The Tripping Dream Machine at the Psychedelic Yard Sale (02/27/2019)
The atmosphere was overcast but kinda bright. Like overcast colors in dull pastel neon bright.
There was a warm lo-fi breeze. It was beautiful. It was almost like there was a 3 dimensional analog record crackle in the breeze. The breeze was a 3 dimensional analog record crackle. It was like I was playing one of my favorite old worn-out dreams that I never had before in this existence. Yet I’ve played it a million times before in past nows. I’ve never felt so comfortable in any other dream. It was amazing.
So I was in this, I don’t know, it was like a yard sale for art freaks,
But it was also like an office meeting
And I was looking around, plucking sentient details from old wooden junk table gardens.
There were a few of us,
And my high school crush was there.
She had a prominent dominance
And there was this machine kind of off in the corner, but not at all hidden.
It looked like a square glass gum ball machine
But it wasn’t on a pole or anything, it was just sitting on the ground.
It was big enough for people to get inside,
and inside there was this needle on a crane in the center of it
and we would get in and sit around it, and then you would turn it on,
and it was the Tripping Dream Machine.
It would spin your hallucinations into physical manifestations.
They looked like moving, spinning blocks right before your eyes,
They kinda spun like how a plate spinner spins plates,
Like your subconscious was manifesting its emotions and ideas into what looked like children’s wooden blocks spinning on an axis on top of one another. They were all different colors.
You would make it happen automatically but you could also interact with it.
You could put your hand or finger right into one one the spinning blocks
and it would multiply or spin out and disappear through little invisible wormholes and come out somewhere else in the same approximate area.
Kind of like the way something would react in the quantum world, I suppose….
And it was so fucking psychedelic.
We would touch them and they would spin off into nothing and come back somewhere else in the same spot, it was making us laugh like hell. Like we were stoned for the first time on something completely new. Stoned on the experience of a new dimension.
And there was 3 of us in this machine. One of my high school crushes was across from me and someone else was next to me…. and I wanna say it was one of my ex-girlfriends that I loved very much, but I’m not sure.
We were all in this machine and we were all focused on it… Focused on all the spinning blocks that were quantumly reacting at the bottom of this needle on a crane in the center. It felt like all of our combined subconscious energy was manifesting. Combining into different aspects of energy which were materializing and doing different things based on where we were at emotionally while we were in this Tripping Dream Machine. It was like our nervous and sexual and intellectual energy towards each other was physically manifesting right before our eyes into this beautifully psychedelic suspended yet moving sculpture with all of these independent spinning parts. The parts weren’t touching, but they were together at the same time. It was so quantum. The more we focused on it, the more tripping dream blocks we could spin and create and it was fucking awesome. I call it the Tripping Dream Machine but it was like this psychedelic 3D emotion printer. And it printed these oddly shaped wooden blocks. Some were shaped like squares, some circles, some moons, hexagons, all kinds of shapes. Each block was a different color and they spun symmetrically on an axis. Some were stacked spinning 3 blocks high, some 6 blocks high, some 10 bocks high… All randomly in order at the bottom of a needle on a crane. As we sit around poking at it, laughing like hell in this little glass box.
Then, I noticed that my ex-girlfriend was still in the machine next to me, but she was on her side sleeping peacefully. At the same time I realized that, my high school crush and I grabbed each other and started kissing and hugging right in the middle of all the blocks. We became the spinning blocks. We became one with everything in the machine and the needle was simultaneously spinning our subconscious and conscious minds, physically and mentally. The word “hyper-dimensionally” comes to mind. It was some strange combination of energies and it felt so good. Different. Like a new kind of good feeling. I don’t want to say sexual. It was more than sexual. It was psychedelic sexual. Which I can only describe as orgasmic without the dirty aspect. I don’t even think the physicalness of making out was really involved, it was more than that, It was so fucking weird, man. We became the tripping dream machine. We spun pure love in some other dimension. A dimension that can only be reached in dreams or some astral plane.
And then we got out of the machine. We were so…. spinning the craziest tripping blocks ever, that the machine just kinda spun around and broke apart, and….
and we all got out laughing so hard….
We all were like, “That was fucking amazing!” and then here comes Bill with the fucking answering system…. whatever that meant.
Bill from work…. this fucking old guy with a lumpy ass nose
He came over to the psychedelic yard sale for some reason, I guess….
And the Tripping Dream Machine was just broken but we were trying to get in there and fix it again. We were trying to turn it on and it was going around but no one was in it this time and I was like, “see, we can get in there”…. And then my dog Weefer was at the yard sale somewhere…. I could feel her presence, but she wasn’t necessarily Weefer…. I don’t know…
I don’t know what the fuck we were doing….
It was like we were just playing with the universe… in the quantum world….
and all the fun little surreal gadgets the universe has to offer….
And we were doing it in a very etherial type way,
Like we were mixing our emotions with physical aspects and making dream material.
And experimenting with orgasmic mind-bending blocks of multidimensional matter in a hyper-emotional way…. with love….. at a psychedelic yard sale in a neon overcast record crackle breeze. It was fucking awesome.
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