7/31/2016: 351 dream invaders

Ten days ago I did some research on "351 Sunset", a condo in Venice Beach I was considering renting. While I was checking out Gjusta, a popular restaurant that is almost directly across the street from 351, I noticed there was some kind of uproar in the community about them getting a liquor license. I also noticed that actor Zach Galifianakis was part of the opposition. I had no idea he lived in Venice (I’ve lived in Venice off and on a few times over the last 20 years):

I did a quick google search of his name and “Venice” to see if there was any more info on him and the Gjusta thing and one of the results was “Zach Galifianakis’s house”. I clicked the link and it showed some tiny place on San Juan that didn’t seem like much. It was about 12 blocks away from the place I was considering renting. I thought maybe he bought it, then demolished it, then maybe built his own place:

I pondered briefly why he was so opposed to Gjusta getting a liquor license but didn’t really care either way and just moved on and didn’t think of it...or him again.

Flash forward 10 days and I've signed the lease for 351 Sunset.

Here is a screenshot of documentation of a dream I had the night before moving in, on July 31st. You can clearly see Zach Galifianakis popped up in the dream. I know it's a pain in the ass to read the whole thing, but there are some seriously key points that will make sense in "real life" coming up in the rest of this entry:

(note: I do not write these dream journals in proper grammar, spelling, etc…and just quickly notate what I’ve recorded on my audio recorder during the night.)

Anyway, a few days after moving into 351, I meet Mike, an impressive artist who lives directly across the street from me. As we’re shooting the shit, I mention enjoying the lunch I had today from Gjusta and we discussed the neighborhood for a bit. I questioned why people wanted to stop Gjusta from getting a liquor license and I mention how I saw an article about it and that Zach Galifianakis was spearheading the whole thing.

Right after I said that, Mike says “you know he lives right there, right?” and he points directly next door to his place.

I was like “what do you mean?”. Mike continues about how Zach owns the large building directly next to his place, and DIRECTLY across the street from ME.

I was completely surprised. I had no idea he lived anywhere near 351 and just assumed he lived at the location I saw online 10 days ago, many blocks away.

I suddenly recall the dream I had the night before moving in, and realize the implications of it all. Zach made an appearance in my dream because he lives directly across the street from me now.

I immediately tell Mike about the dream and tell him “ah, now I get it…Zach invaded my dreams before I moved in” because I believe shit like that actually happens in my reality. I tell Mike about the person with clay in the dream and he tells me that directly on THE OTHER SIDE OF HIM is a guy who owns a clay shop and who works with clay as his career.

So, not only did Zach make an appearance because he lives across from me, the other guy who also lives across from me (besides Mike and Zach) made an appearance, as well (even though he was female in the dream).

Here is (was) my place. It suddenly made a lot more sense why Zach was spearheading some community meeting about Gjusta getting a liquor license when I found out he lived only 3 dwellings away from them:

Welcome to my "life"?

Obviously this all happened because I was moving into the community and my dream turned it into some kind of roommate situation. Also, the tiny hands thing may somehow be connected to Donald Trump running for president at the time, and becoming president just a few months after I moved in. That time period also happens to correspond with when I began drinking a shit load of hard alcohol (orange colored) on a daily basis for the first time in my life.

I ponder the tiny hands metaphor may also have to do with me moving into what is basically an artist’s community and not creating any art, of late. I couldn’t care less about making music anymore or creating anymore websites, art, etc. Why the fuck would I want to do that, now that I realize this entire reality is being manipulated?