The Thin Blonde Woman and the Door to the Outer Dimensions

5/5/2023 -

In this dream my wife is asking me if there was a moment when I realized that I was actually smarter than the supposed "smart kids" in my school. She's telling me the story of when she had this realization and I can sort of relate. It's not like I was smarter than the supposed top of my class but there was absolutely a point when I realized I was a better writer for the most part.

The next thing I know I'm in this extended dream at my grandparent's former place in the Bay Area. At first I didn't know what was going on but then it turned into this family reunion/get together soiree and I was also made aware of the fact that it was basically a one time only type sitch. It is so weird but often when I visit my grandparents place in the Bay Area on the astral plane there's this bizarre shit going on where it's like the house is psychically sealed off from everything. There are these odd clear plastic casings that almost look like zippers on the windows and outside nearly everything is just this white haze world.

Nothing incredibly interesting happens during this entire dream but mainly, I get the general vibe that I'm interacting with members of this side of the family that I never even knew existed. And yup, that is where I get my writing abilities. All of my creative talents really. It comes from the crazy. So all of this tracks but as far as plot, at one point a group of them were bored with waiting to decide where we were going out to eat so they were all just chowing down on Taco Bell. This might seem nonsensical but it was actually making a point about my Hashimoto's the more I thought about it. That shit makes you hangrier than the hangriest motherfucker on the planet constantly. I used to have to eat breakfast within a half our of waking up or I'd feel like shit for the entire day. Sometimes several days. Anywho, that was basically it.

5/6/2023 -

I know I've mentioned the "it's not that I don't remember, it's that I can't understand" lesson plan from last month. This would be another prime example. I have an amazingly vivid dream which involved some sort of pink and black psychic energy invading our world but that's it. I pulled out of this dream and could remember zero narrative plot points. It was so vivid and yet my mind just couldn't piece any of it together. It was something my waking mind simply did not have the ability to convert into a linear narrative structure.

What's fascinating though is that almost as if responding to this avenue of contemplation I then had an insane extended dream that was similar but still tough to assemble into what we would consider a coherent plot in this realm. Most of it felt like hanging out, sort of slacking around, and partying with a bunch of various friends from the past in my current life and also completely fabricated I imagine. Hard to tell. There are a series of tasks that I'm supposed to accomplish and I'm doing so for this blonde woman who resides in another dimension. Every now and again a wooden doorway with a door frame painted gold suddenly appears wherever I'm hanging out.

I go to the door, walk into this magick blonde woman's world and receive my instructions. Then I go perform the tasks I've been assigned. Eventually I'm chilling with some burn out dream bro and he informs me that the psychic blonde woman is waiting for me. I effortlessly phase through a few more otherworldly rooms intuitively, then I stop in one and the golden door way opens again. I enter into shining eternity. The thing blonde woman is satisfied. I have completed the final task.

Now I am back in the apartment I lived in back in college in Oxford, Ohio. Apartment 311 (because we had grass roots for your mother). I'm with my one college roommate and I remember this phase of his, when he still fancied himself somewhat of an artist. It was the 90's and that guy really just isn't the artsy type, although he had decent taste in music at least. It's very weird because I'm watching him sort of pitch ideas off of us and am enthused but I also know how all this turns out. I'd say what an odd memory to dredge up, but they've been telling me I need better collaborators for quite a while now. That guy was sort of the start of the series of bad fits on that front I must confess. Things can only get better.

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