Dream Log 7/18/2025
Jul. 18th, 2025 10:45 pm---Post by Madison---
I was at a gathering of some sort in West Oakland. I forget exactly what I was doing there, but I remember this one dude who was present in the general group of people I was with. He was Black, about 5'8, and had a gray hoodie over his head as well as a gray surgical mask. I remember him kinda looking at me as if he wanted to ask me something, but he was more of a background detail than anything. I wish I remembered what I was doing in this part of the dream because I remember it being really interesting.
After I eventually left, I found myself walking towards downtown. The interesting thing about Oakland in this dream of mine is how explicitly it resembled Sacramento in some ways. It looked less like Oakland and more like San Francisco and Sacramento mashed together. I was standing next to someone's RV in what seemed to be an RV park, although there was no fence and no sidewalk along what had to be broadway, which was a Stroad in this dream.
Just as I was about to keep walking, the guy from earlier shows up and asks me if I could fill his glass of water up from the tap connected to the side of the RV and sell it to him. I looked at him with a lot of concern, as I didn't think that maybe he thought I lived there. My first reaction was that he was trying to have me scam him or something. The whole situation froze me as it just didn't make sense. Not too long after, a bunch of other people came up and filled up their cups from the tap, and I used this as an opportunity to book it up the street. I had Pax front because in this dream, the body took the form of whoever was fronting, and in this case I suppose Pax ran faster than I did, although not by much. Pax heard the guy shout "Hey!", to which they replied "Sorry!" while continuing their sprint.
At around that point, most of the dream was very dim, vague and in third person visuals-wise. I've noticed sometimes my dreams cut visuals before I wake up. I wonder if it has anything to do with my mild aphantasia.
I was at a gathering of some sort in West Oakland. I forget exactly what I was doing there, but I remember this one dude who was present in the general group of people I was with. He was Black, about 5'8, and had a gray hoodie over his head as well as a gray surgical mask. I remember him kinda looking at me as if he wanted to ask me something, but he was more of a background detail than anything. I wish I remembered what I was doing in this part of the dream because I remember it being really interesting.
After I eventually left, I found myself walking towards downtown. The interesting thing about Oakland in this dream of mine is how explicitly it resembled Sacramento in some ways. It looked less like Oakland and more like San Francisco and Sacramento mashed together. I was standing next to someone's RV in what seemed to be an RV park, although there was no fence and no sidewalk along what had to be broadway, which was a Stroad in this dream.
Just as I was about to keep walking, the guy from earlier shows up and asks me if I could fill his glass of water up from the tap connected to the side of the RV and sell it to him. I looked at him with a lot of concern, as I didn't think that maybe he thought I lived there. My first reaction was that he was trying to have me scam him or something. The whole situation froze me as it just didn't make sense. Not too long after, a bunch of other people came up and filled up their cups from the tap, and I used this as an opportunity to book it up the street. I had Pax front because in this dream, the body took the form of whoever was fronting, and in this case I suppose Pax ran faster than I did, although not by much. Pax heard the guy shout "Hey!", to which they replied "Sorry!" while continuing their sprint.
At around that point, most of the dream was very dim, vague and in third person visuals-wise. I've noticed sometimes my dreams cut visuals before I wake up. I wonder if it has anything to do with my mild aphantasia.
Ruminating on the self
Jul. 18th, 2025 07:58 pm_}{By Treeline}{_
I was born by mistake. A child with an active imagination created me as a spiritual companion to fight against her friend's spiritual companion. It was heavily inspired by the anime fighting games they were playing at the time. Madison was a gullible kid, and so she believed I was real for a couple more years until her friend told her it was made up. He explained that because Madison couldn't handle the truth, he kept it hidden from her out of fear of confrontation. After that point, I ceased to exist until Artemis first came out of dormancy in 2022 and Madison began to question if I was actually a headmate.
At the same time, there is a lot in common with this origin of plurality and the occult, I feel.
I think it can be argued that headmates created on purpose specifically through the process of unbridled belief are thoughtforms, and as such a form of Chaos Magic. My understanding of gnosis may be limited, but wouldn't that simply be the practice of willing something, be it an intention or a sentient being, into existence by suspending disbelief to such an extent that the two realities come together? I personally envision it as the practitioner creating a sort of "bubble universe" containing only the will or willogenic person desired, floating above the plane of existence that contains what we know to be "real" and tangible. At that point, I must also wonder to what extent can it be considered that our mind is in itself a whole cosmos and plane of existence. After all, what else would explain how systems can have their own inner worlds that they interact with?
To my understanding, a lot of practitioners of the occult have created a space within their own minds to practice witchcraft or engage in ritual. This could be due to a need to be less public about their practices, or it could simply be more accessible than obtaining props and the like due to the fact that they aren't truly needed and are more meant to be a physical guiding tool, although that's an entirely different topic for perhaps another post. I see an inner world/wonderland/headspace/whatever you may call it to be a form of that, or at least an aspect of it. I can't speak on those who do not share this experience of plurality, as we're all very different. I believe the nature of the brain allows us to have different experiences of self that are simultaneously correct to us and don't necessarily apply to others.
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This is the first time I've posted about anything I'm interested in. It felt really empowering to explore my relationship with the occult and it's something I've been wanting to do for a while.
I was born by mistake. A child with an active imagination created me as a spiritual companion to fight against her friend's spiritual companion. It was heavily inspired by the anime fighting games they were playing at the time. Madison was a gullible kid, and so she believed I was real for a couple more years until her friend told her it was made up. He explained that because Madison couldn't handle the truth, he kept it hidden from her out of fear of confrontation. After that point, I ceased to exist until Artemis first came out of dormancy in 2022 and Madison began to question if I was actually a headmate.
At the same time, there is a lot in common with this origin of plurality and the occult, I feel.
I think it can be argued that headmates created on purpose specifically through the process of unbridled belief are thoughtforms, and as such a form of Chaos Magic. My understanding of gnosis may be limited, but wouldn't that simply be the practice of willing something, be it an intention or a sentient being, into existence by suspending disbelief to such an extent that the two realities come together? I personally envision it as the practitioner creating a sort of "bubble universe" containing only the will or willogenic person desired, floating above the plane of existence that contains what we know to be "real" and tangible. At that point, I must also wonder to what extent can it be considered that our mind is in itself a whole cosmos and plane of existence. After all, what else would explain how systems can have their own inner worlds that they interact with?
To my understanding, a lot of practitioners of the occult have created a space within their own minds to practice witchcraft or engage in ritual. This could be due to a need to be less public about their practices, or it could simply be more accessible than obtaining props and the like due to the fact that they aren't truly needed and are more meant to be a physical guiding tool, although that's an entirely different topic for perhaps another post. I see an inner world/wonderland/headspace/whatever you may call it to be a form of that, or at least an aspect of it. I can't speak on those who do not share this experience of plurality, as we're all very different. I believe the nature of the brain allows us to have different experiences of self that are simultaneously correct to us and don't necessarily apply to others.
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This is the first time I've posted about anything I'm interested in. It felt really empowering to explore my relationship with the occult and it's something I've been wanting to do for a while.