look up and there’s this blue projection of my own image charging into my mind. They’re definitely looking for me.

“Do you know where they’re paging me to?”

I ask multiple women and they simply don’t answer. I shake my head kind of annoyed. The table we were at is empty and like, what the fuck? I wasn’t even outside for that long and you just bolted, then started paging me? Whatever, let me go find wherever the fuck it is I’m supposed to meet up with you.

Now a very long sequence where it’s like I’m in some special program and staying in this dorm type sitch. I have this corner second or third floor dorm room and I’m quite happy with it honesty. It’s definitely comfortable. In fact, most of this entire sequence that I remember takes place in my room. Just what I remember though.

I do remember heading out on some excursion just to get detained and essentially deported from some other country or area of the city. They tried to get me on nonsense charges and a couple of friends from the school show up at what seems like a border checkpoint and clear me instantly. Zero clue what that was about.

In another sequence I’m hanging out with this other dormmate woman with short straight platinum blonde hair. We’re seemingly just doing some light shopping but at a certain point she starts telling me about how crushed she is by this guy who broke up with here what feels like a while back. She seems so upset that I comfort her and eventually that leads to us making out, which she initiates. Can’t say I resisted and she was the one who stopped the operation to ask about my wife. Ooooh. Yeah. That.

There was a play or something going on for a while and I was like sitting on these stairs right outside my room. Seemed like a big production although I’m not sure if it was a play or pep rally.

Other than that, most of what I remembered happened in the room, lying in bed. There was this one sequence where I had this profound realization that I didn’t have much time left in this very specific academic program or whatever the hell it was. Should I be out there enjoying it more? Doing more shit? The feeling here is what’s important and profound. Maybe I should? Maybe sleeping my life away is a mistake.

Ultimately though, nah. The deeply embedded FOMO feeling faded and the most penetrating memories from this sesh involved lying in bed and transporting myself internally. In the first of these transcendent daydreams within dreams my wife mentions how cool the place we’re staying in is. With this, I relax backwards and fall into this elevating platforming video game experience. There are these tan dirt and green sprouting pillars of hills. They keep moving up and down and are of course gorgeous beyond gorgeous. Yeah, I mean, this place really has an amazing view. I’m also bending through walls and elevating my consciousness to observe the shapeshifting view accordingly. It’s the type of thing that might make a chap go lucid, but does it? You know the answer.

In the following phantasmal memory I go to sleep and holy shit. I’m sleeping under these stars which makes no sense and are surreal as fuck but the feeling man. The motherfucking feeling. The stars are latching onto me and it’s heavy. Literally. Weighty and unbearably sublime. I’m inside on a bed and outside with the pleasantly soul sucking stars simultaneously. You think you can grok this type of shit with words alone? Wrong answer ma’am. Wrong fucking answer.

10/25/2025 –

First a vision of this software program. There are these text fields where you can supposedly enter text but my account has been restricted intentionally, I think. Honestly, it almost more seems like a terrible design, which is what I’m complaining about to someone who seems to be my boss or trainer or whatever. Like, what’s the point to having an enormous text box feature if you can’t even use it?

This is followed by a long dream that I only slightly remember unfortunately. What I do bring back is that we somehow end up at like a reader appreciation type event where you get to hang out with Graham Hancock and this one other famous writer wearing a red golf shirt, who I’m not even sure exists in the waking world. It’s not much of party as no one seems to really be partying, including myself. So like, why the fuck are we here? The place is kind of dingy I must admit. I’m sitting on this lounge chair by the dark blue couch Graham is on and that’d the thing. I am sitting right next to Graham Hancock and there is nothing I want to chat him up about. Nothing.

The people sitting next to him are all talking about their agents. Why am I at this party? It seems like my brother’s into it. Oh, at least they’re going to have food apparently. That’s something. We get up to go outside to where the picnic area is and I guess I just decide to bail. I’m now trying to catch a bus, which becomes a strangely mutating light rail line. Then whoosh. I black out and I’m back home, quite obviously thinking of how I whooshed back home and what that means for the state of reality I’m inhabiting. Moreover, it’s not late. What’s my brother up to now? Should I call him or just go to bed early? There’s that profound feeling of missing out on something that I keep getting but I do manage to quickly push through it. I think I’m just going to go to bed.

When I get back under again, now I’m in this cartoon diagram type side scrolling world with old school brown hued children’s book inspired graphics. I have this ability that they’re showing me, that looks like a long tall brown mushroom shaped energy structure. Remember that unwritable text field they showed me early in the dream that annoyed me? This brown mushroom power can write all the text in those fields it wants. I think because of this (or possibly outside of it), it also gives me the ability to push people around a bit. They get caught in these patterns and I can use this power to just smack them in the face with these almost paisley shaped energy arms, adjusting their trajectories through their own tunnel worlds. Seems like I even can smack them into different tunnels on occasion. That’s certainly cool.         

The next dream is once again extensive but I remember little. We warp down to this cool kind of surrealist urban diner establishment between two skyscrapers. I’m eating some pretty excellent nachos with my wife and when we’re about halfway through them, this tattooed waitress with short red hair brings us another plate. We’re kinda confused about this, like, really? Double nachos? Seems like a bit much but when in Rome. We’re def gonna go for it.

Then another heavily tattooed waitress comes over and just starts hanging out with her arms on the table. Why are 2 waitresses hanging out with us while we’re taking down the double ‘chos? They’re chatty too. What is going on here?

This becomes an even more pertinent question when restaurant turns into a bus and starts rolling along and sort of merging with the city at the same time. At one point I deftly catch our drinks, which were about to fall off the table when the bus/restaurant hit the brakes. One of the tattooed waitresses witnesses this maneuver and is obviously impressed. I look up like:

“Yeah, that was pretty slick, huh?”

That’s about where the dream cuts out.

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