Chilluminati Podcast - Episode 111 - Abducted by Alien Granny Garbanzo

Episode Date: July 27, 2021

Patreon - http://www.patreon.com/chilluminatipod Live Show Tickets! http://www.chilluminatipod.com BUY OUR MERCH - http://www.theyetee.com/collections/chilluminati Thanks to our sponsors this episode ExpressVPN - http://www.expressvpn.com/chill Honey - http://www.joinhoney.com/chill Manly Bands - http://www.manlybands.com/chill Jesse Cox - http://www.youtube.com/jessecox Alex Faciane - http://www.youtube.com/user/ThatOneLazerClown Art Commissioned by - http://www.mollyheadycarroll.com Theme - Matt Proft End song - POWER FAILURE - https://soundcloud.com/powerfailure Video - http://www.twitter.com/digitalmuppet

Is your life too busy for a vacation? Is your schedule too full for fun? It's time to rebalance and find some adventure. There are so many stunning destinations in and around Utah. Have you seen the goblins at Goblin Valley? Have you driven through Monument Valley or seen the delicate arch?

Motorsportsland is a Utah company where family owned and locally operated. We love the outdoors and we know that an RV is the perfect way to blend the comfort and convenience of home with your outdoor adventures. Start your next adventure at Motorsportsland.com. Hello, everybody, and welcome back to the Chilluminati podcast, episode 111.

I, as always, am one of your hosts, Mike Martin joined by Jesse Cox and Alex Fosan and the other two hosts and friends. What up? Hello. Oh, hello. Oh, hello. Yeah!

We've got a bit of a, oh yeah, go ahead, Alex. Are you about to say something? I'm just hype. You're hype? I'm always hype. Ready for the show. We got a bit of a lighter episode today. This week I've been kind of sick

and I've just not had the energy to like put into the work for the next big one that we're working on. So instead of like not giving you an episode, we decided to dive in to do some more listener stories. You guys are constantly flooding us with wild experiences that all of you supposedly have out there. Y'all are weird. I will never, permanently in my brain

is the man who turned into an equation. Like you guys have some nutty shit happen to you out in the real world. That blew my fucking mind, dude. He blew his own mind. He blew his own, he blew his own mind. He was that woman in the like little meme that's like, and then like.

Yeah, that equation shows up. Yeah. So yeah, we got a great selection of stories that you guys have sent us. Thank you so much for that. But more importantly, we want to thank you for the money you've sent us. Don't we, Alex?

Not just the money that they've already sent us, but the money that they will be sending us. Once they head over to patreon.com slash chilluminati pod, the only website. It's a great place to go that you can go and you can support this weekly show that, you know, chilluminati is only a weekly show because you guys made it so.

And we've just recently hit our goal of, you know, big milestones. That's going to be a big thing for us. We're about to get like an event together, completely funded by Patreon. We're going to do like a lockdown type scenario. Yeah. I can't like, that's not at all real.

That is completely in a fantasy world right now. Like I can't even imagine what that's going to be. There's also great presale stuff, art, a discord, all kinds of cool stuff that you can access from patreon.com slash chilluminati pod, where you can become an official inductee member into our secret society of people who don't take paranormal stuff too seriously.

You know what I mean? If that's you, if that's your relationship with the paranormal, join us on the only website, patreon.com slash chilluminati pod. That's the whole, the internet exists simply for that one website. We all log on and we all just check out Mel's art together. I mean, it's very true.

Mel's art is fucking killer. All right. Let's dive into some fun stories. We've got, as always, a smorgasbord. We've got ghost stories. We've got a potential alien encounter. We got a dream or two for Jesse to take a look at. A whole lot of things that have been thrown up

on the subreddit. So if you've got stories and you want to share, the subreddit is the best place to go do that. I'll open up. We'll first start reading, but this by a story by the name of disrupted sleep of a skeptic by Reddit user, definitely not a robbit. Good afternoon, gentlemen.

He's definitely a robbit, dude. Are you sure? Is that the things that took over Mario Land? What are robbits? Yes, the robbits. Is that what that is? Is that what's raiding rabbits? Those are rabbits?

Rabbits, yeah, they're rabbits. That's all the noise they make. So you could still technically be a rabbit. He could be. Or a robot. Yeah, it's actually true, because he's not a robbit. Robbit?

Not a robot. It's with two Bs though, not one B. Well, at the bottom of the story, it says one B. Did he misspell his own name? I don't know. Would a robot rabbit do that? Think about it. I think he might have.

All right, here we go. We're gonna read a story. Good afternoon, gentlemen. Good afternoon. I should say that my entire life, I have been plagued by nightmares. I am on a medicine specifically to prevent nightmares and help me sleep.

And even then, sometimes my mind is still a sadistic asshole. I have Afantesia and find the only time I can visualize anything is in my sleep. During my very vivid dreams and by extension, vivid, horrifying, full 4D experience nightmares. 4D? Please, I'm a 4D nightmare.

Whoa, whoa. I'm like getting sprayed by water a little bit. Getting close to your face. Psst, psst, psst. Yeah, I'm like, oh yeah, the chair moves. That sounds great. Smells like a fart for some. Every single show has like a fart smell in it,

so they like blow fart gas in your face. I don't know why that's a fucking trope in those shows. Me either. In an adaptation to my nightmares, I have developed a number of mechanisms to help me get through the night, such as limited, lucid dreaming, wherein I can willfully alter the dream,

although once again, sometimes my mind is still a sadistic asshole and decides regardless of what I want, I'm going to see spiders, this is relevant, and springing awake if possible. Unfortunately, due to my frequent disrupted sleep, I do experience sleep paralysis, full blown, can't move anything but my eyes,

can't speak and can't scream, although sometimes apparently, I can whimper or move my mouth as if I'm saying help. This is, I've actually experienced this, not myself, but with somebody who experienced it and them like desperately trying to like get out and have like their sleep paralysis. It's really scary, man,

because you shake them and like, they can't come out of it. I have both seen it and experienced it myself, but only like two or three times ever in my life. It's scary. Anyway, moving on, they are no longer scary as they've happened so many times. They are now merely an annoyance

and leave me incredibly groggy and wobbly when my body finally catches up to my mind. I am a woman in my 20s and a skeptic. When I myself am faced with the situation that could be seemingly supernatural or paranormal, my first answer is that what I'm experiencing isn't what's really happening and I am perceiving things incorrectly.

My second answer is that I'm experiencing a hallucination due to mental illness or my issues with sleep. And my third answer is hallucinations due to involuntary drugging. And my fourth answer is that someone is playing a trick on me. And my fifth answer is that there is a green stone that has caused a war between two factions of British wizards.

And that's the twist. This is what this episode is all about. Don't bring this episode down. There's no need to do that. Bring me down. Green stone. Stone. Getting into the spookums.

The events are simple and threefold. Each story occurs after waking up in the middle of the night and each time I am incredibly groggy. Number one, I woke up to the sound of very loud, very deep purring occurring somewhere near my head. Neither myself nor my fiancee or our roommates at the time owned a cat. So no chance of creepy kitty

and it wasn't coming from my dog. I checked all televisions, computers and phones in the room and they were off. And even at loud volumes, we could barely hear what was happening downstairs. The purring was seemingly coming from above me but I could not find a source. It went on for a few minutes

before I willed myself back to sleep. I should note I was not having a nightmare or a dream of any kind before this. After 15 minutes, I know as I checked my phone both times, I woke up again still hearing the loud, deep purring. I again found no source. My final thought before falling back asleep was, it's a giant spider, maybe it'll eat me, maybe it won't.

Either way, I'd rather not be awake right now. To clarify, the noise sounded most definitely like a large cat. It was not rumbling, buzzing or grumbling or anything other than purring. I sat up listening to it for a bit. The noise did not correct itself into anything besides purring.

My mind just went to spider for some reason. If spiders purr, please don't tell me. I do not want to be accidentally correct. End of story one. It sounds like if somebody was like, and this is a purring spider, I'd be like, it sure is, that's real, that sounds real to me.

The second story, I woke up with a full blown gust of chilly wind washing over me. My fiance and dog were both still asleep so I was pretty sure I was just hallucinating. I sat up to find my dresser, a long stout wooden dresser and moved from the side of my bed to the foot of my bed. I stared at it for a while. As I did, I came to a conclusion.

It was either a hallucination, a home invader or a ghost. Home invader was unlikely as everyone else was still asleep. I thought the ghost wasn't on the list. I also didn't think the ghost was on the list. Or it was a ghost. Maybe it was number five. Maybe that was the hidden number five and we couldn't see it because it was a ghost.

I sat up to find my dresser, a long stout one had been moved. She stared at it a while and a home invader was unlikely as everyone else was still asleep. And if it was a ghost, it was either benevolent, malevolent or neutral or just redecorating.

I mean, those are the only options. So yeah, I agree. If it was malevolent, I didn't want to be awake when it decided to kill me. If it was benevolent- God damn. If it was benevolent, well, hooray for me. If it was neutral, I should let it be.

There were no noises, so it didn't care to talk to me. After a bit, I decided to go back to sleep. In the morning when I woke, the dresser was back in its original position. I did not tell my fiance about this until months later as he is superstitious with both Irish and Native American superstitions in his wheelhouse.

He was displeased. He also confirmed he had not moved it and we have a strict no gaslighting policy in our household. Honestly, good policy for all households and things to adopt. It's a very good policy. The dresser was heavy and awkward and made a bit of noise, so I tend to believe him.

And I hate trickery, manipulation, sleight of hand, and especially magicians. I'll do, she must have hated the Greenstone episodes. She must have absolutely hated it. Who did it? Am I right? It was a 50-50 split in the fan base, man. No comment, no comment from me.

You're my friend, so I got to know him. It was great. Thank you. Thank you for letting me live in this world with the good steak. It all makes me feel unsafe, and that's the end of story two. The third story.

I woke up with a full-blown gust of chilly wind washing over me again. Yes, just as I had before, although these two events were at least a year apart. Instead of my dresser moving or loud purring, I saw thick, black, swirling smoke twisting and spinning up by my legs and then disappearing upward.

It was like a smoky black vortex or tornado, never more than three to four feet in height. After maybe a minute, it had completely vanished. It was just me and my dog on this night as my fiance was out camping. I did not feel any malevolence or eeriness, so once again, I just went back to sleep. I told him about it in a very abrasive way

over the phone with little setup or context because that's how I enjoyed giving him information. End of story three. This is like the diary of a fan fiction demon hunter. This is crazy. Really? Yeah. I have so many questions about

what exactly a fan fiction demon hunter is because in my mind- It's a real guy. He's real. He fights the demons from various fan fictions. Okay, all right, that's on the same page. All right, I thought you might have meant someone who writes fan fiction about it,

but I'm glad we both agree. This is clearly an actual person that hunts fan fiction demons. Yeah, he's a real guy. Hunts that were made up in other people's fan fictions? Yes, yes. Okay, all right. It's a, okay, I like it.

Well, this is a woman in their 20s, but in my, yeah, in the Kickstarter game that uses all these people's fan fictions as the story, it's like a Dante type character. Thank you for reading. If you'd like additional stories of intrigue, I have one where my great aunt predicted a man's death with palm reading.

Is it a trailer? One where my godchildren have apparently seen and talked to visages of their great, great grandparents. My fiance had a poltergeist in his childhood home that loved to throw things. And my uncle has apparently been saved by a ghost, by a ghost, him and my mom knew as children. I swear to God, I thought you were about to say,

apparently saved by a ghost, him. I was like, what? Me too! If my own self-show was like, stop. And then like a car almost hit me. I was about to be like, that's the story. That's the story. That's the story, that's the story.

That needs to be story number one. Oh my God, and then the final, oh my God, it's not nearly as cool as that was gonna be, but it's pretty all right. It's pretty wild. And then the final one, also my dog, clear as day, called me mom once. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

You are my mother. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. The first part is, is the other day I watched a video where it was like, my dog talked to me. And it's this woman talking to her dog, and the dog's like, ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee. She's like, you wanna go out?

He's like ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee. We need to help me. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. I'm trapped in his body. I'm cursed. I have the brain of a man and a body of a dog. What the hell are you doing, my battery? Gary Busey film, where he becomes a fucking dog?

Gary Busey? Yes. Oh my God, yes there's a, oh my God, Gary Busey home movie where he becomes a dog. Or we can just watch the talking cat and call it a life. It is so easy to get stuck doing the same thing day after day. What you need in your life is adventure. At Motorsportsland, we've been helping people just like you experience outdoor adventures

for over 55 years. Whether it's with a travel trailer, 5th wheel or motorhome, you can bring the convenience and comfort of home up to a breathtaking mountainside, next to your favorite lake or across the country. Whatever your needs are, we're here to help. Visit a Motorsportsland RV Center or motorsportsland.com today and let Motorsportsland help you get away. Dear Truckin' A, wanna talk torque?

The Tundra's forceful twin-turbo V6 will blow your mind. The Tacomas got bite and a taller suspension to claw through that terrain. Man, you'll dig it. Both Toyota trucks are tough on the outside and plush on the inside, with luxurious seats and a heck of an audio multimedia setup. Sink back and turn it up. Nice. Rev it up at Toyota.com.

Toyota, let's go places. Shout out to Alison and Zeke. It's from 2003 and the movie is called Quigley. Quigley? Quigley. Yes, yes. I'm out on that. I'm out on Quigley.

It's got Gary Busey. He's like a dad who neglects his kids, I think like turns into a dog-dog lesson. What about in the movie, though? I'm gonna get a letter from Gary Busey's attorneys. How dare you say that about our perfectly sane client, Gary Busey? Oh, God. Signed Gary Busey lawyer for Gary Busey. PS, if you want him to, if you want him on your podcast, he's got not, it doesn't have

a lot going on. So. But we got to stop shit talking up. All right. Last paragraph. If the Supernatural Paranormal is an absolute hogwash, then please, I would love to talk to ghosts and work as a paranormal psychologist. Let's work through those issues and get you moving on.

I would love to meet our alien neighbors, provided they have basic manners and considerations. I would love to walk dimensional planes and travel the great unknown. I would love to be an alien linguist and I would love for the science fiction I attempt to write to be replaced by biographies of the poor misunderstood supernatural bumps in the night. Feel free to read and share. Definitely, sincerely, definitely not a Robin. Well, there you go.

Three little little encounters. I kind of want to know the dog called me mom one, just because I'm just curious how that day went. She seems to be very, very clear on what she wants out of life and I commend that. I do too. Mm hmm. Jesse, this next one is going to be for you. Oh my God.

Okay. Why is it always? All right. The lady at 2 a.m. It's always this. This is what it always is. That's a Jesse story. What is this?

Episode 69. Come on. Hey. This is a short little ghost story. S.K. 98 wrote his weapons, the lady at 2 a.m. Hello. This is my first scary encounter. I'm 23 now and love the podcast.

Did not love it before, but at 23, it really settles in. It really does. Turn. That's what your brain really locks in on us. Every time I hear a new minisode, I hear some of the stories and I want to tell this one. I'm finally doing it. So if this makes the show great, if not, I hope whoever reads gets something from it.

Vincent, I have some great news. You're in. This story takes place about two years ago. I was at my ex's house. We were together at the time. I hope so. Or else that would have been an awkward night. Yeah.

I was watching her through the window. I was talking to my ex at the time in San Diego. Me, my ex, her sister and her sister's sister, her sister's friend. My sister's wife, my sister's sister's sister. Go drinking at a bar. Her sister ends up getting really messed up and we have to take her home. Her family was very unstable and always arguing. As soon as we arrived at the house, her mom starts yelling about how drunk she is and

it starts this huge argument between the sister and the mom. Oh my God. Yeah. This is already, I'd be like, oh, I should be here. Yeah. I'd be like, go. The mom takes her to her room and shuts the door. All you can hear is yelling and thrashing as the intoxicated sister throws things in

the room. Me and my ex sat in the living room, probably just like, uh, just talking about how crazy it's getting. We hear a knock at the door. Now this is when it gets really weird. I open the door to see a short chubby lady looks old with short brown hair and a pink coat. I love the image of this woman.

I'm imagining that like weird witch chick from don't look now. Yes. Yes. She has three dogs on leashes with her. Now from the second I opened the door, an uneasy feeling set in and it almost like the air got thicker. I said hello and she asked if everything was okay. I explained it was just a drunk lady and nothing bad was happening and that we were

taking care of it. She told me she was in the neighborhood. Oh, she was a neighborhood watch member at apartment 32C. She was wondering if everything was, everything was okay. I shared her again, but it was fine. Now I might just be imagining it, but I don't remember seeing her blink or her dogs moving almost as if they were fake. You'd imagine if it was just some old lady walking her taxidermy dogs, just like it was

a little dogs. As I go to shut the door, as I go to shut the door, she tells me to wait. I stop and I got a chill down my spine and a pulse and I pulse. It says, and I pulsar understand my pulsar and I don't know what that meant. Well, I pulsar understand why I was so uneasy. Maybe I don't understand why I was so easy possibly. At this point, my ex had joined me. She asked if she could come inside.

My ex said no, it wasn't necessary, and the lady kept persisting that she come inside. My ex said that she was going to go get her mom. As she left, I turned to the lady and said, you should just leave. The lady replied with, you don't know how hard this is for me? I asked what, and she said, I just need to be welcomed in. Can you please welcome me in? Oh, no. Oh, no.

I would shut the door so fast. And just the way she phrased it was creepy. At this point, I just shut the door and locked it. My ex came back and said her mom was occupied with the sister to come. She looked out the window and the lady was gone. Without saying anything to her about the vibe she gave me. My ex asked, didn't she give a weird vibe? And I told her she creep me out.

Anyway, I told her the apartment number she gave me and we decided to scope it out the next morning. These apartments, small two-bedroom houses very close to each other, had signs in front of them saying they were rentable and info to call or office hours. Hers had that sign. And my ex peeked through the window and there was no furniture or anything. Could it have just been some weird lady who happened to hear us or it attracted her? But that night left me chilled.

We got home around 1.30. Oh my God. Yeah, that's kind of a weird little encounter, man. It reminds me a little bit of like black-eyed children encounters. You guys know like that kind of crypto? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, like you got to let me in. You got to let me in.

I have you. I'm just like, hell no. Have you seen this video? There's a video that's been going around this week. It was from Las Vegas, I think. And it is door camera footage of a guy with like a bag. Like a plastic bag. And he looks, I don't want to say strung out, but he definitely has something weird about

this guy. And he's knocking on the door and he's like, could I come in? Could I come in? And the person is saying, you know, no, leave me alone. And he's like, come on. Are you sure? I just want to talk. I just want to, like that kind of stuff.

And finally, finally, the guy who was watching on the camera was like, hey, what are you doing? What do you want? And he's like, I just want to come in. I just want to kill the person who lives inside here. It's crazy. Yeah, I have seen that. Yeah.

It's so fun that so I guess the police were looking for this dude. I have no clue if they found him. But yeah, he was like, I just want to go in there and kill the person who lives here. And it's like, what? Yes. Yeah, that's scary. They're out there. They're out there.

Kelly's cousin just had a dude like she like looked at her window and there was a dude just like looking in her window with his hands on the windows. Worst fear. So scary. Worst fear. I wonder if like if the person, Vincent, if you're out there, I'm curious. What kind of dogs were where they bigger little dogs? That's all I'm curious about.

Like, what kind of dogs was she walking because she's short. If she was like a short woman, were they like little chihuahuas? Like, what kind of dogs she was the bad guy from that one Harry Potter movie? Were they floating muzzles with no actual dogs inside, right? And starched, starched leashes. They have little tiny red noses at the end and they were actually cloth. Amazing. Were there one hundred and one of them and they made beautiful clothes.

Inbred donations. All right. This next one is all yours, Alex. Giving a demon a tarot reading by boss Sarabas 19. Fresno, California has a strange energy about it. Truth. That's a fact. That's a fact. Yeah. And some strange cryptids. If you've ever lived there or if you've ever lived there or been cursed to drive

through it, you might have felt a weird draw about the small city that tends to keep people trapped there. Many people I met in that place had similar stories. They had moved there for more interesting places and simply stayed. My own parents are currently there 12 years on from this particular incident. We had moved to Fresno in 2007. I was between my sophomore and junior years of high school, moving towns in the middle of your high school career is difficult.

And I do not recommend it. I had very few friends at my new school and the ones I had managed to make were ones with whom I had a swath of weird experiences. Shout outs to the word swath with you. Just love to just rolls right off the tongue, like putting a towel in your mouth. A friend in the friend in question, what we'll call violet was someone who I met in a sociology class.

We bonded over a shared love of repo, the genetic opera and the ubiquitous experience of flour based childcare. And that's flour as in baking flour, not flour as in flowers. In our senior year, she met a guy and started dating. And one day in the summer, she invited me out to meet him. The night before the encounter, we were messaging each other on Facebook. She was giving me a general rundown on her boyfriend, such as his likes and interests. Then as the evening wore on and I was getting ready to log off.

Remember when we did that and go to bed? She sent one more message, by the way, he is the son of a demon. Like what? Oh, boy. Oh, boy. It was like, and at first I thought I was imagining the words on my screen. I didn't reply for a few moments. So she added, I mean it. Who's his father? The fuck.

This is the type of thing when somebody says it when you they're like, oh, my God, getting here was such a piece of shit. And you're like, what happened? Yeah. Ask me more. Who's his father? I typed back. He wants to tell you tomorrow was her response. I realized that he might be with her at the moment, reading her messages over her shoulder. All I could say was, OK, now I thought it was a bit.

Not that Violet had ever really joked about something like this before, but maybe her boyfriend had a funky sense of humor. I said, my goodbyes and headed to bed looking forward to what sort of character I'd meet the next day. Now, back then I was big into reading tarot cards. I had three decks at the time, a fairy deck that another friend had given me, a writer weight deck. This is the deck you think of when you think of tarot and a Norse themed one. I was trying to practice as much as possible.

So I usually kept my writer weight deck in my purse and took it with me everywhere I went. We met at an outdoor shopping mall in my neighborhood. I spotted Violet standing under the overhang of the Barnes and Noble. And at her side was a tall, slender young man clad in black leather. Of course. Awesome. He's he's a hot topic. This guy is the fan fiction demon hunter. He is. Oh, my God.

This is he's going to be hunted by the other. This is a chaluminati episode. See you Fresno is home to a lot of punks, misfits, eccentrics, et cetera. So an older teen in all black was far from surprising. Violet introduced me to him. He had a very normal name. I'll call him James for privacy's sake, but his real name was just as normal.

We decided to wander around the B&N, aka Barnes and Noble, making small talk as we browse the shells of the horror fantasy and manga sections. How did I know that those were the sections that you were right? Yeah, exactly where I would picture them. We passed down to the religion books. Violet was getting into wick at the time, and I was part already part of a cupboard myself, so he both gravitated towards the witchcraft books. I gave her a home out within high school.

Yeah, these are these are the I was wearing the shirt that said, like, you laugh at me because I'm different. I laugh at you because you're all the same. These are the exact. I used to bring my money. Python DVDs to school and we'd watch them after school. Sick. Wow. Wow, I relate to either of those at all.

I'm sure you may do anything. Basic bitch period. I was like, I attended school and my chums and I would have a few bruise on the weekend, but we'd watch the sports and afterwards attend parties featuring various ladies, which we were attempting to smooch the time. And then I would go back to school and study as little as possible to pass my various tests in a course college where I would go. Like, are you a lord of the of the of the court?

Like, I just don't have any. I don't have any fun stories. Like, you know, I'm like, I never went and like went to a graveyard in the middle of the night to go like commune with the dead. It never happened. I never did. I never did any of that shit either. I just ran the anime club. I live in my high school looked exactly like buffing the vampire slayer.

It was exactly that. So that show is 100 percent accurate. I ran the anime. I think that was before my. I don't think we even had anime when I was a kid. Oh my God. What do you mean we didn't have anime? I'm saying like I was like 1946.

I'm saying, though, I don't think anime was like in the. You know what? That's a lie. We had Sailor Moon, but it was like $75 DVDs of Tri-Gun. Like back then I was buying like in high school, I was buying VHS's where there was two episodes on each VHS and it was $25 a pop. Yeah, at least that's you know, I realize now that it's all a lie. I just didn't do anything except play like Super Nintendo. That was my only personality.

So I have a Super Nintendo PlayStation. So everything else, like all the other things kids could have done, I did not do because I was like, shout outs to Vagrant story. OK. Yeah. Yeah. All right. So we both gravitated towards the witchcraft books. I gave her a couple of recommendations, which I had read, and as she flipped through a Cunningham book, I turned to James.

So you're a demon. Yeah, that's the question hasn't been burning in my mind as we walked into the store. He chuckled. Yeah, sort of like a Bioware NPC. James dived right into his backstory. Oh, my God. His father was a marquee of hell called Dracool.

No relation to Dracula, he assured. This demon had father a number of unholy children on earth through relations with human women in order to create generals for his army. James was to take his rightful place in his army once he had fully matured. I asked if he was in contact with his demon dad and he says he was via some form of scrying. Violet picked out some volumes to buy. I thumbed through a tarot book, as James told me his story,

mostly to keep my hands busy as I'd listened. As I put the book down, James asked, Violet, did you say you read tarot? I nodded with a smile. Do you, I asked, figuring tarot was just as likely as anything else to be a demon child's hobby. No, I think it's bullshit, he said. Frankly, I won't lie, y'all. I had to fight back a bark of laughter.

I mean, I would. Yeah, I believe the demon is telling you son said, Tarot's fake. Violet frowned at her boyfriend, however, and chided him for his rude tone. Sarabas is really good. She assured him, you should let her do a reading for you. I'm not really any kind of evangelist. I'm not out here to change people's minds about terror or other any other kind of divination, except maybe Jesse.

If somebody else. If someone doesn't believe I don't have much interest in reading for them. I expect to James to dismiss the idea. But he agreed to do it. Violet bought her books and we settled at an old rusted iron table on the porch of the attached Starbucks. I pulled my deck from my purse and shuffled the cards, keeping my gaze on them. Tarot cards are pretty big and I have small hands.

I was prone to dropping them. I asked James what he wanted to know if anything specific or I could give him a general reading. He chose the general reading. I love how there's like little details that are just like in here that like are apropos of nothing, but I feel like they're going to come back later. Like, by the way, I drop cards like, you know, like just little little things for shadows. Yeah.

Now, the reading I gave him looked pretty mundane to me. In fact, I can't recall what cards I pull. I remember there being a noted female figure in his life, probably pulled a queen card or maybe the Empress and that he had a rocky relationship with a male figure in his life. He was quite silent as I read, not really giving me much in the way of response. Perhaps he was trying to thwart any cold reading I might be doing, which is totally fair. I've done similar to other readers, even when you do believe in terror.

There are a lot of charlatans out there. So it's never a bad idea to give them as little as possible. The only real response I saw from him was a poignant glance to Violet once or twice. James waited until I'd finished the reading and began to put the cards away. Violet asked what he thought and he looked me dead in the eye and said he had never had such an accurate reading. I was quite flattered, deep in or not. I wasn't very confident in my tarot skills.

So to hear that was quite nice. Perhaps it was demonic flattery or perhaps it was the words of a troubled young man whose feelings had never been validated. I couldn't tell you which I never saw him again. After that encounter, Violet continued to see him for about a year, but we never got much time to hang out. We went to different colleges. She went to Fresno Community while I went to a smaller community college

in the nearby town of Clovis. We kept touch over Facebook, but I never saw her demonic boyfriend again. Fresno is a weird place. I had many odd encounters there, including dating a guy who believed with all sincerity that he was the grim reaper being part of the creation of a magical entity. Why do these all have trailers? Being a party to the creation of a magical entity, having a house haunted by a cowboy and other fun things.

Never saw the Fresno nightcrawlers, though. I think they appeared the year I managed to leave the weird vortex of the Central Valley. I did tell my mom about them, though, and we're going to hunt him down on my next visit. Thank you for reading. And if you'd like to hear other adventures of mine from Fresno, let me know. Legitimately trailers. I want to hear about the cowboy.

He's talking about like previews of like what could be happening. I don't know about the grim reaper. I like I am a boy. How did he know he was the grim reaper and a lot of drugs? Yeah, like if he was the grim reaper, did you ever ask him? Like, what do you do when I'm not around you? Do you like kill people? Like, how do you do your job?

Even this guy, like, OK, so you're a demon. Like, what? Like, you're going to go lead an army. How are you prepared for this task? Like, have you trained to lead a hell army? Or you just feel like you're going to naturally were like fit into that role? They're they're valid questions.

They're valid questions. I have to say, I have many questions. I would be like, OK, I'm not going to say that you're not a demon lord. But like, talk to me about this. Like, what is what was the, you know, what's the politics? Like, what, like, is this like Adventure Time status? Like, what are we talking about here? Yeah, your dad.

So Dracool, is he like a higher ranking cool? Yeah. Like, how cool is Dracool? Yeah, how cool is Dracool? Dracool, only thing that comes up is just Dracula. Maybe that's just like a name. Like, maybe that's just like a spooky. Maybe he's the coolest.

Dracool, Dracool. Oh, God. Stigmas around mental health were designed to hold us down, but we don't have to let them. If you're struggling, text or call 988 to connect with a trained crisis counselor who won't judge. Just listen. 988 Suicide and Crisis Lifeline.

Hope has a new number. Finding your perfect home was hard, but thanks to Burrow, furnishing it has never been easier. Burrow is a new kind of furniture company. One that believes furniture and the furniture shopping process should fit seamlessly into your life. Their in-house design studio has thought of everything,

from premium durable hardwood frames to stain and scratch resistant fabrics. Their modular sofas and sectionals don't just look good and feel comfortable, they're built to last. They're also easy to assemble, add to and reassemble whenever you need. No tools necessary.

Beyond seating, Burrow offers coffee tables, credenzas, easy to mount shelves, and practically anything else you might need for your space, all designed to fit together perfectly. And every single Burrow order, no matter how small or large, includes free shipping to your door. Right now, get 15% off your first order

when you go to burrow.com slash podcast. That's burrow.com slash podcast for 15% off your first order. Burrow.com slash podcast. All right, next one is all about potential cult activity by Ayala. I'm gonna be honest here and say I'm not a skeptic. I'm kind of in the same camp as Alex in that I'm not completely so far gone as Mathis,

which is- Genius, blizzard, impresario, enlightened, legend. I'm not so completely as far gone as Mathis, but I'm not 100% Jesse about it at all. So that's, you know, I guess you're sat in the right, I'm gone. I'll take it. I'll take it.

I mean, Mathis is lost. He's lost a reason. You're one bad day away from being a Flat Earther. So- Oh my God, come on. You've got to give me better credit than that. I will not. I will not.

I will not. I will. All it takes is one really good book and you'll be like, you know what? No, this makes sense. This makes sense. Dude, dude, dude, dude. The only thing I'm so far gone is aliens.

And you wanted, what's talking about in the mini-soat? Harvard announced what, yesterday or the two days ago, that they are beginning to look for extraterrestrial life properly now. They began a program properly. Right. The last several years was all BS. When were they looking for alien extraterrestrial life

in the past few years other than maybe sending out a signal every so often? Exactly. They haven't. They are now. Anyway, we're continuing. You got me, I guess. This is something that happened to me

around 17 years ago. And despite multiple attempts to research what could have happened, I haven't been able to find anything. If any of this sounds familiar to you, please reach out as this is a mystery that has haunted me and my family since we witnessed it. When I was a teenager,

I used to enjoy going on random drives with my mother and her partner. We would get into the car, put on music, and drive around the local area. This was often done at night as we found it quite common relaxing to be driving in the dark. On this particular night,

we were driving in an area that we visited regularly, and we noticed some strange lights in the distance. We realized that the lights were down a small, dirt-covered road we hadn't driven but down before. This was a public access road. There were no signs stating that this was private property, there was no gate, it was just an open road. We decided to do some investigating

and turn down that particular road. As we started down, the lights were closer, and we noticed one larger light in the center. We kept going, unsure of what it could have been. As we got closer, we only became more confused, and we turned off our music as not to draw attention to ourselves. In the center of a clearing at the end of the road,

there was a large glowing orb. It looked like a huge balloon that they had inflated, covered with a cloth, and then tied the cloth to the ground with ropes to stop it from floating. We noticed that there were some individuals in what looked like inflatable suits with smaller glowing orbs covering their heads. They were moving slowly around the larger orb,

almost as if they were in some kind of trance. What the fuck? Yeah, this is very bizarre image that I have in my head, these almost as if they were space balls. How many people do you think this is? Yeah, I have no idea. I'm trying to visualize this, and I don't know that I can. I can picture the balloon thing.

I can see that. I just need to know the scale of this. What does inflatable suit mean? I guess that's where I'm walking. Like puffy suits? Yeah, is it like a puffy suit? Because I can picture the glowing orb covering their head. Yeah, like a space man suit.

Kind of vibe. Like a puffy, that funny robot from the set. It's like an Everdecesco Japanese Disney movie, you know? The one with the little, he's like a little white robot. You know what I'm talking about? Come on. Eave Six. Oh, Baymax.

Yeah, Baymax. Eave Six from Baymax. Eave Six, what are we talking about? What is the name of that thing? Eave Six. Isn't that the band that does I'm Blue? Robot, Robot, Robot 96. Robot.

It's a Hero Six. It's a Hero Six. What is it? Big Hero Six. There you go. Eave Six is a band. What the fuck is that? It's a band from the 90s.

What are you listening to when you're playing Super Nintendo? Yeah. You're using the Eave Six. Eave Six. Inside out. Here's to the night. I don't even know who the fuck that is. I don't even know if I'm trying to find Eave Six online.

I just can't. I was like, I was one of my bright, I was a black guy. Oh, maybe. Inside out of nothing but. Yep, that's the one. That's it. Literally, the album cover is a heart in a blender from the lyric.

What happened in there, hurt in a blender. All right, I got to continue. We rolled our, I don't even know what song you're talking about. So I'm lost. What? I'm never when I'm through with you, baby. You need to hear it.

I hear words and clips and brains and. No, yeah. I don't know what you, I don't know what this is. I bet if, I bet if we like saying the weird owl version, you'd be like, oh, that song. That might be possible. I believe that. I did love Weird Owl.

Yeah, you were listening to it while you were at Anime Club. Yeah. But faith in aliens. Oh my God. All right. So we rolled down our windows slightly as we tried to figure out what we were seeing.

We didn't know if this was some kind of show we weren't aware of, or if this was something we were just not supposed to see. Flaming lips, practicing for a concert. We didn't want to get out of the car if we weren't welcome. So we decided to wait a couple of moments and see what happened. As we rolled down the windows,

we noticed a faint chanting coming from the clearing. That's probably not what you want to hear when you're out of here. You're like, and that's it. I'm out, goodbye. As we watched, we noticed there were a small number of people around

who were not in the inflatable suits. One of these people eventually turned to face us. As he noticed us, a couple of the other people present also began to turn and notice we were there. They began to slowly approach our car and they didn't appear to be welcoming us to the show. The feeling we had was that we were trespassing

and they intended to make us leave. During their approach, we saw another unsuited group closer to the orb and they were carrying another individual towards it. For what purpose? We didn't want to know. The group of people got closer to us. So we reversed, turned around

and drove out of there as fast as we could. As we left, I turned around in the backseat and could see the orb had been released and was floating higher. With a crowd staring up at it and the suited figures dancing around it as well as the group who had approached us now running as if they were trying to catch up to us.

That would be, that would scare the shit out of me. That's like the inciting incident of like, Resident Evil 9. Yeah, right? That's gonna be you walking in on to something like that. Oh, we managed to get away without having to talk to any of those people.

But to this day, we do not know what it was, what they were doing and what they would have done if they caught us. All we know for sure is that we were not welcome and we were not supposed to have seen that. I can't help but wonder what happened to the person they carried towards the orb. PS, when I first wrote this out,

I called my mother and asked her to tell me what we had seen that night. I didn't tell her I'd written this, I just asked her to tell me in her own words what we saw. Her partner was sat with her and he confirmed what she was saying. It lined up perfectly with what I had written.

If it wasn't for the fact that all three of us had witnessed it and we were able to recall the same details separately without the inclusion of confirmation bias, I'd have been convinced that it was a dream. And that's that story. That's a very creepy story because- The thing about that one is like,

there's a lot going on. You know what I mean? It's very clearly people, since there were people around that tried to chase them down. I guess the part of having a hard time visualizing is like, what did these inflatable suits look like? Cause I have Baymax in my head now.

Like that's all I'm seeing is this big puffed out people with like these space ball elements on. Monsters Inc. Guys. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. I just like, like this, I feel like releasing a balloon of light in this guy is not necessarily that weird.

Lots of people do very similar things. This isn't total horseshit, right? If this is like a person telling you a story completely true as they experienced it. Right. The thing that's fun about this is that there's probably a very, very specific explanation for what the fuck it was.

You know what I mean? I wish that we could like figure that out. I love the idea that like, they're the only people who saw it, but I feel like, I mean, depending on how many people it was, I'd love to know more. I'd love a little follow up on this one.

If you hear this, please like, let me know a little bit more about it. If you are, if you're listening to this show, because I would love to figure out what the fuck that is. I would love to like solve it. I'd love to know a little bit more about where you were and stuff like that, just so we could like nail it down.

Yeah. I agree. You don't want to put on the Reddit and we'll keep a private shilluminati pod at Gmail. You can send stories out that way as well. I'm just interested. Yeah. Yeah, we just want to know. It'd be great to know more.

Yeah, but that's it for that encounter. I really liked that story a lot. It's a, it's very, very bizarre. Very specific details. Yes. I'm going to give the next one to Alex. Going to round back out to you and then Jesse will wrap it out with the, the last one.

I'll wrap it out. If it's a wrap, I'm going to be real upset. I want you to wrap it out. No, I want you to wrap out the whole thing. My name is Jesse and I'm here to say, I do not believe in aliens in a major way. All right. Rippity rap.

A rap, rapping ran. Rap. Gold tooth. Okay. This is a few short encounters from Sultan 112, 800. Hello, shilluminats. I'd just like to preface this by saying like many other sharing their stories on this Reddit

that I'm much like Jesse in my approach to the paranormal. Thank you. With that being said though, there have been two times that I've witnessed things I simply could not explain satisfactorily and I'm going to share them here. My first encounter with something I couldn't explain was when I was quite young, maybe seven or eight years old.

My childhood friend and I had spent the afternoon and evening playing with Legos and Nerf guns and whatever else as young boys are want to do. My father decided to take us to Wendy's to sort of treat for dinner. And my brother came along too. It was dark. The trip back home was when I witnessed something.

I was looking at the car window skyward for whatever reason, despite the night sky being obscured with cloud cover. While driving through the neighborhood back home, I saw what appeared to be orange lightning in the sky. It wasn't as bright nor did it seem to actually move as quickly as lightning should. But for a brief moment, it illuminated the clouds around it, which seemed to be swirling around

where the lightning had flashed from. There was no sound of thunder and I seem to have been the only one in the car to witness it. While I cannot explain this, I believe it may have been the result of an overactive imagination. That's like some Loki shit right there.

Yeah, I don't know. I imagine there's got to be some sort of natural phenomenon where quiet like lightning strikes might be able to happen. I've seen lightning without thunder, but I don't know what to say. I think that is a thing. Yeah, it must be. I don't know about the swirling like vortex of electricity

or whatever that other part of the tornado. Get the hell out. Yeah, I mean, we don't really, I mean, where was this? You don't really know where it is. Yeah, we don't know where it is. Yeah. My second encounter happened many years after this, about four or five years ago

when I was a junior in high school. I had just gotten home from school and took my dog out into the backyard so he could take care of business. Living in a suburban home, I could see the sidewalk from where I was in the backyard and I saw a tall figure wearing an entirely white cloak and hood walking away from my house down the sidewalk.

I didn't really think about it much. I watched for a few seconds and moved on. When I had actually processed what I had just seen, I went to do a double take and nothing was there. Looking down the street and pretty much everywhere that the figure could have possibly walked to yielded no results. It just vanished completely.

I have a greater difficulty explaining this one. That's fucking scary. But like, yeah, I grew up in a suburb too with like a yard and stuff and every once in a while something real weird would happen. Some weird thing would like sidle through the neighborhood. Some weird beast, some weird person come down out of the hills. Like, you never know, you never know.

Any and all input is appreciated and of course permission is granted for my stories to be on the podcast. I'm a big fan of the show. I've been binge listening at work almost constantly for the past week or so and I've been a fan of Cox and Crendor since I was in middle school.

Shout out to Cox and Crendor. I knew you were a good person. Five years ago, this is one of the ones I believe actually. Five years ago, they were a junior in high school and they've been listening to Cox and Crendor since they were in middle school. Woo! That's where we're at.

Less dedication. We are closer than ever to being around for like, we're coming up on our three year, but or coming up on our four year. We'll be around for some people's entire high school life. Shout out to the Chilluminati class of 2021, 2022. Much love and make sure to store your legal weed safely lest the bean boy finds it.

We gotta do a bean boy plushie one day. Let me see. Agreed. Yeah. I think that'd be super sick. I'll buy that boy. I'll buy that little boy. Yeah, we gotta get a good design.

I mean, honestly, even the second story, even if it wasn't a weird ghost or paranormal, just a strange man in your territory, in your zone, in your home is fucking scary enough. And I am hopeful that never happens. We ever talked about a nukes top fives on here? Don't think so. Nukes top fives is like a I he's big enough

that I feel like maybe some people are going to be like, this guy steals videos or something like that. I don't know. Somebody's probably going to say something like that on the subreddit. But what this guy does is he has like top five things in the woods, top five things on people's security cameras. And there was this one.

There was this one where this guy is like a vlogger and he does not do horror content at all. It's like not a thing. Very successful vlogging channel about driving around in a camper all the time in like a what do you call it? Like a like a Winnebago type car. Yeah. OK, OK. And he was like in Scotland or England somewhere.

And he was like he couldn't move because his fridge was draining. And he like found this well that was like sealed up. And there was like this like bald, like old timey priestess walking through the woods at a distance. And he was like freaking the fuck out. And he has like footage of it and everything. So that's wild. Just fucking like shit like that. Like you see in the woods.

What are my favorite? I think I've probably talked about this on the show. You know who this drought is, right? Survivor man. Yeah. He's he's talking about some of the weird creatures that he's seen like encounter in the woods and stuff that he's like wanted to hunt down to see if he could find evidence of.

And woods are scary. The woods are home to things that are just even even normal creatures that can make noises that people. I mean, the Red Fox people think is like a screaming woman most of the time. Red Fox. But you're facing some dough and make a gorilla cookie. I wish I knew I don't have any references in my brain. It's so infuriating.

Alex, I feel like is a worldly soul. And so he would know things from like, you know, yeah, like my parents were children. Yeah, I'm jealous. I know that song. I know that song. I don't off the top of my head. It's from Samford and Son.

Oh, OK, I know of that show. Yeah, that's where Red Fox is from. No, it's cool. We're and we're, you know, we got it. We got me there and that's all I care about. I understand the reference now. My brain is at ease. Summer is back and so are the deals

at Larry H. Miller Chrysler Jeep Dodge Ram Sandy right now. Get up to eleven thousand two hundred and fifty dollars off a twenty twenty two Ram fifteen hundred big horn. Make it happen during the Memorial Day sales event at Larry H. Miller Chrysler Jeep Dodge Ram Sandy. Forty five hundred dollar dealer discount. One thousand dollar engine retail bonus cash. Two thousand dollar select inventory bonus cash.

Two thousand national bonus cash. One thousand dollar C.C.A.P. bonus cash. Seven hundred and fifty dollars C.C.A.P. non prime. Finance through Chrysler capital on approved credit. All prices are plus tax title license fees and a two hundred ninety nine dollar dealer dock fee. Expires five thirty one twenty three. Any hour services has a team of technicians

that can take care of any plumbing, electrical or air conditioning needs you might have around your house. Got a drain that's clogged? Call any hour services. Need a ceiling fan installed? Call any hour services. Air conditioner not working?

Call any hour services. Maintenance repair or install. Any job. Any size. Any hour services. Mention this ad and take fifty bucks off your next visit. Call any hour services or schedule online at anyourservices.com.

No one helps more homeowners than any hour services. All right Jesse last one. This one is for you. Take us home baby. Another old lady. Is this a thing? Yeah. All for you.

I know you like it but it might be a twist. Possibly aliens. Caramel odd writes in. Before we begin give a huge shout out to Alex. He's my favorite one of you three. Did you just want me to say this? He's my favorite one of you three. I just wanted you to say this out loud.

Especially after those episodes the last two weeks. He was so good. He's the chillest dude I've ever seen. He seems like a great guy just going to the woods and smoke some dank weed with. Anyway, I don't believe this story at all. I don't even know what this story is. Yeah, this story is real.

Anyway, onto my story. I've been listening to you guys a little over a year now and I'm on the episode with the murder dream goblin. Hearing that story reminded me of my own personal experience which I've been trying to post on this subreddit for some time but haven't been able to for fear of sounding crazy. Let me just tell you, on this subreddit you're not, you don't need to worry about that.

Not at all. I don't know, you already sounded low. This whole Alex thing is a little bonkers but like what a- Let me tell you about the green stone. I've lived in my current house my whole life. I'm currently 20, starting in the year 2006 when I was around the age of five.

I know, I know. I graduated high school that year, stop. I graduated two years before that. I started having these bizarre nightmares about a group of old ladies who would be outside my window which was right above where I would put my head to sleep at night. I'd be asleep and from my window, depending on the night,

I'd either hear light pebbles being thrown against the window which the outside of the window was full of rocks or someone would go pss pss and I would then stand up on my bed and look out the window to see a group of three very strange looking old ladies, one who looked very similar to the character Granny Garbanzo from the show The Big Comfy Couch.

Sh. I'm looking that up. I'm looking that up. I visualize that, the red nose and everything. Oh my God, Granny Garbanzo. My brother used to watch the show. Granny Garbanzo. Yup.

Big Comfy Couch. I don't want her outside my window at night though. I'll tell you that. Which for those of you who are unaware there's a show about a clown girl named Lunettes and her Dolly Mollie and their adventures on this big green couch. It's like all the toys that you were scared of

at your grandma's house in one show. At the time I was growing up, let me see where I lost my, at the time I was growing up sporting a red do rag with white curly hair and green dress and of course a big bright red nose, right? So that's what she used to look like. The other two people in the group

were not as notable as the one black hair and wore a blue dress and was blonde in a yellow dress. After I'd look out the window, I'd hear the leaders say in real Southern accent, we're coming to get you. Oh my God. So I gave the lady the name, get you. I love that, I love that.

It's like a Stephen King story. After yelling this, they disappear and the whole house starts shaking violently as if caught in a tornado or earthquake. And I fall to the floor as get you and her old lady friends would come rushing into my room. I'd try to yell for my parents, but for some very bizarre reason,

I was physically incapable of uttering or yelling out the words mom or dad. Then I'd be dragged off against my will and taken off. I remember that most of the time they would take this very futuristic space ship. Yes. What?

Very futuristic space ship looking place and they would then take me to what looked like a futuristic operating theater complete with operating table and strap me down and put me to sleep with anesthesia at which point I would wake up screaming, my parents would come running in to comfort me. These dreams continued to happen until I was around 12

and sometimes I would be able to figure out, oh, I'm dreaming, this is a dream, but no matter how hard I tried, I just could not wake myself up. Perhaps the most strange occurrence of all happened when I was seven one day during in the middle of the day when I was wide awake, I was playing by myself in my bedroom

when all of a sudden the ground began to shake heavily and I fell to the floor like in the nightmare. I froze stiff. I started trying to remind myself that those were just dreams. My mom was playing tricks on me. Luckily, however, this time I was able to yell for my dad and he came rushing into the room.

Of course, he didn't believe me, but it all just felt so real. Once I hit the age of 12, these became less frequent, more like a distant haze and eventually I stopped having these nightmares and I haven't had a single one since. I still think about these dreams to this day

and wonder if they were in fact dreams. And then a little TLDR, I used to get really bizarre nightmares about weird, possibly alien old ladies and one of my dreams may have become reality. So I am curious about this. So what I know about old ladies and dreams is that old ladies and dreams are like,

supposed to be about dealing with, like, I don't know how to phrase this in a way that makes sense for a small child. Cause usually it's about like dealing with things that you feel are like intimate or shameful thoughts. Like they are there to sort of like, you know, they're about, you know, growing old, they're about you sort of missing out on opportunities.

But more importantly, it usually is about like, oh, you're having like some weird thoughts and the old ladies are there to shame you, like that kind of thing. That's usually what I think. I can see that. And so I mean, I don't know what that means for a child. I have absolutely no clue what that, you know,

cause I guess it could also mean like about like power dynamics or maybe control. Like you don't, you feel like you don't have control. But again, not being a child for as long as I have not been a child, I don't know what like the lack of control a child would be. I can't think of my relationship with an old lady as a kid right now.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I don't know. But the interesting thing is the alien bit and being swept away. All of that is the usual signs of like you lack, you know, you feel like you aren't in control of certain things or your mind is working through some shit that like you need to handle

and you simply don't know how to. And so you're being like swept up and taken away. And I don't know. I think this is probably just a normal, if it is a normal dream, it's a normal dream just about, you know, being a young person that has, you know, no control over their life because you're like a kid and that, you know, boring old ladies

and their red nose leader really did come each night and take you away. Maybe they were grays disguising themselves as cartoon characters. They're like, this kid loves the big comfy couch. This is going to be perfect. My favorite part about every trio ever is that in the trio,

there is always the main person, the like yes person and then the I am here to person. So like there's, it's the way, it's that way in movies all the time. And I feel like the dream has to be the same way. There's the main person, which is granny garbanzo. Then there's like the dark haired lady who's like, I agree with what granny says.

And then there's the blonde who's like, I'm also here. I'd like to imagine that's their group dynamic. He's like, yes, and I also am a villain as well. Yeah. So that's how I imagine. They're like the suicide squad. Right. Exactly. Just like that.

You nailed it. Yeah. Fantastic. Well, that wraps up our listener stories. Thank you guys so much for submitting them. There's other delights that we just, yeah, tons that we didn't get into. So like if you want to go read more,

just head over to the subreddit. There's an infinite amount. Or if you want to sign up for our Patreon, you can then follow us into the mini. So it was coming out right after this and I will have one more dream for Jesse to interpret. Fantastic. And before we say goodbye,

Jesse, what's happening at the end of October? Oh, hey, you should go to JalumnaudiPod.com. And there you will see a link to our live show. Tickets are almost gone. So please, if you want to come to L.A. Running out. You want to like see what's up? You want to come hang out with us?

We would love to have you. And yeah, come on out and like, let's get crazy with it. That should be totally fun. It'll be a good time. We hope to see you guys there. Thank you guys so much for listening. And we're off to do that mini-soad. Goodbye, everybody.

Bye. Anyway, me and my wife were sitting outside indulging on our porch one night enjoying ourselves. I needed to go to the bathroom, so I stepped back inside and after a few moments, I hear my wife go, holy shit, get out of here. So I quickly dash back outside. She's looking up at the sky in the fall.

I look up too and there's a perfect line of dozen lights traveling across the sky. Yeah. Summer is back and so are the deals at Larry H. Miller Chrysler Jeep Dodge Ram Sandy. Whether you're hitting the open road or tackling projects closer to home, we've got the perfect vehicle for you.

Right now, get rates as low as 2.9% for 72 months on a 2023 Ram 1500 Bighorn. Make it happen during the Memorial Day sales event at Larry H. Miller Chrysler Jeep Dodge Ram Sandy. Online at LHMdeals.com, driven by you. 72 monthly payments of $15.15 on every $1,000 finance. On approved credit, C dealer for details, expires 531.23.