You've Got to Trust the Wizard

1/7/2025 –

I’m told that where I’m going I will not miss my wife. Also, something about “the last walk”, which is a reference to my childhood dog Rebel. On that walk, a squirrel ran right between his legs and he didn’t even notice. At that point I knew he was ready to die. I’m also told I look old, and worn down. I’m guessing this is internally because externally I look better than ever honestly.  

God, lots of telling me I’m going to die relatively soon shit lately. Weird.

Next a vision of Tori Amos dancing around on a bedded floor in a straight jacket while Cornflake Girl plays.

“This is not real, this is not really happeneh-heng! You bet your life it is.”

It is in fact really happeneh-heng! I am essentially in a chemical straight jacket. It’s infuriating and a problem for the mental health industry because I’m kind of like Bruce Banner. You’re not going to like me when I’m angry.  

1/8/2025 –

I’m looking at like the NBA website where the scores live and instead of scores it’s a bunch of band transactions. Like, this player got traded for this player, etc. So it’s like a score ticker except for musicians switching bands. Weird idea for a website. 

In a dream, we pull up to what feels like a field trip. It’s outdoors and we’re just playing around and exploring. This all feels excellent but I remember very little. Eventually I look up and the top of Mount Ranier is right there. Like, the top of the mountain is right next to us somehow. Things are dripping off of the mountain too and it gets beyond surreal. The sentient mountain dripping with psychic goo is a bit much to take. It’s just so monstrously large in its beauty and too close. I can feel it’s pull and it’s overwhelmingly eerie.

So much so that I slowly walk away. When I do I realize we’re on a park right on an at least semi-urban street. That’s impossible. I look over at the park and it’s like the summit of the mountain has been spliced right into it. Does it make me go lucid? No.

1/9/2025 –

A vision of a baby in a booster seat type thing on the front doorstep of my neighbor’s townhouse next door. Then the number seven comes into my mind (although it’s the word really). I immediately associate this with the show Stranger Things. I’d say I have no idea why but it’s been all over the internet because of the finale. I only watched season 1.

And I’m thinking this was the name of the main character but when I looked it up, her name’s 11. 7 was a minor character that got killed in a psychic kids massacre apparently. It also signals bad luck or a significant event coming in that particular universe. I must say, with the vision of the baby on the doorstep next door I have no clue what to make of this. I barely know them but I hope they’re OK. Or I guess, I hope their future kids will be OK. Are they gonna have a psychic kid? No clue.

Now I’m told that:

“The wizard understands.”

“You’ve got to trust the wizard.”

True dat. I am the motherfucking wizard. I know what’s up.

I’m now told that I’m going to get back on stage with a retrofitted all black outfit. Sounds fun.  

Now a dream where I’m in the front yard of a house on this quaint and tranquil looking block. Very middle class. Nothing fancy but nice. I don’t know what we’re doing in this front yard other than playing with our dogs.

One more thing:

“Hello Admiral Natasha!”

Reinforcements have arrived.

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