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Lone Star State (Expansion Pack v.2.0.4)

The Thoughts, nay, Feelings of Chip Brewsky Following his Unwitting Exposure to Lysergic Acid Diethylamide

So, here’s a dream from Chip’s distant past, again one that he’d date at as happening for the first time at around the age of 11 or 12 years old, and one that he had classes as a series dream because of the fact that it occurred on more than two occasions, he’d have it down as five or six times but I suppose these things are difficult to pinpoint with nay any real accuracy, and given that the but anyway, on with the dream, which is more than a touchy subject for Chip, oddly, due in no small part to the subject matter involved in the dream, as it were, really a kind of strange dream for a kid to be having at nay any age, let alone a kid not even in his teenage years and way too young, one would imagine, to even be thinking of such things, but obviously, that’s not the case or we wouldn’t even be here right now almost, in fact, discussing said dream.


So, the dream, the weird touchy one: Chip is air borne, floating ‘kite-like,’ is how he’d describe it, a kind of rhythmic dance, at very slow speed, looking down on the happenings below; and the happenings below are the events of ‘grown-up’ Chip’s funeral, Chip at whatever age he’d hae have to be to have a grown woman, dressed in black, with a veil over her face, he can still in fact picture that woman today in extraordinarily fine detail, and children grieving by the side of the woman, Chip’s children of course, and around them are a number of family mebers members, none of whom are/were actually representative of Chip’s actual family, and other people walk towards the grave until the whole scene hole within which Chip’s coffin has been lowered, is surrounded on all sides, and there’s a stillness to the scene, there’s grief, obviously, but it’s not mawkish grief (recently, this has become Chip’s fasvourite favourite word: mawkish), and the light is an odd colour of daylight, it’s light but also dim somehow, not quite dusk-ish in tone but certainly not ordinary run-of-the-mill daylight, and Chip, while all this is going on, is not even the least bit sad, or anything you’d expect to feel whilst viewing your own funeral taking place, there’s even an odd feeling of being content, yes, content, that about sums up the feeling Chip remembers from all those years ago, and Chip, having never married met anyone he’d like to spend the rest of his life with, apart from Dale of course, but that’s a real friendship with no other feelings other than pure love, often wonders whether he’ll ever meet the woman he remembers so clearly.

So Chip’s concern with this dream, post LSD-25 and all, is whether the dream can be said to have any premonition qualities about it (is she the woman of his dreams – the woman he will eventually meet and be with), or is the dream an echo, ripple, thing from another lived experience (multiverse stuff again), or is it just what brains do when people are asleep; but that being said, why would a boy of his age have a dream, on more than a several occasions, about such a subject matter, and before we get into the realm of pop-psychology, no, Chip was never abused, he had what he considers to be a relatively ‘normal,’ mostly uneventful upbringing, with no major trauma, skeletons-in-the-closet or anything, so what’s up with that?

Lone Star State (Expansion Pack v.2.0.3)

The Thoughts, nay, Feelings of Chip Brewsky Following his Unwitting Exposure to Lysergic Acid Diethylamide

So, what if dreams are indeed a portal/wormhole/sciency-abstract-noun-thing, a kind of internal and external experience at the same time, in a paradoxy-way, and not just a random series of a things the brain conjures up during the so-called REM phase, and considering how short the REM cycle is supposed to last, how do dreams manage to pack in so much detail, depth, and profundity into such a small amount of time, and can dreams be thought of in the sam same context as imagination (daydreams), because if they can, which Chip is a notion that with which Chip would concur, then there must be some sort of cross-correlation between the state of ‘consciousness’ and ‘unconsciousness,’ where the two are not so separate and distinct after all, which is kind of a nice thought because it gives a person a little more agency whrn when considering those moments of ‘unconsciousness’ – like sleep, comas, and things like that.


So, with that fr firmly positioned, what of the other factor raised in that previous paragraph, like the whole notion/theory of ‘time’ – another one of those things that we all think we know what it is, but that when a person actually stops and thinks about it in some depth there becomes a it opens up the possibility for of some very disturbing possibilities for thought, if that makes any sense whatsoever, which thinking about it it may not, because we’re in a phase where time is supposed to be this linear, relaible reliable constant that has been tamed sufficiently that we can walk around with it (time) on our wrists, or even hang it (time) from our walls, but that if we consider what those creators of crazy-fiction (scientists, mostly of a theoretical leaning) come up with every few years (string theory, big-bang theory, multiverse theory, universe-shaped-like-an-out-of-shape-football-theory (and are they talking American football or the sort of football that everyone else recognises as a football?), and so on…) then how can we possibly ever consider time to be linear, straightforward, and simple, – pretty much, we can’t – and if it’s the case that time has to be problematised in a most serious and fundamental way, then could we consider time as acting/behaving/whatever-it-is-that-time-is-doing in a way that is not so constant, depending on whethetr whether we are in fact in a state of ‘consciousness,’ or ‘unconsciousness?’

Lone Star State (Expansion Pack v.2.0.2 Critical Update)

The Thoughts, nay, Feelings of Chip Brewsky Following his Unwitting Exposure to Lysergic Acid Diethylamide

So, in trying to clear things up before with a general summing up of the term, ‘assimilated-propaganda,’ which hadn’y hadn’t been properly expalined explained, hence the ‘critical update,’ it seems that another term/s used in that summing up hasn’t been explained either, and that’s just kind of annoying from a grener general house-keeping an orderly perspective, and in fact, the term/s used in the ‘critical update’ needn’t have been used at all, potentially saving us from another ‘critical update,’ but it was so we’ve just got to suck it up, so to speak; and of course here we are referring to the use of ‘free’ and ‘unfree,’ a term/s probably viewed in most circles as being a thing/s that are b not really in needing of any sort of explanation as it/they are so widely understood, except for the fact that ‘freedom’ and its opposing force, ‘unfreedom,’ is/are relatively simple sounding words that possess massively complex layers of meaning when used in certain contexts, but it’s probably sufficient to just lay that out and let it bake for a while.


So, the other thing that was overlooked was the ‘o’t’h’e’r’ dream that Chip had had and that was going to be discussed prior to getting oonto something else instead, and that one was connected with his experience of illness/sickness, mainly as a child, but also sometimes as an adult, so again, here it is: on about the third or fourth occasion of having the folllowing dream, Chip began to understand that he’d wake from the dream and exhibit outward signs of sickness, and this was while he was having the dream that he realised this, so is that an example of ‘consciousness’ during a state of ‘unconsciousness,’ or just plain old ‘unconsciousness,’ which of course is difficult to say for sure, but anyway, the dream itself always folo folowed followed the same thematic course – in a graveyard setting, replete with headstones/tombstones, accompanied by mist/fog (what is it with mist and fog in dreams?) and then an over-layering of a grid like structure so that when vo viewed from above, aerially, which said scene always was, it kind of gave the impression of flying over a mapped landscape, with the oddity that the altitude changes would take Chip beneath the grid but also above the grid – anyway, he was always physically sick when he woke from such a dream.

So, is it possible that a dream like that could indicate another time/place when/where things weren’t going too well (conveyed through these echoes, visual shadows/ripples/reflections), or could it have some sort of relevance to a death experienced prior to, or post of one’s present state of living, or is that just ridiculous, and if that is ridiculous, then why the same dream for that particular way of feeling (physical sickness/nausea), and why the recognition whilst ‘in’ the dream that of the way things will pan out following the dream (physical sickness) – and there are a good many more dreams that we’ll get to in time, these two examples are just the start.

Lone Star State (Expansion Pack v.2.0.1 Critical Update)

The Thoughts, nay, Feelings of Chip Brewsky Following his Unwitting Exposure to Lysergic Acid Diethylamide

So, to clarify, specifically with respect to the phrase ‘assimilated-propaganda,’ that which was deployed forcefully yet was not backed up with any examples with which to consider whether in fact there is any real teeth bite to that as any sort of argument or notion or something to hang your hat on in a discussion with someone of an opposing view, for how could you know whether said person’s view is opposing or not if you have no real handle on what you’re arguing in the first place.


So here it is, the stuff behind the phrase that is necessary to make an informed decision whether to argue for/against ‘assimilated-propaganda:’ when those crazy kids tell you that they are handing money out left, right and centre, those philanthropists and do-gooders worth billions of things, most likely, well what most people do not know is that there are a ho whole host of tax breaks associated with said ‘giving’ away of money, and in many instances said tax breaks can actually be accessed with no money having left those crazy kids’ bank accounts/offshore accounts/tax havens, and with that in mind, what actually is made to look to the outside world, you now know, general public, la lay people, ordinary folk like you and me, those people who pay their taxes even though they kind of know that there’s a whols whole slavery dialogue to be had around the issue because see what happens to you if you ever happen to stick yout t your hands up and a say “that’s me done for a while, I’m not going to work anymore because it’s interfering with my life/family life/social life/private life,” whatever you wish to insert here, because if you do indeed do that, you will see just how forcefully seamlessly your life is operated mapped out for you by forces way beyond your comprehension, unless of course you pay real close attebntion attention to what goes on in your life, and that rather than being a person ‘free’ to do what they wish to do, you are in fact very much ‘unfree,’ but then again that might not be how it seems so maybe you’re disinclibe disinclined to believe that – but the tax breaks stuff you really should look into, and o perhaps do something about it because in a world where… well, you probably don’t need a lecture on how the world is so let’s leave it there for now.

Lone Star State (Expansion Pack v.2.0)

The Thoughts, nay, Feelings of Chip Brewsky Following his Unwitting Exposure to Lysergic Acid Diethylamide

So because Chip had begun to think this way, in the way mentioned previously, he kind of started seeing the world very differently, at least in different from how he’d viewed it before, if he had actually indeed ‘viewed’ it before, and that really is a whole ‘nother ball game when we consider that to be to have been part of the team that grew Cinnamon Corp. to its present position as arguably the most powerful/wealthy/influential/throw-your-own-adjective-here-if-you-wish company on the planet means that such a person, responsible in part for such growth, doesn’t really view the world with any real thought/feeling influencing said views, and has very much the old stereotype/cliché about a track of one, in a mental process sense; and you could well respond by naming those old raconteurs of charitable giving and what’s the term, it escapes me for a moment which is rather frustrating because just prior to ‘raconteur’ popping into my mind I had it on the old tongue tip philanthropy, those crazy kids who, having made bucket loads (super-industrial sized buckets) of money, decide that it would be nice to gain more publicity for themselves by telling people how much money they do in fact give away to ‘good’ causes, but if you were to do so, that is respond by naming those old raconteurs and philanthropists of stuff said before in such a way, then you’d be spouting yet another form of ‘assimilated-propaganda,’ where obscenely-wealthy person/people/organisation/government/whatever have you believe that what it/s/he/they is/are doing is just completely bereft of any sort of selfish motive, and if you do indeed think that way, that such persons/organisations/governments do in fact act ‘selflessly,’ than then you are exhibiting signs of ‘assimilated-propaganda,’ having affected you where your very own self has been assimilated in a propaganda-ish sense in your very own self – yes,you!.


So, although that was somewhat of a digression, it kind of paints a picture scene for you and lets you know just how much time Chip is actually spending on this, pretty-well-all-enveloping, issue, the issue of having turned his mind inwards on itself instead of forever reaching outwards to something that is perhaps, on reflection, far less concrete reified; and with spending so much time thinking in this, and other ways, Chip has no time whatsoever for continuing the growth of Cinnamon Corp., but then again that’s not really a problem because Dale, and with the help of trusted others, has a handle on all that, and there’s a whole bunch of stuff going on that’s set to revolutionise reimagine mess with the concept of monetary systems and notions of capital in a most profound way; we’re talking turning things on their head, and then perhaps ripping that head off (figurative head, not literal, perhaps a dolly or something non too gory), turning it in on itself, perhaps stitching it back on to the body, but maybe at the knee joint, or somewhere else not naturally allied with the head in the first place, and then watching it float, which is just the most ridiculous phrase to combine with the metaphor of the head until you consider the subject the metaphor is linked to – see?

So, dreams, thoughts, memories, imagination, mind stuff in general that the so-called experts do not have any sort of grip on, I mean we have medical professionals who still insist on curing problems connected with the mind by drilling, firing lasers and such, using electroconvulsive therapy stuff, I mean it’s just all so Victorian, don’t you think, obviously without the lasers and all, but to get to the point, which was meant to be got to much quicker but somehow got lost along the way, doesn’t it seem odd that we can see things in our minds, things that are don’t seem to be present before is us at the time we’re seeing said thing(s), whether that be whilst we’re ‘awake’ (‘daydreaming’ – I’m doing it now, thinking of a river somehwe somewhere, whether I’ve been there or not,?) or whilst ‘asleep’ (just dreaming), and don’t those things seem so vivid d sometimes, I mean like so real thatb that when you wake you’re somehow disturbed or affected in quite a profound way for a good while afterwards; and that’s how the dream left Chip feeling, and still does, you know the one with the gangplank and woman and stuff.

So, probably best now to get into another of Chip’s dreams, but there’s a nagging voice in my head that’s asking me if this stuff would come better from Chip himself, you know like first-person narrative situation where you’re spoken to by the actual person who had said dreams and thoughts and stuff and who’d deliver it in real precise deti detail and believability and stuff; or is it ok to carry on with this omniscient voice, where you’ve invested a certain amount of trust in me that I really know what’s going on in Chip’s head, whilst also knowing a whole lot of other stuff as well, I mean, to switch now might just get a little bit messy and awkward because there’s a familiarity now and it would be a shame to spoil that – that seems like I’ve answered that one for you


Lone Star State (Expansion Pack)

The Thoughts, nay, Feelings of Chip Brewsky Following his Unwitting Exposure to Lysergic Acid Diethylamide

Lately, Chip had begun to wonder about his dreams and what they meant. Prior to his mishap with the substance commonly known as LSD-25, Chip hadn’t regarded dreams as anything other than just what the body goes through in its ‘rest phase,’ but having experienced feelings, thoughts, perhaps even philosophies of a sort connected with such an experience, Chip set aside more and more time to devote to this area of his life – sitting, thinking, with the old, increasingly tattered copy of the book he bought, or rather that Robyn had kindly bought for him the morning after the night when this kind of expansion ‘stretching-of-the-mind’ had begun.


So, Chip had started to ruminate on whether dreams were in fact just dreams, or something more: a kind of sign, or ripple, or reflection, perhaps a visual shadow or a form of echo; and he knew he was most fortunate to have a friend like Dale, a person who never judged Chip, no matter how out of kilter his ideas might sound, and believe you me, Chip knew exactly how whacko his ideas sounded when he voiced them to Dale, but nevertheless, voice them he did, safe in the knowledge that doing so in front of Dale was the safest place to do so, although Dale struggled with the concepts he was presented with, mostly probably due to the fact that Dale had never wittingly or unwittingly tried any type of chemical likely to alter the brain in the way that LSD-25 had apparently altered Chip’s, unless you could make a case for coffee being such a chemical – Dale drank way more coffee than anyone else he knew.

So anyway, moving on as a starting point, Chip thought it a good idea to try and recapture dreams he remembered from childhood, and there were a good many that still seemed as clear to him now as the day he’d first dreamt them; some were what he started referring to as ‘series’ dreams, where, implausible as it may sound, there was a kind of continuation to the themes and contents of said dreams; an example of which is the dream he remembers having around the age of 10 or 11 years old – now how can he be so exact, you may say, well, Chip had been uprooted around that age and had been so desperately lonely (this was prior to meeting Dale for the first time) as the family home had been moved a good way away to a new location where he knew nobody and there weren’t many kids around and it was summer break so he didn’t even have the opportunity of meeting kids from what was to become his new class at school (where he eventually struck up a friendship with Dale that has lasted to this day).

So, an example of the ‘series’ dream: a huge ocean liner was docked somewhere, all things seemed very much black and white, late 1940s/early 1950s filmish, a bit misty/foggy, atmospheric, as one expects from dreams, and suddenly there’s a woman, still definitely 1940s/1950s ish in the way she’s dressed and has her hair under a hat and all, and as they are walking up the gangplank (Chip’s not exactly sure if that’s the correct reference, but…) they embrace and kiss passionately – now this all takes place in the briefest of moments before something stirs in Chip’s bedroom and what do you know, his mother starts opening the curtains and beckoning him to get out of bed, which both she and Chip’s father had a terrible habit of doing, even when it was, as in this instance, summer break with no real reason for having to get out of bed other than the fact that his ma and pa thought that he should; and I can tell you now that Chip was really pissed at this, trying to dive under the pillow and get back to that encounter, strange though that seems for a boy of his age to be wont to do.

So, the next night he falls asleep thinking of nothing else apart from this woman and that encounter on the docks next to some huge ocean liner, and you know what, he actually does meet the very same woman, in exactly the same spot on the gangplank, kisses and embraces her with extra gusto probably inspired by those feelings of disappointment in the interruption the morning before, they make a pledge to be together forever, you don’t need the full details, he wakes in the morning feeling wholly satisfied by the incident and never forgets that dream, obviously, because that’s pretty much what you’ve just been privy to; and that’s just one of the reasons that Chip has started to devote so much time to the issue – there are others: repetitive dreams connected with illness, frightening dreams, and so on.

So, Chip now wonders if there’s more to it, whether this might be some sort of fragment of something that is not purely made up from whatever things, like chemical functions, happen to be doing going on inside him, and whether there is room to consider it/them as some form of external entity, you know, like something that finds him its way into his mind via the medium of dreams, and something that may in fact speak of a somewhere else, or in fact, multiple somewhere elses that can never, at least a priori, be accessed in our state of consciousness; and then that also leads us into Chip’s thoughts on whether what we consider to be a ‘state-of-consciousness’ can in fact be classed as such, and whether we’d be better off considering our state of ‘unconsciousness’ as a better form of consciousness – but I suppose you’d have to have had experience of something akin to LSD-25 to be able to comprehend consider such a notion, and it is indeed just a notion, Chip does not wish to promulgate this as some sort of theory.

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