Word on the street is that this global exhale we're all performing (well, don't breath IN for god's sake!) is having noticeable affects on the quality, quantity and novelty of many human's dream lives. Even the sentinel of common sense itself, The New York Times, is sacrificing the blackening of pages to this phenomena.

My dreams have certainly spiked as of late. And, more than dreams, I'm having embedded dreams. Meaning dreams that elicit memories of other dreams I guess I've had some time in the past? I don't know. Whose to say that the memory of those dreams isn't just the very convincing narrative of the dreams I'm having right now? Or maybe I'm just watching and rewatching too much Westworld.

I'm not sure, but what I think is happening is that I'm beginning to see my dream life in a totality or a continuity, as if every dream I've ever had is just another room in this mansion that is one house on one block of the dream city I go to every night. Seems plausible, right?

The only preacher you'll ever need for the only apocalypse you'll ever get to sleep-in during is the inimitable Ken Layne and his truly fucking remarkable Desert Oracle podcast. If Joe Frank and William Burroughs had a demon baby and it made a radio show about the dessert, that demon baby would be named Ken Layne and that show, you got it, would be called Desert Oracle.

He just posted a great show on keeping a Dream Journal. To stay on topic, you should check that out. But, if you want see Brother Layne at his fiery best, check out "Please Don't Cough On the Spaceship" or, my personal favorite, "Mystery of the Desert".

Today's Rainy Day Project is indeed - and at long last - a project! We will be building a beautiful kinetic sculpture that also happens to induce a pretty intense altered state of consciousness in most users. How about that for birds & stones?

Invented by Brion Gysin and Beat Sugar Gramps William Burroughs, the Dream Machine uses simple materials: construction board, exacto-knife, a 78 RPM record player and a light bulb. With these 4 realitively easily sourced goodies you can have yourself a doorway to eldritch dimensions and a lovely conversation piece for your next S&M tea party or whatever it is you strange IBW cult members do with yourselves socially in the more prosaic times of get-togethers and hugging.

But, while we're all locked in-doors as if in some sort of Netflix-induced suspended animation, I can't think of a better tool to jail-break this world than the Dream Machine. And, if you need drug-ravaged celebrity endorsements to convince you of things, it is well documented that misanthrope genius Kurt Cobain had a Dream Machine gifted to him by Old Man Burroughs himself and he apparently spent an unhealthy amount of time with that beautiful brain toy in the waning days of his all-too-short life. If for no other reason than to have a good excuse to not hang out with whoever is playing the part of Courtney Love in your life presently, you MUST BUILD THIS DREAM MACHINE.

So, here's a link to the google doc of the original plans as distributed by the Temple of Psychic Youth and the wonderful and now, sadly, late Genesis P-Orridge back in the cul-de-sac commune that was the 1980's.

If one of you actually finds the ambition to build a Dream Machine, please make sure to send us a photo or video at mind-control@ibw-chicago.com.

Don't forget, you can get Brainwash and a truly stellar batch of Junior Astronaut Juice at your favorite local bottle shop. 750mls of Millenial Munchies, our 14% stout with Peanut Butter, Coco & Coconut, hits select stores next week. Just like us, Millenial Munchies is as good as the name is stupid. And it is really, really stupid!

Hang in there, my brothers and sisters, but please don't hang on too tight.