The Unseen Overworld

12/19/2025 –

I’m on vacation with my family in Kauai. We’re staying at this complex of white with black roofed individual units down on this wooden dock when one morning I come out of mine to realize they’re all leaving without me. What the fuck? Seriously, y’all are just going to jet? I am incredibly upset by this. Again, what the fuck? Who would just leave their son on an island? I’m only fucking here because of y’all in the first place. I didn’t want to go to Kauai.

But regardless, they’re gone. They’re packed and are flying away and I have no idea what to do. I wander out into the lush wilderness on some survival shit until I find a cave where other stragglers are hanging out. I guess this is what you do. You sleep in a cave. But more and more people keep populating the tiny space and I’m realizing the whole endeavor is going to be rough.

There’s this taller kind of bad ass grizzly looking guy with slick black hair and a slightly pocked marked face. We’re walking out of the place and I’m kind of asking for his advice in navigating this when it comes out that I have money. He has this look on his face like he wants to kill me when I accidentally spill this tea.

Oh yeah, just because my parents aren’t paying anymore doesn’t mean my credit cards have been frozen or anything. So, uhhh, I guess I should just get a hotel? Which I do and it eventually turns into this thing where I move out and this good-looking black guy has the room after me.

I keep coming back to grab shit because of course. It’s stupid. So stupid in fact that I eventually ditch the hotel and realize I’m dreaming because the scenery outside is so surreal. Even for Hawaii. It’s a jungle that’s all purple and red splashes of eerie psi energy in the periphery.

There’s an odd sting to it. Like an almost subconsciously noxious flora pervading the entire environment.

Why did they even want to come here? I fly off into the distant mountains and merge with the scenery, which feels completely natural. Did I create this inner world? If so, I’m not super impressed. I wasn’t the biggest fan of Kauai when we went there either, not that I hated it. It also wasn’t something I really wanted to do or pay for. Interesting metaphor.

In the next scenario I’m at my job except that it’s this massive fictional facility that’s more like a school. I have absolutely no idea why but I’m exhausted and I just want to crash for a bit, which I find an empty room and do. But then I wake up at a seat in the middle of this full capacity classroom and it’s awkward as fuck. Umm, I’m not in this class and I’ve been sleeping right in the middle of everyone the entire time. Jesus. This is super extra awkward because I want to leave but the professor guy who’s this classic big white haired bald old dude with a booming voice is in the middle of his lecture. Might seem rude if I just got up and left.

I decide to wait but the whole thing makes zero sense. Like they’d start the class with me just sleeping in the middle. As we walk out the professor is flipping me low key shit and I’m all:

“I don’t even work in this division of the company. Like, why didn’t you just wake me up and kick me out?”

One more scenario. Here’s I’m at my crap bedroom in my family’s old place in Ohio. It’s huge in this sitch rather than tiny and these coworkers of mine have shown up. They live pretty far south of the city so I’m kind of surprised that they drove all the way up. The sun is shining through the exaggerated wood paneled study and at least it’s worth the trip I’m thinking to myself. Feels like an excellent place to hang.  

“Hey, you guys are into true crime stuff, right?”

I ask trying to make conversation. They respond in a very strange, sardonic, and subdued way but I can tell that they are. Well that’s something to talk about at least. This is where the dream fades out but now I feel like I have to find a low-key way to bring up true crime stuff with this guy on my team to see if this vision is onto something. I can talk about how my wife is obsessed with true crme stuff and see if he chimes in. Seems pretty easy honestly. Will report back.   

12/20/2025 –

This image of a mushroom cloud except that the mushroom cloud quickly morphs into an orange fire downward facing triangle explosion instead. Almost like an inverted raging orange and yellow fire piece of energy pizza exploding in the sky. Not as cheesy as that sounds though (pun intended). A bad ass looking downward facing mushroom cloud fire energy explosion. Formidable.  

Now I see an image of what looks like a dorm room. I’m told by an unknown male voice I immediately identify as a friend that he invited some ivy league women over and he suspects they were cutting holes in condoms as that’s the type of shit they get into. I feel like he’s saying this because of the consequences of these actions which I only feel in the periphery. It doesn’t feel like that big a deal.   

Next I’m a football player and there’s a sequence where I’m powering up. I get on the field and I am jacking up fools but wait a minute. They’re vanishing into thin air in a retro video game glitch art fade out after I hit them rather than falling to the ground. The field is now empty. That doesn’t seem quite right. It doesn’t seem right at all.  

A blonde couple drives up to the top of a snowy mountain. The scene lingers on the site of them. They’ve gotten outside of the car and they’re on opposite sides of the snowplowed road wearing all black. The road is exaggeratedly wide as if to emphasize the distance between them. They both look very slick and detached. Fashion magazine shit.  

12/21/2025 –

I’m looking at this dark grid of clear concentric circles. Kind of like a spider web but more dark water ripple vibes. Perfectly concentric sound wave worlds spread out to infinity. The precision latticework of the unseen overworld’s hive mind.

Next I’m in this scenario where my schizophrenic brother has died. It’s apparently suicide but I have no idea really. I’m just assuming. This is all happening in an apartment complex where we have multiple apartments. Upon hearing the news, I head to another one that’s not too far away, on a slightly higher level. The whole place’s structure has these blue and gray A frame style and the circular hive mind latticework is all over this shit. The whole sitch is tied to the dark water circles.

We’re in what feels like a hotel room now and my brother appears as I’d guess a 7 or so year old girl with a gaunt face and thick black hair pulled all thee way over to one side. We’re just chatting with him/her all:

“Sorry to lose you man.”

For a while. In fact, I get the vibe this happens several times over several visits before eventually it strikes me:

“Wait. Aren’t you supposed to be dead? How are we talking to you as if you’re a completely different person?”

To which she sort of walks away and vanishes into thin air. Once this happens, I think about whether I’m going to go visit the body. I see it in my mind’s eye. It’ll be in the park for another day and a half before anyone finds it. Given this informational download, I don’t think I will go visit the body. This is about me. It won’t help me.  

I think about leaving the apartment to go to mine and what will ensue. It’s going to be particularly hard on Friday, which is when I always call him. It’s not going to be easy but I can tell in the simulation I’m running in my mind that I’ll be able to handle it. I need to try not to lean into it to the best of my abilities. Christ, I was just talking with him as a pre-tween goth. He’ll be all right and his life was awful. I’d been expecting this day forever and am surprised it took this long honestly. Oh the black spider lattice and it’s mysteries.

In the next dream scenario, it’s my other family and we’re back in our pad in Ohio. There’s a big gathering about to commence and none of this is interesting outside of the transforming house. At one point we go into the living room and there are these 4 large rectangular windows. A couple of people start talking about how it’s big enough to be a church to which I chime in:

“Yeah, I always said we could have small church in here.”

It looks like we could and it keeps morphing. Eventually we have a view of the grassy hill front lawn which is this interactive psi device dispensing otherworldly facts about a hallucinatory Ohio. None of this makes me go lucid but it is fairly excellent. It does not appear to be tied to the lattice.

In the next vision, it’s the dark rapids hive mind energy again. This time it’s emanating forth from this woman with short blonde bangs and chin length chopped hair. She is a musician and I can only see her cropped out of the vision head at the bottom of the reverberatory psi display. This woman is sound.

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