What Plots They Will Conjure

7/31/2025 –

I am with this old sleazy pot dealer of mine and we are looking to party late into the night. We’re driving his cool ass car, which seems like a 70’s Corvette with a split sunroof. It feels like we’re having issues finding people that want to rage this late so eventually we head back to the dorm. There’s gotta be someone there who’s up and wants to party.

We’re sort of surprised that almost no one is except not super-duper surprised because it is pretty goddamn late. We do find one bro up though, who’s this writer I used to work with over a decade ago. Cool guy. We hang out and chat for a bit and I don’t entirely remember what happens but he doesn’t leave to rage with us.

Instead, we’re just back out in the vintage ‘Vette, getting ready to cruise into a new day to through light of the morning sun. In pulling out though, the dude runs into a car and just sort of rolls over it with no consequences whatsoever. I’m incredibly perplexed by this until he does it again.

Yeaaaaah. That doesn’t make any sense. I’m dreaming. I tell him I’m going to start controlling the dream and he doesn’t really believe me but off into the decadent imaginal yellow sunrise the hot car flies. It’s glorious for a few moments but unfortunately doesn’t last.

In the next sitch, I’m having a threesome with this nerdy looking guy with short black hair and square silver rimmed glasses. We’re sleeping with this also nerdy looking woman with chin length curly brown hair. As her clothes come off though, wow. Definitely hits the gym. It’s also a bit weird that I know the guy is a bit shaky about this experience because he somehow knows this is more about me than it is him.

I’m not sure how I know this or why that is, but I feel it and at a certain point she proclaims:

“See? This isn’t that weird.”

He takes her on the bed and is kissing her. I stand there for a second before I surmise that I’m supposed to take up the other end but as I go down on her, her lady parts aren’t quite adding up right. This cunnilingus confusion sends me into a waking state.      

8/1/2025 –

I’m at this very strange bar where there are these side sections and another large towering middle section but it doesn’t seem like there are actually any walls, let alone a ceiling. Just blank white space. Anyway, there’s this woman with slightly spiky chin length hair sitting up high near the bar and I’m setting her up with this lanky guy dressed a little too formally in a funky looking slacker suit. The dude looks like Wyatt Russell with his long blonde hair as he greets her in the section where you head up to the bar.

She greets him there and they walk up and grab barstools right next to each other. Now it gets interesting as the guy starts laying it on super thick in the most peculiar way imaginable. He is a character and he is letting it all hang out. Impossible to explain. He’s like drawling his speech and cutting in at odd intervals. Like something you’d see in a movie but also genuinely strange. Like, I’ve never heard anyone talk this way before weird. I do not know what to think of this. On one hand, he is really going for it but on the other, it’s the sort of thing that’d turn off most women so…I’m not sure if it’s the best move.

My suspicions are confirmed by her initial reactions to his unusual display. She’s definitely confused at first and unsure how to react, buuuut after a couple minutes you can see she’s warming up to it. She’s even starting to mimic his insane mannerisms.

When I see this, I’m crushed. Just utter misery. I’m the one who set this all up because it was the right thing to do. She was into me and it was a diversionary tactic because I’m married. I look up at her in her floral blue sun dress and she’s exquisite. It genuinely is painful. Hard to take. In a move of pathetic desperation, I try to make eye contact from below and across the room. She doesn’t bite and I know deep down I don’t want it to happen anyway. I feel pathetic for even trying in the first place. Why is doing the right thing so fucking hard?

In my next dream, it’s a bit different. Here it seems like I’m at a conference or convention or some type of shit. I’m staying in a hotel and this olive-skinned short woman with thick curly hair just appears in my bed. I can’t cheat on my wife, can I? Wait a minute, she has her own room ten floors down. I probably could get away with. I go for it, but very quickly after I do the scene fades to black.

When I come to, I’m now watching her at her job at the conference, which seems to be ringing up books. I’m watching her from a distance but my perspective magically pans in. I’m happy with myself for choosing an age-appropriate woman. This is what I’m thinking to myself.

The perspective shifts again. Now I’m like a disembodied form of consciousness. I’m watching her grab breakfast with another dude in this diner type place in the conference center with all blue tables. My perspective flies high above them. I feel nothing. This bothers me in no way.

Such an interesting series of dreams that I could interpret in several ways. No good deed goes unpunished would be one interpretation. The wrong thing is sometimes the right thing? Maybe if I would have slept with the blonde girl it wouldn’t have been so painful? If you’re going to cheat, cheat with someone who’s already involved? I don’t know. Lots of ways you could look at this.

In the last vision of the night, I’m basking in an enormous sunrise or sunset.

Hard to tell but I’m thinking sunset. What’s significant is that it’s the incredibly unique futuristic stained glass meets oil painting vibe. Not really like anything I’ve seen before. Futuristic and ancient feeling at the same time. Is there a massive eye in the sky hovering on the lefthand side of the radiating orange hued solar art explosion. Of course there is. The eye in the sky in the floating glass hovering UFO light bulb.

8/2/2025 –

My brother and I are in an empty hotel room and my dad is supposed to come and pick up our stuff later, so we’re arranging it for him. It’s not that much stuff and it’s all streamlined so he can grab it with maximum efficiency.

The next thing I know I’m at this huge party with the wooden dancefloors and such. When I approach my dad (who looks nothing like my dad) he yells:

“I COULD HAVE USED A BUD LIGHT PARTY!!!”

He seems at least semi-pissed and this memory of me hanging out with my grandpa and getting drunk on Bud Light floods into my brain. Oh yeah. That. As he walks away, I can tell he’s not that pissed but I suppose I should have got drunk with him like I did with grandpa (something that never happened in actual life).

When we head out of the party, all of our stuff is in the car. Our dad picked it up just like he said he would.

In the next vision there are two houses and they’re like different dimensions. The group of women in one house goes and grabs this golden circular portal thing and bring it into their house dimension. When they have it, my perspective shifts so I can get a better look. Inside the golden portal, which looks like solidified honey energy, there are a couple of slightly sad looking women. They just look sort of morose. It’s one blonde woman almost dressed like a puritan looking back at another much younger woman. Again, both don’t seem super happy.

Now there are two women communing in what seems like the top floor of an old majestic brick academic building, the top floor being like the 5^th. There’s a blonde and a redhead and it seems like they’re professors or department heads or whatever and they’re looking at the stories this morose golden woman portal has created on their desks. Books are stacked around the portal and they seem to be tweaking the energetic parameters to see what plots they will conjure.

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