Future self adventure and the Lonely Poodle Demiurge

April -ish 2022

I was trying to stage stuff in a room in preparation for a move, in a spare room of my favorite streamers house. I felt guilty, as if I didn’t have explicit permission. I was rearranging stuff to streamline the process and get out of their way as soon as possible. While doing this, I saw someone through a window /sliding door and was spooked. It was ME! I was confused. They were scared. I reassured her (me) it was okay. It was weird because I halfway remembered wondering if someone was there before.
I went with myself to some hippy event, I had been pressured to go, and then stay later than I wanted.

I was invited to create some kind of game thing in conjunction with a tea lounge in the back of the venue. I declined and left with my other “time folded” self. We got into a futuristic hover vehicle and went to go to a highway and attempt to leave town.
It was dark out at the time, in the evening. We were leaving the community, but there was a road block barrier, like a toll plaza structure. I said “I’ll fly over it.”
My other self said “this hovercraft won’t make it over that easily” to which I said, “I’ll punch the gears to Max we clear it”
I put the flying vehicle hover craft into higher gear and gunned it. We just barely cleared the plaza and then quickly dodged under an overpass like structure. As we drove past that the threshold, the lighter out, like dawn.
Reality started to melt and bleed out, in detail like HD, speeding up, we starred, going backward in time
The reality started tumbling in rainbow bismuth fractal chunks across the landscape as buildings unbuilt themselves, cities evaporated as I drove past the hills.

It felt like the hills outside the SF Bay area on the way back home, through Pinole, etc. In springtime.

As we approached Vacaville, I saw Alamo Drive by Meadowlark, and we crashed into one of the homes that had been on the edge of new development by my childhood neighborhood on the 90’s

There in the living room of the house was a woman doing a workout, undisturbed by the crash, being watched by her two poodle dogs. I asked the dogs “where am I going? Where is tue answer to all this? Where does this lead?”

“it’s in the chalice of palace”
“can I see it?”
“no”
“where is it?”
“it’s in the big pink stone”
(This was the dogs simple way of referencing the pink stone fireplace

“why can’t I see it?”
“if you see it, it’ll all be over”

The copper penny colored poodle, the one whom I was addressing, was absolutely distressed and insane. Agitated and had a restless manic energy. I began to realize this dog was an avatar of the gnostic demiurge.
I continued with caution.
“why can’t I see it?”
“because then I’d be all alone.”
“I need a friend”
If everything in this universe ended, the demuurge would be alone, and it was frightened of being alone
He needed someone.
Someone else to exist.
Then I woke up, crying from the sadness of it.

The detail and potency were very 10/10

Forgive the crummy AI photobash, it’s a semi accurate representation of the visual though. ✨️