Welcome to the Human Race

I'm in an RV and looks as if it's being filmed with some kind of old super 8 camera. And I'm with Mike Patton. He's doing a lot of absurd things while driving. Until we end up going over a cliff. Not dying but indefinitely wrecking the RV.

We end up in a neighbohood below after a ride from an old friends dad and meet people. One happens to be my friend Aeirn. Inside one house seems to be like a laundrymat with Mortal Kombat 2. Getting quarters was weirdly easy with the coin box being broken that it dumped out what was inside. A kid is trying to spray pain his bike. He mouths off at me in the worst way. So I striaghten him out.

Not sure how this started, but I'm rolling up with a friend I've never met in person and a friend of hers. Looks like your proto-typical Hollywood fancy looking dive bar. Maybe a pop-up. In it was live music and drag queens and the whole nine with lights.

Nothing fancy about it when it comes to being eventful for the most part. The bathrooms were interesting though. Men and women's sides with only one stall separating the two. The girls came in to check on me, lord knows why, I wasn't drunk. But, I had to kick them out so I could do my business. And I start, but it's like a water hose of all my frinks and the toilet was like a grate covering a gutter. I wondered how the women were using it. And then all of a sudden, Molly Ringwalk walks in and starts a small conversation with me about it while I'm going. It was awkward.

I then suddenly woke up outside about around the corner and everyone is barely leaving and it's morning. I'm only weaing a button up shirt, that wasn't mine, my boxers and socks. I get let back in to find my clothes, which I don't know where they are, but I find them stacked on a chair. Another lady kind of argues that I'm taking her jacket. Only mine is almost similar. Both 49er jackets. Except her's is leather and mine was one I owned when I was a kid.

I get dressed and leave and find myself driving nowhere. And then after a couple of turns, I'm suddenly walking. I bump into one of my managers and wonders why I'm not going to work, as I quip back that he's in a decent suit also not going. I come across some old Hollywood punkers and we seem to know each other. I go to sit and take a break, only to bump into my parents. Don't know how they knew where I was but said they thought I would need help. I thought nothing of it and we all join the punk kids.

From the get go, Not knowing what's going on. riding down the street in what might be a Tuk Tuk. And other people on the road driving similar carts. But the road is also shared with trains. And we're getting surrounded. Trains are starting to push the carts until we're almost crushed between them.

Suddenly I wake up on an empty bed of of one, dirty and with no shirt and my pants or shorts shreded. I start thinking that running backwards will get back to where I was supposed to go. But in a turn, I fell off and under another train. Luckily I didn't get dissceted. I caught a bar under one of the cars and was dragged for a while before passing by pipes that were shooting out water. Enough to where I let go and couldn't grab another.

I come to in a hotel room that more resembles a business office. Not much idea what's going on, but there's also a bunch of people roaming around. I sit down with a fellow driver, and it's Corey Taylor. We talk about recent drives while theres a video of him playing on the TV and comment that "He's a pretty decent guy", and he laughs out loud before going to bed.

Then I'm suddenly in a truck in like a montage of making delivers to the same spot that requires a special pass each time. I come back to the room which now there's some kind of machine, completely alien, but similar to the dentists xray machines for teeth. And a couple others that seem to control the entire room. There was something I accidently switched and tried to figure it out again. And eventually did after numerous follies.

I went out side because I was beckoned by people I know that were there and there was a giant picture being taken. I was in front because I just wanted to lay down.

Before I knew it, I was being sent out on another delivery at night, and it's raining. I get my pass and start my drive. At some point, planks of wood that resemble the cutting boards at my job appeared next to me, and lanes are closed, that I have to react. Except I'm stepping on the accellerator and picking up speed. The second I get a handle on the situation, I begin to hydroplane. I get through two curves effortlessly, but I'm still sliding towards the edge of the roadway. I fly off the side after impact, andthe truck, doesn't hit anything going between poles and road signs, and land. I more or less come skdding in to my stop and with the help of an elder gentlman, helps me with the delivery. He says something, except inaudible.

[If I'm using this old thing as my dream log again, I should put everything I can remember in it. Including those that are based off memories. I've had them hundreds of times, and they should go here too]

I saw you stranded. Another flight to come home delayed or something, but you were stuck for a while. And there was voodoo stuff and effigies related to voodoo there. Just the memories of the only two places I know you've flown to while I was around.

We were standing outside, talking, place looked vastly different. Everything around us was a dark purple haze, and the only thing noticable was the big tree, sidewalk, lawn, and house that right down the block. You were in a version of your alien outfit that you were going to wear for the big event. Only you had a devil/demon tail and were wearing cargo shorts. I know the memory of the outfit. But, down the street and wearing cargo shorts? The street doesn't matter, but I don't think I ever remember you waearing cargo shorts

That cool night out at that one spot with all the pretty lights. You looked gorgeous that night. And looked even more alluring this dream around. Only difference was, the animatronic dragons were singing as it they were real. I can't make out what they were singing. They sound familiar, but can't place them. Yeah, based on the last night we really had out.

I still see the one that played off the video game I played where a murderer had us dead to rights and ready to be tortured and killed. Except somehow, you managed to figure out a way to outsmart him and eliminate him so we can escape. I was so weak already from whatever I had endured, and you were able to find the strength to hold me up and lead me out. You're an angel. You're Mother Theresa. You're Elvis.

I've recieved two roses over recent weeks. Not sure they mean anything. But, the one I had that was just us giving each other flowers for different occasions. Really not sure what was going on in that one.

I saw us go some place we had planned. It was dark and there was a lot of fire. I'm sure I know the place, I just don't want to say it. Except it is that time of year where they're going to be everywhere. It was a night I wanted to share with you. This dream will be all I have.

I'm driving through your typical city landscape. Parks and buildings and such. End up at a concert. It's indoor and I'm on the seats to the right of the stage. A screen is up and plays something with Busta Rhymes. Not exactly a music video either.

I'm on my seat and leaning against a rail on a pillow. Guy behind me has a pillow too and drops it. But, he's too lazy to go and grab it. It's only like a 5 foot drop or walk down the isle and around. I decided to go get a beer, and catch him using my pillow. So I hand him his off the floor cuz I want my damn pillow. He agressively claps my hand in appreciation, but makes me drop my beer. I grab my pillow and leave. No idea who ever went on stage.

I walk out and around the corner to a small venue. Seems I know who's playing because I walk straight back to the green room. Room reminds me of a couple old clubs I have been to. Just nothing but concete and the lone bathrrom with a few chairs and a table.

On stage the band is getting ready, but they're playing and tuning the instruments that decorate the wall of the stage. I walk over to the bar and in a flash, I'm outside. It's barely lit, but I know why I'm here.

I'm at a gas station, nothing more thana to get gas and some water. When a couple of men roll up and go in the station, they come out and wordsd are exchanged. One pulls out a knife and threatens me. I decide to pull mine out and we then have a knife fight and his friend tried to step in. After some slashes to me and what didn't really hurt, I cut him more and stab his friend. They finally give up and run.

I then find my way to a fast food spot, I have friends there who ask I'm I'm ok, but arent panicking. I examine my wounds in a bathroom mirror, and they aren't very bad. As if the other guys knife with dull. No bleeding, but the skin has been defenitely split. Aside from my arm and an ominious one across a wrist, the worst one was one that wrapped around from mychest to my back.

It's a sunny day. And it looks like I'm on an island. I walk into the building with my guitar and head to the gren room. In which I find out I don't need to be there as the band has their own spot. A candy shop or something with a neon sign of the ban'ds name in one of the windows. It's my first gig with band after being offered a spot as a second guitar player. We spend the day warming up and practicing different parts of songs so I remember what I'm doing and make some sales for the show.

Beach with a ninja outside a fortress to help who was inside makes an encounter and a threat worth a hundred billion caps. And it soon rains caps after the fortress closes and he scales the wall.

Inside , clones of Corey Taylor discuss something in a means to escape and spout of things that'll help in lower levels using the names from different scriptures.

You were lying against me, your back to my chest with our legs spread.

I kissed your neck and shoulders as you guided my hands across your body from your face to your knees and back again. Your hands moved mine where you wanted to be touched, caressed and rubbed.

We occasionally kissed for extending periods of time or just a simple peck.

The last couple of night I’ve ventured in astral projection.

It’s scary most of the time because I can’t control it. Though when I do, they can be peaceful and exciting.

I’ve almost never been in the same place twice from what I can recall. And this semt very different.

The other night once I realized I was on the astral realm I grabbed my bag and walked out my door. I don’t rightfully know what I have in my bag but I do usually have it.

I only walked around the next block over and I saw something I had never seen before. A place that looked like a day spa I guess.I walked in and it was very serene and lit up with day light. And I was welcomed but, someone or something. Definitely humanoid. More human at least. Couldn’t see a face clearly, like one of those censored faces blurred over and with a female-ish voice that was soothing and comforting and reassuring.

As we walked around the we talked and I can’t recall too much of the conversation. One area was called a ‘volcanoe’. It’s where negative engery was displaced so it can be released. It look like a hill of rocky waste that was steaming as if it were on fire with no flames. Maybe super heated.

We continued on and came across a patio or proch area with a sign hanging and it said “Roosevelt Hotel”. I was confused and asked why it was called “Roosevelt Hotel”. In which they replied that it was “what ever I wanted it to be”. With that they led me to a room and offered me to stay. And I don’t remember taking the offer, but, I did.

Last night, when I went to sleep, I woke up in a bed there. Odd thing though, was that there were stuffed plushies of Fice Nights at Freddy’s characters next to me. Fred Bear, Funtime Foxy and Bonnie. There was an ‘attendant’ there, also humanoid with the blurry face,only with a male voice, that came in the check on me becuase they knew I had woken. On the side of the bed was a mix of different sized plushies of the other characters on the floor. I asked where they came from. The ‘attendant’ replied with: “They’re new from something new”. I tried to ask what they meant. Though I don’t recall a reply.

I got up and walked around and was walking by rooms, that all had windows of others that were enjoying themselves and looked at peace. I felt these beings were smileing at me as they acknowledged me. 

I eventually found a garden with plants and assorted flora that semt familiar, though I can’t tell if I has seen any of them before. As if venturing through a nursery for the first time. As if color pallates were swapped on them or different hues to their original colors. There were benches to sit on and a foundtain that was flowing with a maybe golden pastel color, maybe a little more milky, and scentless. I think it was scentless, but, I’ve never tried smelling anything on the astral plane. It might be possible?

I’m scared to sleep tonight. I’m not sure if I’ll be there. Not sure I’ll even project. Or I’ll end up somewhere else that’s dangerous. Because that’s happened before and it isn’t comforting waking up with scratches and/or bruises not knowing where they came from. Especially when some of them are in patterns of 3 fingers; 2 fingers and a thumb.