There's a Reason We Don't Care Anymore

2/14/2026 –

Just a very boring dream. I’d say a red nightmare but more a red mild anxiety dream. I keep waking up and going dream within a dream but here it’s less cool than it is most times. I’m just slightly uncomfortable with the disorientation. And what’s with the weird red vibes? I don’t know. All I know is that I’m waking up next to my wife who’s sleeping in another bed at the foot of my bed.

At a certain point I walk around a bit and explore. I’m outside the school seemingly having a smoke break or something but as I head back in, I think to myself.

“This used to seem like such a big deal. This reality show. Now we barely even care. It’s just the norm. Our hearts are hardly in it.”

I’m not entirely sure if this is a good or bad thing as I head back into the red energy school. Maybe there’s a solid reason why we don’t care anymore. 

2/15/2026 –

I’m told that:

“This is the most direct means of communication.”

I’m guessing this works on both levels because next I’m told that:

“Most worlds can’t be hacked.”

This tracks. Now I’m told that:

“Your world was the easiest to hack in the conscious multiverse.”

And later:

“Not that it was particularly easy.”

It took 47 years motherfuckers. Also, there’s a double meaning here. I believe trance communication is the most direct way to communicate with certain mediums AND that hacking reality is the most direct way of communicating with backasswards worlds like ours. Dreams are much more fun but definitively harder to read in their metaphorical complexity and materialists ain’t going to wake up unless the psychic freakshow gets cranked up to eleven. That is in fact a direct and fascinating communique.

2/16/2026 –

In a ganj-i-tation vision, I’m walking out of a party into these fancy bathrooms. I walk into a stall and suddenly realize I’m in like a castle turret thing but with slick white and brown tile rather than stone. And there’s no floor. The floor is translucent and I’m just looking down at this columnar stone architecture while wondering why my feet are also translucent. One of those weird situations where I’m lucid but lucid in a vision while wide awake and I’m contemplating how peculiar that is while I’m experiencing it.

Later in a dream I’m combing my hair in the mirror. I manage to get it into a much more upward facing and chunkier part. It’s a good look but could I pull that off in waking life? I do have pretty thick hair. Seems like product was involved.

On down the road another dream. Here some red haired seemingly Latino woman in a hipster Peg Bundy style outfit summons me into the kitchen. I have no clue what’s going on exactly but I’m walking around this square carved out kitchen pathway or whatever. Again with the modern 50’s vibes. There’s this other woman with curly black hair cooking and I’m thinking maybe I should try to flirt with her a bit since I’m here but I read the moment. Nothing even from her, the waves just don’t crash right. The timing’s off. I make zero moves.

Now I’m in like a town hall type sitch and the same woman is sitting next to me. Eventually she gets up and stands on this weird podium when it’s her turn to speak. I’m optimistic at first but then oh good god. Yeah. She sucks and before she even gets to the end, I’m all mocking her:

“Damn immigrants!”

Right before of course, she gets to the part about the damn immigrants. Yep. Yep. This is why you gotta listen to what Christians call the holy spirit. It didn’t feel right and even though I didn’t know why I was out, I was out. Correct answer.

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