The Secret Museum of Knucklebones

9/14/2025 –

I’m slipping into a trance as the song Let Me Know by Dig is going through my mind. I’m falling backwards and floating when I realize I’m in an odd scenario. I’m flying around a store and searching for Let Me Know. I’m supposed to buy it in this store. Eventually I recognize that I’m floating down the cereal aisle of the store and I’m like:

“There’s now way I’m going to find Let Me Know here.”

I look over to the other aisle just beyond the cereal aisle and it strikes me as incredibly implausible that I’m going to find Let Me Know anywhere in this particular establishment. I believe this is correct.

In the next scenario, I’m watching as these muscular arms that aren’t attached to a body put a plant in a wide colorful pot with a long trunk and perfectly cropped multi-colored leaves at the top onto this bench to one side. He then grabs another similar looking plant and puts it next to the other one, in the middle position on the bench. There is one more position on the bench for the plant that I’m now realizing I have in the leather bag at my feet but it doesn’t feel right. My plant is a short wide leafy green thing. I just don’t think it’ll fit with the others really, but it’s hard to say. My gut says no.

In the final vision, I’m looking at what seems like a tap pouring beer into various glasses from below. The beer seems to be getting through the bottom of each of these glass structures and each time it hits one of the bottoms, there is an indication of cash being made. Almost like a cha-ching sound but with visible currency. I can’t help but think this is a visual metaphor for the sham that is trickle down economics but I legit don’t know. Is that beer or piss?

9/15/2025 –

I’m looking at this odd kind of blurry phased out image. On the right-hand side is what looks like a band but it’s very much intentionally ambiguous. Like, I don’t necessarily think this is a band but rather what the band represents. It seems almost more like an entire genre that’s being represented. Regardless, I very much want this thing to survive and I know it’s dying. For some reason, in this scenario it’s clear that I have a lot of money and I throw a lot of money at this band or whatever it is.

My inflection of money turns the thing silver but not long after it’s like the scene separates and I’m now looking at the band again and somehow know internally that it’s doomed. It doesn’t matter how much money I feed this thing. It’s hopeless and it’s going to end. I can see it sinking into this sea of jagged machinery. Again, I have no idea how I know this internally, it’s just intuited but wow is there a profound sense of sadness with this realization. It’s more than sadness though, it’s just disgust at the creepy hell world we live in. This place sucks so much. Of course we can’t have nice things. Of course.

In the next vision I’m looking at the City of Seattle from a vantage point near Gasworks Park. There is a small metal grill type thing thrown in front of my viewpoint but the metal planks are so thin I can still see the city perfectly. I fling my finger across the thin metal planks repeatedly, making music with the prison bars I suppose.

“This is magick!”

I’m told.

In the final vision I see an older-gentlemen with gray hair who seems like a janitor working in a metal walled building that looks like MOPOP. He walks down this one hallway where he’s by himself and this secret compartment opens in a fancy high tech way where it’s like the metal components disassemble themselves to let him enter, then reassemble themselves behind him. What he’s entered appears to be a hidden museum within the larger museum. There are these thin upward facing displays he’s looking at that appear to be fancy casings for knucklebones. It’s the secret museum of knucklebones.  

9/16/2025 –

I’m looking at this typical looking rich guy. He’s thin with a curly mop of Zuckerburg hair living the supposed good life and yet he communicates with me telepathically.

“I’m trapped!”

He tells me. In the next scene he’s riding in a limo and sticking his head out of the of the open sunroof party boy style.

“I am in prison!!!”

I’m told by his unconscious. Seems about right.

Later while meditating a vision of this album cover that immediately reminds me of Dark Side of the Moon. It’s different though and as far as I can tell has an all-black cover with multiple line drawn border layers colored pink, blue, and green. I just get a good vibe from this album cover and while I’m enjoying the vibes a song comes into my mind sung by a voice that sounds like Jimi Hendrix.

“I’m ali-ive!

I’m on the sce-ene!

I’ve got some money!

I’ve got to break free, got to break free!”

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