The Supernova Psi Surfer

2/26/2026 –

Three cool dreams. In the first I go to Amsterdam and I’m just wandering through this freaking amazing cityscape. No roads and all looking like an enormous campus rather than a city in a way. Such interesting stone architecture. A mixture of old and modern but nothing ancient like we have around these parts. Definite alien vibes to it all in a way. Like something a sci fi design department cooked up and a talented one at that.

In the next vision I’m meditating and turning into a glowing golden orb of bliss energy vibes. I’m then projecting the vibes onto this golden box and energizing the thing to the hilt. It feels like there’s a game on that box and I’m juicing it. Bliss energy juicing for the win. The other team never stood a chance.

Later in the morning I’m hanging out in what seems like a live-in space with the much younger contingents of my family. There’s this large living room area and when they take off to party I settle in. Oh yeah. I have this projector. I should turn off the lights and project some old trippy cartoons on the ceiling.

Fuuuck yeah. This is amazing. It really is. Out-freaking-standing. The show is this kind of like space constellation version of Reign the Conqueror. As I’m watching one scene I’m genuinely just thinking: Yes. The art design. All of this show looks so goddamn unique and fantastical. The constellations. These star patterns just shoot out into space like each star is a synchronized glowing energy supernova psi surfer.

Again, beyond excellent. Why did I never try the ceiling projector thing until now. I go try to summon the kids who are now returning from their party. They seem spent. I’ll just tell them later.

Also, later I’m told that I should never carry a gun or it could cause an accident. Noted.

2/27/2028 –

I’m working next door to this book shop where this dude that looks like a younger Adam Scott works. I seem to like this guy but later I’m sitting at a dining table in what feels like a college dining hall and chatting with friends. The dude who works at the book shop rolls in and he’s gone full on satanist. Like, he’s putting this black ash cross on this black devil book at the table next to us, before spreading the dark ash on his head in an upside down cross.

We all look at each other pretty what the fuck like when this other guy I know sits down at another adjacent table behind us. Yeah, I know that guy too and he also just turned into a huge satanist. I’m starting to think it:

“It is bit fucking weird that two people I’ve known during my life ended up turning into hardcore satanists.”

My friends are like:

“Yeah. That is totally fucking weird and you absolutely need to get to the bottom of whatever bizarre plotline is hidden there.”

I suppose I do. It does almost seem like the book shop dude’s adjacence to me is what turned him. That’s certainly something to contemplate.

That’s about it on the dream front but later I’m told:

“You can’t break her.”

You break it, you fix it. Sigh.

Later I’m told what I’m doing in a macro sense is basically a psychic evacuation plan. That tracks and good way of framing it, weirdoes.

Nothing great on the dream front but I do get myself into some excellent godhead light of heaven glowing bliss trance states. That’s the juice. In one, this crackling black and white static mind picture of a woman wearing a platinum blonde wig floats by. Kind of looks like Ella Purnell, which is a good way to look.  

2/28/2026 –

Coming out of a trance I’m told I’m in control now. Things do seem to be shifting. I’m later told that a lot of people are going to get fired. Yes. Yes I think they are.

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