Wetiko Killer

3/19/2026 –

A glowing solar portal from the higher realms opens above my soul space Dr. Strange style. This seems significant. I mean, I can really feel it and when I pull out of it I remember little other than the number:

125121212

I realize that there was an entity in the portal represented by a younger coworker but I have no idea what this means.

“AR Codes”

I’m told. I’m on it. 

At some point I’m also told to delete my Facebook. Not the worst idea and I don’t think it’s entirely necessary but again, not the worst idea.

3/20/2023 –

First I’m told that we’re:

“Mosquitoes.”

Sucking that oil out of the dirt. This entirely tracks and it’s not the first time it’s come up.

In a dream I’m leaving a party in the deep of night with this voluptuous woman. I know very little about how she looks other than that she’s deliciously voluptuous. She wants to head down to the beach and we do, laying down next to each other in the sand on beach towels. As we listen to the glorious waves in the dark in a meditative trance, it’s becoming clear she’s wanting this to get erotic. I maybe should have seen that’s where this was going but I didn’t and I’m not sure how I feel about it now that I know.

That thing where I remember that I have a wife keeps creeping in. We seem to be merging together spiritually for a while but I shut it down. We get up and leave the beach and I’m confused. I need to get back home but won’t my wife be a bit concerned with my behavior? I do have to work tomorrow and that’s the big issue.

I get home in the still dark morning. I have to log into work in a few hours. My wife seems to give zero shits about the sitch and I sit down on the couch. The nice thicc lady gave me some gifts. I look at the first one and am initially annoyed. God, it’s like some self-help bullshit. Not getting with her was clearly the right move but wait a minute. It’s actually like a parody book with all these Post-It notes mocking self-help bullshit. It’s like a book of memes honestly, in fact, that’s exactly what it is: a book of memes. I get to stick around long enough to see what the other gift was. 

Much later I’m at the functional family’s pad, hanging in the morning sun, talking to the functional son, when the functional mom walks in. She’s talking about how she re-arranged the yard and how happy she is with how streamlined it is and fuck. I have not looked at this and I immediately feel insensitive but I wait until she turns her back and take a peek out the windows.

Cool. Streamlined AF and there are these vintage cars proudly displayed. Purely fictional cars I’ve never seen before honestly and kind of cutesy for my taste but hey, everybody’s got their thing. This is exactly what I’m thinking. Everyone’s got their thing. I tell her I like how streamlined it is because that’s pretty much what she told me she was the most proud of. Fantastic recovery if I must say so myself.

In a vision at some point I’m talking about how amazing XTRMNTR is. Yes. Yes it is. Swastika Eyes. More timely now than ever!!! Absolute godhead classic!!!

While meditating later I’m told to go to the beach straight up but when I wake up this doesn’t seem like the greatest idea. It’s super windy and the forecast ain’t great. Why the fuck not though, it’s been a while. As it turns out, the tide was low, which opens up the north stretch to Carkeek Park. That’s the money walk and I didn’t look at the chart. Then the sun came out. There was no wind.

Also, this weird religious service where these people kept going out in the freezing water fully dressed, while a group collectively sang celebratory tunes up on the beach. The one dude was out there for quite a while and these other bros kept coming out to embrace individually, then in a group of three. I’m guessing it was a baptism but no idea. I’ve legit never seen anything like it before and gave up wondering how long the one dude was gonna stand tall in the icy waters. Zero flinching detected. Singing solemnly while people freeze. It’s a thing apparently. Religions be weird like that.

3/22/2026 –

In the first vision there’s this group of people on the street in sort of a circle, mostly wearing tan suit jackets and mostly women. In unison, they proclaim:

“Tommy is everything.”

Then after a stealthful pause, this pretty blonde woman with chin length thick curly hair standing just outside their circle but still a part of it chimes in:

“Tommy is nothing.”

And I have no idea if this is part of the bit or if she just said something legitimately offensive. I still don’t. I do know that sometimes I feel like a deaf dumb and blind kid who sure plays a mean pinball though. It do be like that.

On that front, I’m also told to stop talking shit about myself for a bit.

I’m also told that dreams are particularly important in Asian cultures. This checks out and is indeed helpful information for a project I’m working on.

And a vision where I’m going to help these 12 churches and to do this, I start entering this townhouse that’s a bit swankier than mine. Lots of jagged wooden interior design and I feel like a vampire. I’m wearing all black but I don’t actually know why I feel like a vampire. I am legitimately confused by it. Imma help these churches though.

Also a vision where these people who seem to be friends are making fun of me for my beard maintenance. I could probably up that to twice a week now that they’re mentioning it.

Later a brief vision where I’m hanging out with my brother and he starts giving me shit for smoking pot and talking about how it fucks with my memory and I’m like:

“What the fuck?”

For one, my brother is the biggest stoner in the universe and secondly, I don’t have memory issues. My memory is often freakishly good in a way honestly. Then I realize my brother looks just like this one YouTuber I watch and that guy is annoyingly anti-weed, although admittedly he has a point about the high potency stuff.

Down the road I’m told of a fan favorite. I feel it and I see this lineup of heroes. It’s like Spiderman is waiting in line at the DMV and his spider sense flashes and he jumps out of the way of this one woman. I don’t even know what the result of this is, but he makes the right move and alters the plot accordingly. This is me. I’ve got the spidey sense and that’s what they’ve been working on. Discipline.

I’m also told of a particular street to walk down and in doing so with the dogs later in the morning not only end up walking down a dead end street I’ve never been down before but also do get to the street in question and find a book called Saint the Terrifying. I feel like that’s what I’m going for. An absolutely horrifying ground angel Wetiko killer.

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