Background: Back when I was drinking hard, my roommate (also referred to as the friend) at the time (who at this point in time has racked up four OUIs) and I went out on a Sunday to grab some beers and come back to watch
The Wire. As we were in the car about to leave after picking up the stouts, a person wearing a ragged shirt and cut off jean shorts came up to the vehicle, tapped my friend on the arm, and asked him something. My friend replied "I don't know, I'm not the one driving." I asked what he had said, and he asked for a ride. I said sure, why not, I felt comfortable with the situation and allowed him in the vehicle. We drove down the road, and I dropped him off about a mile down the road, while keeping the conversation focused on something innocuous such as his favorite radio station. He gave me a smile, left, although my friend did not seem to be too enthralled by the passenger, we went back to drink until we passed out.
A few nights later, I saw a gentleman dressed up wearing a white shirt, dress pants and shoes, walking down the street holding a book that I took to be The Bible. He appeared religious, and upon approaching I realized that it was the same guy I gave a ride to just a few days before. "Weird," I thought, "once looking so ragged and now suddenly so dapper... well, maybe he found Jesus, good for him" and I passed it off as just another one of those things. A few weeks later, I was at a local watering hole with same friend, and I saw this guy again at the end of the bar, not drinking, no one around him, just smiling and staring at me, religious book, dressed up, hair combed over. I tapped my friend on the shoulder, but he became deeply engaged in some conversation with another and wouldn't give me the light of day. This guy at the end of the bar was still staring at me with the same smile. I approached him, as he was dressed in his Sunday best, and said "I think I know you!" He just smiled and shook his head and said "no, you don't" ... and just stood there smiling at me. So eventually I went back to ask my friend if he saw this gentleman, and by the time I got my friend's attention, I pointed to the space where the guy was, and he was gone.
A few weeks later, I saw someone walking down the road wearing army fatigues with short cut hair, and as I got closer I realized it was the same guy, with the same smile. He seemed aware I was looking at him even though we didn't make eye contact, if that makes any sense. Keep in mind these sightings are in a small town, so it's not too unlikely, although the manner of dress seemed weird, it's just another weird thing in a small town I can usually shrug off.
I eventually met some dark days with this drinking friend (involving him drinking himself to a point where I came out of my bedroom and found him so intoxicated he was naked "speaking" in deep guttural utterances and upon seeing me, crawled on the floor to the bathroom faster than I've ever seen a human crawl, reminding me of videos I had seen of feral children as a kid. Yikes.) and we parted ways on bad terms. About a year and a half later, I had a terrible experience while drunk that really shook me to my core. This set off a chain of events where I tried to make amends with past friends, and the aforementioned friend was invited to my place in the new location. This new location is closer and a little bigger. As we are standing in line in a sandwich shop, a person comes in. It's that original homeless guy. He just looks at me again, smiling, and asks me for some money. I say I don't have any, and he just stares, smiling, and walks out. I begin to talk to my friend thinking that I may have some problem, and my friend reassured me that he saw him too so I wasn't hallucinating. Strange, I thought, I would see that dude again in this new location the first time I have seen my old friend in a year. It takes me a couple shoulder rolls, but I eventually shrug it off as one of those things.
Fast forward another year and a half. I am now in another place entirely. This just happened yesterday, as I came back from a weekend where my friends got really drunk and had a lot of ego flares and just not a fun time for myself as a sober person. As I walk back to my new apartment, a guy is standing by the entrance to my building, wearing blue pants and a blue shirt like you would see from a person who has spent time in a psych ward. I think he looks familiar, but he just walks away. I start talking to the maintenance dude here and I asked who he was, but he said just someone who stopped to smoke a cig. I continue conversation with the maintenance guy and the man dressed in blue scrubs walks by, again, looking at me, smiling. It's him.
Again! The same guy. With the smile!
The thing about this guy is... the smile he gives, it's a smile like he knows something, and when he makes eye contact with me, it's like he can see everything about me. I know it's different with him because I make eye contact with just about everyone I can, and in so doing I have become pretty adept at seeing subtleties, but this guy is off my books, I have no idea what is going on. I can't figure this one out. I guess I'm looking for general consensus here, coincidence? Or has it gotten to the point of okay... maybe something's up.
In other news, I was reliving the music of the duo in the
entropy post I had made, and their DJ, DJ Quandary, came out with an album called
Sigils, and his first song had this quote:
"Some thoughts have a certain sound, that being the equivalent to a form. Through sound and motion, you will be able to paralyze nerves, shatter bones, set fires, suffocate an enemy or burst his organs. We will kill until no Harkonnen breathes Arakeen air."
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"It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of Sapho that thoughts acquire speed, the lips acquire stains, stains become a warning. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion."
Intrigued, I looked up the quotes and found it was for a movie called Dune. I then saw another quote which coincided with a member of this forum, actually specifically a moderator [a square is a rectangle but a rectangle isn't a square
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], who's signature has the quote "Fear is the mind killer", from the same movie. I just watched it, I think I now understand where the term 'spice' comes from, although I don't want to jump to any conclusions. I have believed this substance was able to bend space time before I watched the movie, so I enjoyed the concept put forth in this film.
I just wanted to let you know how I found out about this forum. I had just gone through my alcoholic years, a week stint in a psychiatric ward (because I told people I had lost my fear to kill myself, and I knew I was a soul in a body so I was not afraid to permanently leave as I was not enjoying existing around other dense humans), and was going through alcohol withdrawal for two months, terrible dreams, a living death during the day, no energy anywhere to be found, a living hell. I eventually found kava because kavalactones seemed to be a good substitute for GABA receptor 'tickling'. It worked well, and after joining their forum for a month I decided to do a group chat. That night DMT nexus chat members 'infiltrated' (for lack of a better word
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) the forum and set up a sub forum there. I wondered what the heck the Nexus was, and then upon searching I thought it strange that the first night I join kava forum the Nexians arrive, although just another wacky coincidence. The kava forum didn't like it too much but the thing they were most angry about is some Nexians were talking about buying/selling kratom on their forum. Either way, I no longer am part of that forum due to some information from posters not matching up with what they originally said, which puts me at a state of dis-ease.
Where am I going from here? Another quote from Dr. Quandary album is this: "Do you know where dreams come from?" continuing, "Acetylcholine neurons fire high voltage impulses into the forebrain. These impulses become pictures, the pictures become dreams but ... no one knows why we choose these particular pictures".
Intrigued, I searched the above and found a
google books excerpt from a book The Philosophy of David Lynch written by none other than.. David Lynch, the director of Dune. In this book, the following is found after that quote --> ( season 1, episode 3: "Rest in Pain" ). Googling this phrase, I have found it to be taken from an American mystery television series named
"Twin Peaks". I'll watch it and let you know what's good there.
I, I'm not looking for anything this time. If you want to type something, just let it flow. I'm maxing out here, I think its time for a walk!