These Eyes Will Always Be Shut to You

1/16/2026 –

I’m in the fictional neighborhood of Greenwood that I’ve invented. We’re out partying, then we take the bus home. The bus through fictional Greenwood rolls on and everything’s normal until we pass this bejeweled sci fi palace mansion. It’s exquisite. It’s also pretty what the fuck because of how it stands out in the midst of all the other houses. A psychic diamond palace mixed in with the middle class set. Weirdly, the neighborhood this is based on does in fact have some shit like this.

But wait, is it just a house? I’m looking again and now it seems like it’s attached to an entire building. It’s like hotel or an office building and what? How am I driving by it again? And again. What is going on here? The more I drive by it, the more I feel like it’s a building rather than a lavish mansion. Cool story.

I get up and when I get back down I’m warped down to a fictional Austin, Texas narrative and immediately from there zapped into this hazy bliss. It’s like I’m riding a tornado of weed smoke into town with some of the boys. It’s got the vibe and feeling of Everybody Wants Some, which is an excellent vibe I must say. Unfortunately, I do not remember anything other than the excellent vibage.

Next it’s the typical shit where I get back to my dorm room and these other very young Asian woman have moved in. Was I supposed to be out already? My brother got all his shit out. Why didn’t he tell me? Anyway, there’s not much left but instead of clearing it out I somehow find myself asleep with an unidentified person. There’s a red wiener dog in bed with us and we’re playing with him as well as snuggle-meditating. Yeah, I think we’re just going to keep doing this bliss for a while.

Now a sequence in this Austin school building place where I’d say 50 or so employees are working. What is going on here? It looks very much like a school but it’s also clearly some sort of corporate office space. But it’s like they just didn’t try and convert it to a corporate office space. It looks mostly like a school from 70 years ago. We just put our business shit right on top of the retro scholastic scene.  

As I’m contemplating this, my mind flies out of the room, through the window and out into the street. I’m contemplating the strangeness as a form of disembodied consciousness. I’m mean, school/work. Pretty obvious but I have a feeling there’s more to it that I’m missing. Waking consciousness ain’t where it’s at kids.  

One more vision. In it, I’m walking through this convenience store on Holman and Greenwood’s parking lot with my dogs. It’s like one of the dog’s harnesses has fallen off and I’m leaning down to put it back on. As I’m doing this, I see a guy in a like dark pink bunny suit walking his bigger dog on the other side of the lot. It seems like a bunny suit to me but I don’t think it has ears. It’s got that bunny suit feel.

Anyway, he comes over to help and I’m all:

“I got it but thanks!”

And I do. There is absolutely no reason for him to help. But he does anyway and I thank him. Thanks dark pink bunny man!!! Of you go. Off into the infinite night!

1/17/2026 –

I went to the top of the Columbia Center today and this colored my visions. Here being at this high a height is being compared to this app interface program. It’s basically just this program that consists of a bunch of symmetrically arranged folders. Folders filled with what look like video files honestly.

I’m shown this over and over for a long as time but I don’t get it. This does not make sense to me. They have to spell it out. Looking down at the city from on high. From a higher dimensional perspective this would be like having the ability to jump into a lot of different people’s inner worlds. That’s what those folders are. You can jump into any of those people’s worlds by mind clicking into them.

This is the roughly equivalent to being high above the city in your world. Your perspective is all weird. Limited. OK. And you know, now that you mention it, it totally makes sense but also, like, why didn’t you just show me that? It does seem like I was gonna put that together, you know? Why would I think a bunch of file folders would represent jumping into minds? You know, I see what they’re saying here now that I’m writing it down. Magick shit.

Then I’m told something about a threat to my dog Zeke. Fuck that shit. Upping my psychic security.

Now couple of dreams. In one I’m of course at college and in like a dorm room sitch. I have a slobbish looking roommate and do I really have to take that class at 2pm? Seems like I can blow it off like I always blow everything off. This dude doesn’t seem worried. I’m going to go back to sleep with Zeke and we get into snuggle meditation trance within a dream territory. It’s kicks.

Later one of my friends is warped between galaxies. We pursue through a mind jump only to find that Captain Janeway was the “kidnapper”. She must be doing this for a reason, but the dream cuts out before I get the explanation. Seems like an epic adventure was bouts to ensue.   

1/18/2026 –

All night this vision of these silver car doors without paint. Metallic barriers lined in a grid. I don’t understand this at all until after a while I’m starting to get that they’re like shields. Protection. In fact, when I was looking at the file folders as if I was on high the previous night, it looked like there was a bunch of video files in them. I see nothing but white space behind the folders with the shield protection on them.

Can’t get into these minds. I grok it and fascinating. It’s a matter of psychic defense. Now in tech metaphors. These thousand eyes are always closed to you. Locked folders. Access denied. Good luck.

Now a vision: I’m looking at Admiral Janeway going down to engineering to update their defenses. There’s one of the silver shield car door things displayed right above the much smaller black trident looking contraption they have been using for protection. She’s going to put the top-of-the-line silver shield into operation and she takes it off the wall reluctantly.

This now shifts to me watching: if this thing is obviously the right move, why is she reluctant to put it into action? Why indeed. Well, it’s a complicated metaphor. There are several episodes of Voyager where Janeway didn’t want to go with the harsher surefire solution to certain problems. In one episode in particular Seven of Nine urges her to just annihilate an issue and she balks. Seven of Nine turns out to be right in that sitch even though it turns out all right anyway. So basically, if Janeway’s willing to go all in, that means it’s necessary.

I was told this security set up wasn’t optimal but again, I got the intuitive vibe it was the right call. This is more confirmation.

Later I’m in this sitch where it’s like I’m in a black car and I’ve found a mid-sized scruffy black dog and it seems like I’m trying to find its owner. Or something like that. I’m like parked in the middle of the street in my old neighborhood in Ohio, when this old school P.I. looking dude keeps trying to get the dog from me.

Then it warps and I’m in like the same place a while later. But it’s the exact same situation. The guy is trying to get the dog and as far as I can tell I’m basically just telling him that if he can’t give me a fucking ID or verify anything about who he is or his story, I’m not going give him the dog. Like, I’m not asking much and you can’t even clear that hurdle, just like you couldn’t last time.

And now I’m remembering that I gave him and his friend another smaller black dog last time.

What happened to that dog exactly? His tan jacketed retro-P.I. friend shows up. Does he know what happened to the dog I gave y’all last time you were here? Now I’m getting mildly worried about that dog honestly but it’s genuinely odd how polite this all is. Like, both myself and these random old school gumshoe dudes are being super charming in our disagreement. It’s strangely polite and upbeat given the fact that we’re both telling ourselves the opposite of what we want to hear.

Then this absolutely enormous guy walks by just up the street with his big black shorthaired pooch. Like, wow, this motherfucker is a goddamn giant and he’s like:

“Are these guys giving you any problems sir?”

And I’m all:

“Well, sort of I guess.”

But then both of the creepshow wannabe gumshoe punks run over to start shit with the living mountain dude and I’m like:

“Why? Why on earth would anyone pick a fight with that guy? What in the absolute fuck?”

And that’s where the dream cuts out. And that’s the nature of my new psychic self defense protocol. Baiting creep motherfuckers into fights they cannot possibly win. Those dudes probably couldn’t see into the right minds to grok the fact that the biggest man in the universe was right about to show up, could they? I’m starting to understand.

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