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Vimana – Dreamin’ (2022)

January 14th, 2025

A few years ago I released several songs under the name Vimana with producer AmoralPhat40oz.

Dreamin’ is a song I wrote about all the strange adventures we embark upon while we sleep. I wanted the song to sound and feel like a dream in the sense that it can quickly and unexpectedly switch scenes or moods with no explanation.

Lyrics: Particle Don
Music Production and Mixing: AmoralPhat40oz

I’m dreamin’. I’m DMTin’.
I’ve left the earthly plane of existence.
Now I’m in the clouds, laughin’ real, real, loud,
but no one is bothered by my sound.

I drown out external stimuli.
Don’t need no light to see with my eyes.
My brain will override anything
that don’t have to do with this dream.

Now, the scene just changed, and I’m in a maze,
and I’m with my brother and Krypol Haze,
wearin’ Starter jackets, Tampa Devil Rays,
and they can’t hear what I’m tryin’ to say,

because ’round the corner, not far away
is a framing saw hanging from the wall,
and it stands so tall, it’s incredible,
and now all three of us roll bowling balls

down a real long hall, and I take a draw,
and I make what I saw in my daytime slog
a personal movie tailored right to me.
Sunny or gloomy? I’m the one choosing.

I’m a lucid kid, never growin’ up.
Never puttin’ up with dumb stuff. Chillin’ with buds
when I’m in a dream state. Extreme great state.
Never wanna wake, never wanna clock in at 8.

Never wanna leave. Never wanna stop this dream.
Never wanna truly know where I’m going.
Just wanna keep floating. Spacin’ out, zoning.
Now my next dream scene is mind blowing.

Here we all are. Hangin’ out with GWAR.
Got my best friends and family at the dab bar.
Many people I only now remember
from school and work, we gather all together.

Now we’re dispersed in a building with hallways.
Reminds me of my middle school days.
Walkin’ from room to room. A common dream theme.
Wandering. Now we’re all at the Gathering.

Outside. Everything’s gettin’ live!
You got people on this side screamin’ to the sky.
People over there not givin’ a care.
I swear I often travel here.

And it seems so clear. Like I’m lookin’ in a mirror.
Showin me myself from a perspective
near and dear to my higher mind. “Sub” conscious.
More like “Above” consciousness into bliss.

Into a state where I stare into my soul.
Gotta stay mindful, during this time while
I’m in this dream. I’m smiling!
I’m piling memories into my mind sea!

Now my brother and I get up and fly.
We just shoot to the sky and cruise for miles.
Don’t matter where we go.
We control our speed (velocity), loops n’ rolls, and rotation.

A strange location
has caught our eye as we fly by,
so we swoop down at the drop of a dime,
at the very same time. Surprised to find

an ultimate wrestling tournament.
Danny Havoc greets us. Leads us to our seats,
just when Tyler Becker, Robert Trail,
and Robert Stoneware show up outta nowhere.

Next scene. In my PJs at work.
How did I get here? Sittin’ in a shirt
with a stain and a tear. Haven’t combed my hair.
My boss sees me, starts screaming.

This dream tells me I’m afraid
of pissin’ my boss off every single day while
I slave to make wage coin chunks.
I’d rather behave like raged oi punks

who do their thing. Don’t care ’bout critics.
Now I’m in a gallery, wax exhibits
of moments in my life. Flyin’ a kite.
Takin’ a bite of somethin’ cooked real nice.

I walk the hall, get emotional,
I see scenes from times I wanna recall
in a VR sim. Like the dream I’m in.
Drinking with kin. Jack, beer, and gin.

Drink a toddy with grandma.
Smoke a pipe of somethin’ nice with grandpa.
Play a game of golf with my other grandpa,
and my other grandma, gotta hand it to ya,

’cause you are so nice. And you fight with might.
Lived on a barn where cats ate mice.
Now I’m on a beach with Andy and Mike.
Playin’ Fresh Baked tunes, cookin’ steaks just right.

Record dreams? In HD?
Is this something we can achieve?
Capture them in 360°.
Put a headset on; experiencing

your personal movie from your last nap.
Saved on the workbook in your lap.
Saved as an MP4 file.
Will it happen soon? Will it take a while?

Will it happen at all? Maybe it won’t.
Maybe it will, it would be a thrill.
Maybe we think we need it, when we get it, we don’t.
Maybe we do, it could help me and you.

The very best thing is to have a dream.
The very best thing is to have a dream.
The very best thing is to have a dream.
The very best thing is to have a dream.

The very best thing is to have a dream.
A personal 3D movie.
Will it be groovy or moody? One time, I saw Judge Judy
tell a man he had to prove he

didn’t eat a bowl of Tutti Frutti ice cream.
What a nice dream. Minutes later, I saw mice sing.
Might cling to these memories like lice on protein.
But I think I might just scream.

It’s a nightmare. Time for a scare.
Like the witch from Blair, lurkin’ ’round any place.
Anywhere. Any time demons singin’ when I’m dreamin’
is a time I wanna wake up and leave

n’ secede from sin, but I’m now trapped.
In a nightmare, and there’s no turnin’ back.
Satan makin’ a wise crack. While I drip tears in my lap.
In a seat I’m strapped,

and I’m in a giant vat of Nickelodeon GAK,
gettin’ lowered down quick. Damn scared, that’s a fact,
but I change my mind frame, and my surroundings
have no choice but react accordingly.

Now I’m super happy, according to me,
and all I had to do was see the possibility.
Set it spinning. Light energy overwhelms me.
Desire to leave fear compels me to

change my scene in this complex dream
just by thinking ’bout happy things.
Just by ending my misery,
my mind is clear. My soul is clean.

My heart is full of inspiring things
that’ll carry me during my waking hours.
Giving me powers that few
take the time to tap into.

I’m gonna do it, dude! Sick of stress.
Sick of work gettin’ the best of my efforts. Makes my head hurt.
Sgt. Pepper would never accept this.
Put on the record. Learn life lessons.

Don’t do me like a Blue Meanie.
Brian Heffron in a yellow submarine
with some ooo-weee and a wrestling DVD.
Spinnin’ in circles, puttin’ frames on a screen.

Explaining parasailing
while salivating over somethin’ in the oven baking.
Making sense when slowed down and studied.
Like wrestling buddies.

Cardona will fill you in
with a YouTube video. Mark Sterlin’
and Myers. They are hires
on my dream card. Takes place in Tommy’s backyard.

EOW (Extreme Outdoor Wrestling). Fling my buddy through
wooden boards and cardboard boxes.
Pound ring posts into the grass.
String hose ropes up, have a match.

Interference from the IFB (Incredible Frog Boy)
caused this match to have a schmoz ending.
Yes, funny. Yes, fun.
Got a CD of music for the entrance.

Is it wake time? Please, no.
Gotta hold on to every last mo…
ment. Wake’s imminent.
Dream time, me time, plug me in.

Is it wake time? Please, no.
Gotta hold on to every last mo…
ment. Wake’s imminent.
Dream time, me time, plug me in.

Is it wake time? Please, no.
Gotta hold on to every last mo…
ment. Wake’s imminent.
Dream time, me time, plug me in.

UNUSED LYRICS AND IDEAS

to a state WHERE i STARE into my soul
Gotta stay mindful, during this time while
I’m in this dream. I’m smiling! I’m

piling memories into my mind, see?

strap a saddle
on your dream horse, run a fast haul.

not rememberin’ where you went

Where should I be going?

Now we’re all outside. At the Gathering

when I’m under the covers.

great hallucination

list of loud things
#10 – FRAMING SAW (82 dBA) …
#9 – BACKHOE (85 dBA) …
#8 – BELT SANDER (90 dBA) …
#7 – FORKLIFT (93dBA) …
#6 – NAIL GUN (97 dBA) …
#5 – CONCRETE SAW, ELECTRIC GRINDER (98 dBA) …
#4 – BULLDOZER (100 dBA) …
#3 – JACKHAMMER (102 dBA)

like
those received from my ears and eyes.

…I can’t wait to hallucinate. All the
psychedelics that I need are in my brain. All I
gotta do is lay at the end of the day in my
bed, pull the covers up to my face.

The
very best thing is to have a dream. A perso
nal 3D movie. – Will it be
groovy or moody? Will you see your buddy
Stewie or your aunt Susie?
Will you plant a bush or a tall tube tree?

Will you get lucid and start controlLING the
dream? Thomas Browne in the 17th centu-
ry wrote about it in the Religio Medici

Now the scene changed, ridin’ a bike –
during the night throught a pit of spikes.
I say yikes, my body fills with fright.
….Feels so real, that I just
might start talkin’ in my sleep.
Wish I was back to countin’ sheep. Not a
peep from my mouth, but my mind’s all-out func-
tioning like an awakened scene.

it just
might as well be real as hell on wheels

Now I’m no longer here where I gotta pay rent
or deal with Earthly existence.

Now I’m in the clouds, screamin’ real, real, loud.
No one is bothered by my sound. But I drown
out the last remaining traces of
Earthly existence during these moments.
Particle Don – Feedback Loop (2022)

January 14th, 2025

In 2022, AmoralPhat40oz linked me up with a rock band called Ask An Adult. The resulting track became known as Feedback Loop, a song about maintaining a positive outlook on life no matter what your obstacle may be.

Music: Ask An Adult
Lyrics: Particle Don
Audio Mixing and Artwork: AmoralPhat40oz

Imagine. A savage.
Sleepin’ in the dirt, eatin’ nothin’ but grass shreds.
Roughshod, untamed.
Takin’ mass meds to quell disembodied voices in his head.

This is the man in the next apartment.
Don’t need a reason, he’ll just fight and start shit.
This is the man rootin’ through your garbage.
Lookin’ for a disk or a Genesis cartridge
to pawn at the Record Exchange.
This is a man with a lot goin’ on in his brain.
Goin’ on a monologue like Sami Zayn.

Standin’ near a barrel with a flame.
Warmin up his cold hands, tryin’ to burn away the pain.
A lifetime of battlin’ against the grain.
Just to make what amounts to nothing more than shake.

Nothing more than a stray crumb on his plate.
Many years, clocked in at 9 and left at 8.
But tonight he will eat dinner alone.

Gotta give it to the ones that gave it all they had, just to
get swept under the rug, just like that.
It would truly be sad, checkered like plaid.
It would truly be sad, checkered like plaid.

Take the time to give back some way
to those that sacrificed their days.
Gave what could have been for what we were given.
Thankful for every moment that I’m livin.

Grateful for my family and friends.
Without them, life would be borin’.
I’m explorin’ every possibility I see worthy,
because the things I perceive are

manifested by my thoughts and actions.
Gainin’ traction with every new connection.
Every new idea. Tassels flyin’ in the wind like Rocky Maivia.

Think, therefore I am. Got a plan, man.
Change my world with every thought and action.
Don’t get caught in a feedback loop of
negative thoughts and derogative tunes.

Never get caught in a feedback loop of
negative thoughts. There is more to you.

Brainstorm things you would never pay for.
Picture those that every day wanted more of the
things you could never imagine.
People out there do things that you couldn’t fathom.

That’s why you gotta focus on ways you can
blaze new trails, give well-due praise to
those that raised us, no matter the dangers.
Love rangers make positive changes at

any opportunity. Focus on unity.
Enjoy impunity and active immunity from
poison thoughts that prevent progress.

Draw from experience with style and finesse.
Play chess with your demons, make their cheeks blush red.
Yes, we just said drop the pain and stress, just
breathe deep in the two lungs in your chest.

Take a step back, give it another hack.
Think about what went wrong the first pass.
This time, you will succeed at last. And
if you don’t, you’ll know you gave it your best

You’ll know that you gave a damn. Threw it down and
slammed what you had on your notepad. Every
transaction. Put your thoughts in action.

Take the time to give back some way
to those that sacrificed their days.
Gave what could have been for what we were given.
Thankful for every moment that I’m livin’.

Grateful for my family and friends.
Without them, life would be borin’.
I’m explorin’ every possibility I see worthy,
because the things I perceive are

manifested by my thoughts and actions.
Gainin’ traction with every new connection.
Every new idea. Tassels flyin’ in the wind like Rocky Maivia.

Think, therefore I am. Got a plan, man.
Change my world with every thought and action.
Don’t get caught in a feedback loop of
negative thoughts and derogative tunes.

Never get caught in a feedback loop of
negative thoughts. There is more to you.

Never get caught in a feedback loop of negative thoughts.
There is more to you.
Go explore the zoo known as the earth.
Our planet is worth more than the dearth it’s given.

Now it’s up to us to take back power.
Move the needle of progress.
Vote with your wallet! Vote with your wallet!
Never support those who habitually transgress.
Vimana – Beyond Bizarre (2022)

December 26th, 2024

Above you will see the lyric video for “Beyond Bizarre”, a song I recorded in 2022 with the group Vimana.

Producer AmoralPhat40oz made the beat, mixed the song, and compiled the video. I wrote and recorded the lyrics that describe a story of a man who is brought inside an alien spaceship for reasons unknown. He struggles to understand what is happening and why he was the one chosen.

LYRICS

I woke up. Couldn’t move. I was stuck.
Is this sleep paralysis? It’s messed up.
I’m laying on a table with a bunch of bright lights.
Last thing I remember, went to sleep for the night.

Now I can’t move. Can’t scream, but I want to.
Try to. No, I can’t say I approve
of this state that I’m in. This paralysis.
I’m dreamin’ with my eyes open. No grin.

Much to my chagrin, I’m layin’ on a table.
Aliens around me, I’m not feelin’ stable.
Greys. With incredible brains.
Operating on a frequency range

that is rather strange, now I’m feeling deranged
as the aliens say things I can’t explain.
Everything to lose and nothin’ to gain
as I await my fate. But yet, I feel no hate.

I choose to embrace this new stage
Make the most of the worst type of fate
to get captured alive by creatures that you
can’t explain. You’ll go beyond insane.

I abstain from negative thoughts as I try
to look around and find a few spots
that could let me out of this spaceship.
But now I’m gettin’ shots in my neck, fadin’, seein’ dots.

Time for an encounter of the third kind.
Visions and signs that my mind can’t unwind.
Feelin’ so blind, yet I can’t unsee
these life changing scenes when I sleep. Terrifying.

Technology that defies all laws.
So far ahead of us, that we can’t catalog what’s going on.
Gotta stay strong to remain sane.
Gotta maintain a stable brain frame.

Wake up in a room with hybrids.
Horse bodies with human heads.
Alligators with chicken feet. Centipedes that
reach speeds that you wouldn’t believe.

I proceed to leave, but I’m greeted by a being
starin’ at me intently. Now I’m scared.
Froze. With nowhere to go.
Wish I was back at home watchin’ a show on the TV.

Believe me. Now I’m facing
something only seen on a television screen.
An alien. I still can’t comprehend
this situation that I’m currently in.

When will it end? Will I wake up?
Or is this real, no makeup? No fake stuff?
I hate bluffs, so if this is real, take us back to home.
Please stop this great fuss.

Wakin’ up with scars and a vivid recollection
of what I saw in the saucer. Still couldn’t believe
what had happened until the next week,
when I relived the nightmare within my dreams.

Every time I blink, there they are.
When I scream, sound don’t go far.
I’m human caviar, and I’m in the stars,
gettin’ scarred, feathered, and tarred.
Best believe it’s beyond bizarre.

One night, while drivin’ my car, I saw lights
from above the trees. They shot me with a beam.
Now I’m flying towards a ship unwillfully.
An unlucky abductee.

Now I’m driving again, I’ve got glowing skin,
and I have no clue what to do, where to begin.
My soul eaten for no other reason:
Chose by those who live beyond perception.

Time for an encounter of the third kind.
Visions and signs that my mind can’t unwind.
Feelin’ so blind, yet I can’t unsee
these life changing scenes when I sleep. Terrifying.

Technology that defies all laws.
So far ahead of us, that we can’t catalog what’s going on.
Gotta stay strong to remain sane.
Gotta maintain a stable brain frame.

UNUSED LYRIC CHUNX n’ NUGGETS

ships thirty FEET across.

Next
thing I know, I’m back driving with a subder
mal fluorescence

Captive by aliens. Label
me insane. Right now, I’m not stable.
GRAYS. With incredible BRAINS.
Operating on a frequency RANGE

that is rather STRANGE, now I’m feeling deranged as the
aliens say things I can’t explain.
Everything to lose and nothin’ to GAIN as I a-
wait my fate. But yet, I feel no hate.

can’t blink, and I can’t
unSEE, these THINGs

But

and encounter of the third kind.

…The creature looked me in the eye and implied

What do I do? Go against the GRAIN? Try to
run aWAY? No. I think I’ll play a-
long. Now the alien is singing a song. It bring
tears to my eyes. I feel like I belong in this

place. This time. This frame of mind. This
experience that is one of a kind. Now the
creature looks me straight in the eye, and im-
plies

Go a-
gainst the grain

choose – to embrACE this new stage
Make the most of the worst type of fate – to get
abducted by creatures that you
can’t explain. you’ll go beyond insane.

Hate isn’t great. -Disassociate-.
Hate isn’t great. It disassociates.

Try to scream/but a single muscle won’t move.

Here I am. A
way from my friends. A
minute ago

Camped
out, saw the stars from a telescope lens. Now I’m
sittin’ in a UFO

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Vimana – Dreamin’ (2022)

piling memories into my mind, see?

Particle Don – Feedback Loop (2022)

Vimana – Beyond Bizarre (2022)