The Truck that Could Never Exist

10/26/2025 -

I’m looking at what appears to be this floating kite shaped structure with a futuristic/computer tech feel. I get the vibe it is a piece of living software and my focus is being drawn to what appears to me as the lower left quadrant. There are all these connected rectangles here that are flashing and trying to sync up to light in unison.

“This is like a basketball team. The team plays much better when these regions are all humming in unison.”

I am told. Cool.

10/27/2025 –

I’m in this painted blue world and I pull out of this vision with a splotch of living blue paint hovering over me. The feeling is INTENSE like whispy paint smoke hovering over a desert valley. I do not remember what the detailed scenario I’ve been pulled into here means but I think it has to do with protection. The blue-sky splotch of paint entity did seem to be communicating with me internally.

Later on, I am sort of pissed because it feels like I’ve been having detailed dreams but I don’t remember any of them. I’m told this is to keep me:

“Humble.”

Thanks, assholes! Now a vision of this very upbeat lawyer in a court room next to his client. This guy’s got the greatest vibes in the universe. He’s so nice it’s unstoppable. Now I’m told something about:

“Revenge!”

10/28/2025 –

I’m at this extended party sequence and the only thing I really remember is hanging out with this woman I used to work with a million years ago. She has a thing for me here and honestly, when I knew her, I thought she hated my guts because she sort of had a thing for me. I never gave her vibes at all, on purpose. Genuinely didn’t like her for good reason but since she’s flirting with me? Maybe I could go there.

There’s this odd sequence where I see her body slowly change through pregnancy and its aftereffects. It’s surreal as hell and I’m like:

“Yeah, it would absolutely make sense that she’d be a mom at this point, seeing as how long it’s been since I’ve seen her.”

Now she’s back throwing me vibes and that’s about the last thing I remember before the party’s letting out. I’m now trying to get people to come to this afterparty I was invited to. The backyard to this place opens up to what seems like absolute wilderness. There’s a dirt road at the back of the yard and I’m convinced a bus is going to show up here to take us to a magick colors shaman redneck huffing party or whatever the hell it is. It’s on the top of the mountain, that’s what matters.

This goes on for a while and is mostly boring. The longer we wait for the bus, the more people decide to bail on the mountaintop after party. At a certain point, this strange animation military looking truck that seems bizarrely thin and made out of concrete drives by as I think to myself:

“There’s no way that thing could actually drive.”

There is in fact no way it could and pretty quickly after the obviousness of this occurs to me, the thing careens off the road and into the house next door. I’m stunned and run over to help but it’s like this parking space open front yard storage device turns into all these short cartoon characters with pointy beige hats. Wheat hats. The instantly offer help to the guy from the truck that could never exist. They got this. No need for me to get involved, it’d just be a too many cooks kind of sitch.

Not long after I go to wait for the bus and realize:

“You know what, it’s like 6:30am and I genuinely don’t think there are buses running this late.”

I was wrong the whole time. Oh well, not that many people believed me in the first place but there are still a few stragglers from the original party. Including the weird reference coworker from my past. She’s wearing a red shirt and she seems to be waiting around late for me quite specifically.

That’s one dream, in the next I’m in like a park and ride area waiting for a bus that keeps showing up. There’s another red-haired dude waiting with me and these buses just keep not coming. We’re here with another couple dudes and eventually they’re like:

“Why don’t we just drive you.”

We’re cool with it but when we get there somehow our primary bags are gone. What the fuck? We handed them to y’all specifically, like you told us to. You said you had it covered. What’s odd is that these are our friends as far as we know. They are kind of dressed in dark suits like gangsters though. One of them has a cane. What the fuck happened to our bags?

“Double trauma.”

I’m told as I pull out of a sleep state not long after.

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