The Psychic Sun

1/13/2026 –

We’ve gotten The Nemesis Theory back together for this one show. It’s at this party in this fairly large and stylish sunny venue that I’m getting the impression is the private residence of someone with rather impressive means, but not like a billionaire. I’m also getting the impression this other much more popular band arranged it all. Like, they wanted us to reform for this show and honestly, I’m not entirely sure why.

Also, I didn’t practice for this shit at all, which seems particularly suspect because it’s material I barely listen to and haven’t played in 20 years. That seems problematic but no one other than me seems concerned. So, this first band gets through their set. It’s not a huge crowd but not small either. I’d say a couple hundred peeps mostly ignoring the folding chairs in front of the stage and rocking along on their feet. I get the vibe the tunes are hippie adjacent. College hippie shit. Not normally my scene but I’m grooving on it. Lots of wailing punchy clean guitars. It’s more upbeat, not the acoustic meandering type of jam stuff. Acoustic guitars suck.

They finish up and everyone’s jazzed, but as we’re starting to set up the entire crowd has filed out the door. Yep. Yep. This is what I was expecting. I’ve only been through it a million times. Why am I doing this again? The other dudes wanted to, I guess.

In the middle of us setting up we’re accosted to this side room where we’re treated to a delicious dinner. It’s classy in a not too over the top way and also a great hang. We’re genuinely enjoying ourselves when I fall deep into thought about how I don’t want to play this show. Fuck. Why couldn’t we just hang? I gotta play a show in front of no one? Can we just cancel it? We never really did back in the day. We just played in front of no one. Might as well be practice.  

From the classy arched dinner-room we see some people filing back into the gathering space. It sweetens the pot to the point where we go in to finish setting up our shit and people just keep filing in. There are honestly now slightly more people here than there were for the hippie band, and that band is in the crowd ready to rock out too.

All right. I guess we’re doing this thing. I again mention that I haven’t practiced any of this shit. Like, not at all. I’m also playing guitar which I didn’t do in that band. I suppose I can just jam on what I don’t remember. I, uhhh, have no idea how this is going to work. The other guys in the band are kind of surprised I haven’t gone over any of it too. Nope. Not at all. Didn’t listen to it once. Here goes.

And that’s about where the dream cuts out. Later in a trance state I’m told:

“You’re finished.”

And in a way I think I am about to peace out of this weirdo realm when I die. I guess I’m also finished in the sense that I’ve already won whether or not I lift another finger. No fun in that though. I’m going to mind fuck the cancer planet something proper.

What else. Lots of shit about death being like an orgasm lately. Just figured I’d mention that.

1/14/2025 –

In a trance I’m standing in the Asselus Astralis (my magick space) and there’s a glowing yellow energy circle in my hand. I know that a letter will appear here so I wait. It doesn’t take long. Now the letter in the yellow light orb is safely in my hands.

I’m waking up in class and minorly paying attention for a bit. What the fuck? This sort of skeezy coworker of mine is up at the chalk board/LED display which is for some reason at the side of the classroom. He’s being all buddy-buddy with the teacher. He’s like giving a presentation and being very charming but eventually this shorter pretty woman with brown curly hair comes up to the chalk board and is just singing his praise. She’s so in love with him. You can feel the golden link in their shared mannerisms. I’m half awake and half asleep at this point but what the fuck? That woman isn’t even his wife.

Eventually we get up and wander around the town, which is very much like the high-rise scenario but at street level. Like a very fancy and otherworldly open air market type sitch. The sun is beaming in from above and seems to be selectively directing itself at one of my friends, for a while then moving on to the next friend. We’re being selectively enlightened I suppose although that’s probably a bit of an overstatement. The psychic sun does feel most excellent though.

Eventually a group of us gathers in an almost like industrial art space area I guess. Then we realize we’re being filmed for this reality show. There’s this younger long curly black haired 80’s burn out looking cameraman who feels right out of Wayne’s World who calls us over like:

“Hey man. I’ve been trying to tell my producers and I think they’re finally listening but like: you’re the best fucking thing we’ve got on this show. No, seriously. Look at some of this footage.”

And the one clip I remember is me sitting on a couch shirtless quite animatedly yelling at video games. I must confess that my body looks pretty good. Could be better but I’m not embarrassed. Also, when was the last time I yelled at video games? Cool man. Keep pitching it. We’re sitting on gold for sure.

1/15/2025 –

A kind of glam punky woman with short blonde hair is entering a higher floor apartment full of bees. And not like a few bees, an absolute shit ton of bees. There is a small cube of meat by the wall placed symmetrically. Seems like a small cube of meat to feed so many bees but maybe that’s a lot to them. No idea. No room should have this many bees though. That’s fo’ damn sure.

Later in a trance state, a woman with scarlet hair jumps into my world. Astral ganj-i-tation visitation. You can feel her. She’s got pull. Not conventionally attractive per se but top heavy and smart. I’m all the way in.

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