We Are Absolutely Brainwashing Her

9/11/2025 –

I’m in line at a breakfast buffet. I get up to the egg station and there’s a dude with blonde hair and a blonde beard doling them out. Except like, there’s only enough for half a serving at best. There are really no more eggs? Like, what do you do here if you’re not refilling the eggs?

It’s a standstill and it doesn’t seem like more are coming. I look back to see what else I can grab but it’s gotten super crowded. There are now a ton of people at the buffet and it’s going to be real awkward for me to cut through them to get more food. None of it makes sense either as all these people are like fading in and out of existence. There’s gotta be more eggs, but I turn back around I realize it ain’t happening. I also have some egg residue on my plate. How did that even get there if I haven’t eaten yet? No idea but the egg guy seems to think it’s a bit fishy too.

In the next dream I’m hanging out with the functional family. They’re watching TV while I’m hanging in the opposite room seemingly playing video games. Eventually the functional family’s son sits next to me and he’s like phasing in and out of existence in a surrealist TV static kind of way. I do not remember a word of what he tells me but it for some reason makes me hungry.

I get up and head to the other room to look for food.

Cool, there is a pre-made ham sandwich in the fridge that looks pretty solid. I take it out and start throwing it on a plate for myself when I look in at the fam in their living room watching TV. It doesn’t look like they’re going to eat dinner for a while and like, there was just one ham sandwich in the fridge. Should I really be eating that? This is what I’m thinking as I pull out of the dream.

In a vision I’m looking at this bright color radiating object floating in a black void space background. I get the feeling it’s like a star. A cosmic source of weird energy. Particularly weird because the spherical thing looks like a chewed-up dog toy, except all the chewing has produced a perfectly symmetrical design. But it still kind of looks like bite marks. Precision bite marks. Genuinely an excellent image.

Now I’m shown a council of sci fi superheroes all sitting in a hall of justice style asteroid in the sky. They are all in judgement of the plain brown identically crafted chew toy sphere. Everyone agrees that the thing sucks. It just sucks. They hate it. The hyper-color one’s totes cool though.

Next some very excellent high top black sneakers with like a white Hostess frosting edge line around the ankles and down to the toe. Def original looking. Someone should grab them out of my mind and make them into a waking world thing. 

9/12/2025 –

My recall activates in this situation where I’m hanging outside with a bunch of other peeps including my mom’s ex-boyfriend. He asks me to go back into his school bus and grab something for him and I’m for some reason surprised by this, like it’s an honor. I can’t believe he’s just going to let me head into his school bus unsupervised. Cool.

I head off and when I get in there it’s so weird. I’m supposed to be grabbing this trophy looking thing from right beside the driver’s seat but this just looks like a regular room in a trailer or something. Certainly boxy to be the cabin of a vehicle anyone would drive. I grab the trophy without thinking about it too much then had back into the passenger area, which looks like a typical low rent collegiate living room.

“Ooooh. I always thought they hung out back here and apparently they do way more than I ever realized.”

Then it stops making sense. Isn’t this supposed to be a bus of sorts? Wouldn’t there need to space for the passengers? Wait a minute, he’s a bus driver?

A glowing almost Casper the ghost entity gently grabs onto my left elbow as I contemplate these things.  

After I wake up and get back under, it’s like I’m at the same event as before except that it’s a concert on a grassy field. I’m watching the band play for quite a bit and I’m not really feeling it. It’s not terrible but only my memory of indifference remains. They’re all dressed like nonchalant 90’s slacker dudes. There are several vests among them.

Eventually, I decide to go grab a beer on this elevated wooden porch area. When I get to the bar this blonde bartender dude who looks at least a decent amount like Damon Albarn wants to play this game where I pretend to be an alien and he treats me as such. He wants to banter out in this fashion and I am so confused by this, as one would be. I go along with it for a while but eventually I distance myself from the bar area and as I’m standing there on the party porch I realize that there are actually two bands playing. From here, both of their sets are bleeding into each other. This is obviously confusing and the confusion causes me to snap out of it.  

In the next vision, there is a baby in a stroller in the same chill basement of the school bus from before. The blinds are drawn and the room is dark. The baby’s eyes start glowing red and a message is telepathically implanted in my mind.

“You should move more of your money into your investment accounts.”

I must confess that this is solid advice.

9/13/2025 –

I am getting a medical examination from some large unknown machine. After it’s done the woman with tied back brown hair and bangs administering the test tells me I can handle the next one.

“Sure.”

I think to myself but as I look at the next diagnostic contraption my confidence turns to confusion. It seems to be made up of hundred o thick metal rods and there’s this black rubber type thing in the back. Is that for my head? It would be seemingly impossible come up with a more complicated looking device.

“What the fuck do you mean I can handle this one myself, what the fuck even is this thing?”

She re-iterates that I can administer this test myself and here my consciousness backs outside of myself. You just detach a piece of the metal pipe, then separate off a piece of that pipe, then inject the one piece of the sci fi looking metal pipe into yourself. To her credit, it legit doesn’t seem that complicated and it feels like she was just fucking with me.

Later I’m in a dream scenario where I’m working in what seems like an office building that’s intentionally designed to look like you’re working from home. In a semi-swank way. We’ve all got our own offices here, there are no doors, but each space legit feels fairly spacious and super laid back. That seems to be the premise, a swanky modern office designed to have a feel of working from home.

Anyway, at some point all this porn keeps coming up on my computer and I keep clicking it down. At one point the younger red-haired kind of athletic wear punk woman in the cube/room next to me starts to complain.

“Like, dude. I don’t really care that much but you shouldn’t have that shit up at work?”

Why do I have this shit up at work? It’s very arty now and like there’s an alien virus possessing my computer. Lots of bright retro-graphics and yeah, all these porn pop ups keep coming up on my screen and I can’t close them fast enough.

“Fuuuuuuck. I’ve got a crazy virus. That’s embarrassing.”

I try to troubleshoot the video game like art virus for a while but with no luck. Why was I looking at porn at work? Oh yeah, I wasn’t, the virus was feeding it to me. I reboot my machine and it’s like the infection now comes in even stronger. It’s now like there are hidden hands controlling my machine and there are mild art house horror vibes to it. Well, it’s embarrassing but I mean, this shit happens. I guess I’m out of commission until I can have IT set me up on another workstation. I’ll contact them with Outlook on my cell. I just sort of leave like: nothing I can do until IT gets this sorted out, whenever that is.

I do not go back to the trendy home office, instead I head home and then to this appointment on a high floor of this old architecture type building. It seems very formal, like a court proceeding. I’m here with this other shorter dude with dark curly hair. We’re supposed to present the video game we worked on together but I’m explaining to him that I got the weird alien virus. Motherfucker is not pleased. He is so pissed at me because of the computer virus thing he doesn’t even know what to do. I’m explaining to him that we’re just going to have to ask for an extension and that’s the only option we got. Again, not pleased.

When I get up and back under, now I’m on a vacation with my family at Ocean Shores. The entire point to this dream seems to be that we’re staying at the Ocean Shores Hotel specifically, which is the circular white building with black trim right by the beach. This is one of those sitches where the building looks so much smaller from the outside than it does when you get inside the place. It’s huge and each room has its own pool. Semi-inspired by season 3 of The White Lotus that I just watched. And all I remember is just a bunch of good times in this magick circle of a hotel. Nothing too extravagant.

One thing to note though is this guy I’ve known for a while just happens to be at the same hotel. This doesn’t make any sense either because I get the vibe he’s down on his luck. I wonder about his girlfriend and get the vibe she died. I see him openly saying he can’t really afford to stay here but here he is. At the exact astral hotel that I’m staying at. What’s even stranger here is that for some reason I just never talk to him. I see him on the periphery of things but our paths don’t cross directly and I just don’t make the effort to reach out. No idea why.

Anyway, we eventually leave the phantasmal circular hotel and I think about how very basic the name Ocean Shores Hotel is. Our whole group seemingly just heads to this very large old blue old Victorian VRBO a few blocks away. Once again, we’re all just chillin’ but at a certain point it’s like we all have a meeting to formulate a plan. We do and it involves this elaborate play but of course it’s super surreal because we’re planning this production from like the top of this large building.

The cast is being impossibly hoisted up these enormous descending layers of blue scaffolding and stairs ascending in strange angles.

We’re pulling these characters higher and higher up these phantom stairs and obstacles. It seems joyous and there’s singing. I remember that much. I also remember that the primary plot we were focusing on had to do with hooking up my one cousin with her future husband. Also, we’re brainwashing her. Like, we’re all doing this in the guise that this is a play but it’s really brainwashing. After a while I sort of look around at the other participants.

“We’re brainwashing her right?”

Nobody responds directly but there are winking nods. We are absolutely brainwashing her.  

While we’re finishing up with the overly dramatic brainwashing I realize that holy shit. We have the guy that’s going to sing the big duet number with her. This shit is a done deal. My friend that I never talked to at the hotel. We can all feel it. Yep, that’s predestined. He’s the guy. Now I look back at this scene of him just hanging out by the pool by the Ocean Shores Hotel and there’s something extremely eerie about it. Like, what are the odds that he just happened to end up here at the exact same time I did. I knew there was something a little too convenient about that the second I saw him.  

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