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If you are looking for details about this project, the experience, and the nights itinerary, please see The Glitch Dreams Rave Introduction. Note: This is an ART first event with a focus on connecting your art/photography or NFT collection to this experience via a unique story and card collection.
Quick Breakdown – What to do Next?
Finish reading the story below and see how the art of previous collectors/artists has helped shape the story.
Be on the lookout for future surprises and remember, there are only 100 cards! Sure, some have more editions than others but all cards are important!
Intro.. in case you missed it.
You are up late in the hands of your television, heavily entrenched in the thralls of boredom. Click, Click, nothing on, nothing good anyway. Why the hell did I drink that coffee so late you think to yourself. It sounded good at the time.
You’re just about to get up and grab some water when the TV emits a startling high pitch screech sending your body into a state of alarm. The picture on the television starts to glitch and you see an image of a party with dancing, vivid lights, and strange people. The fine hairs on the back of your neck stand up as a heavy blanket of static electricity washes over you. Then everything returns to normal.
You finally find sleep but your dreams are plagued by flashing lights, chaotic dancing, and the thumping of loud music. When you awaken, you find yourself lying on your kitchen floor, the morning sun beckoning you alive.
It all felt so real, was it? The night, the people, the taste of sweat and the brush of raging bodies against yours. Did it really happen?
You look down and, in your hand, you’re still clenching some type of card. When you flip it over, electricity shoots up your arm and you are immediately transferred back to a moment during the night.
You turn over the card in your hand and feel a surge of energy rush up your arm. You immediately have a vivid flashback from the previous night.
In the memory, you’re standing in a large old industrial building with a partially open ceiling where the rain is entering. It’s dark but equally alive with energy and light. A few feet from you, a man spins fire as a woman passes on tall stilts.
The ground shakes with the sound of music. You can feel the beat, heavy, but also for some reason, muffled, as if you are underwater. People are shouting and laughing all around you having a good time.
Maybe you were too, you think to yourself as your eyes catch sight of what appears to be a flyer littering the ground. You bend down to pick it up, and upon further inspection, realize it’s a playing card of sorts.
The card is printed with a peculiar face image and has some text underneath.
Before you can even begin to make out what it says, an odd fellow dressed like a wizard is suddenly yelling in your ear. He too sounds muffled, but you can still make him out.
“No way, I can’t believe you found one!” he shouts over the loud music. “Just be careful,” he continues. “I wouldn’t keep it in your wallet for too long!” [Character Introduction: Wizard: Open]
“My wallet”, you think to yourself. What the hell is he talking about? You just nod your head in agreement as he pushes a drink into your hands.
“Don’t worry, good fortune always finds those who share the experience.”
“The experience,” a voice opposite your shoulder interrupts. “Ha, at the expense of who’s fortune?”
You turn to see a girl dressed like a mushroom standing before you. [Character Introduction: Mushroom Girl: @basicsitch]
Her eyes lock with yours, and then leaning toward you, she abruptly starts to glitch. Suddenly she’s in your ear.
“The wizard wants the cards, he’s been trying to collect a full set for years,” she whispers. “Keep the card.”
“Excuse me, still here,” you hear the wizard behind you interject.
The girl dressed like a mushroom exuberantly pushes you back, “Now then, tell me, have you seen the Glitch King, or the Queen,” she continues. “It’s your imagination after all.”
Then playfully grabbing at the air she produces a small colorful mushroom before your eyes.
In this same moment, the music spontaneously erupts all around you as if you had just pulled your fingers from your ears. It’s an immediate assault on the senses and then all at once, you’re back on your kitchen floor.
You pull yourself together and up off the kitchen floor. The card, it’s gone you suddenly realize. You scour the kitchen floor with your eyes, then your hands, then the floor again. Just then, the phone rings.
You hastily pick your phone up off the kitchen counter and answer, “Hello.”
It’s your therapist.
“Good Morning, did you sleep in again or did you forget we had an appointment at 9 am?”
You glance across the room at the clock and realize it’s 9:18 am.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry, I was, I was just,” you try to find the right excuse but the “why” is quickly absolved by your doctor.
“It doesn’t matter, please go connect and we can start, we have about 40 minutes.”
“Sure,” you answer while scrambling to your computer. “I’m jumping on right now.”
It seems like the computer takes forever, a long silence settling in between the two of you. Finally, your therapist breaks it.
“I’m going to hang up now, see you in a moment,” and then she does.
When she first appears on screen, she’s a good distance from the camera seemingly going through a file cabinet. Her black slender form-fitting dress feels slightly off from her typical business attire but you quickly dismiss it.
People are doing things differently these days you muse. Everyone is working from home. People have other lives. Maybe she has plans you start to ponder and then her shape quickly advances upon the camera.
First, her legs fill the frame and then, as she goes to sit, her face.
“Good morning, are we ready to get down to business?” she says with a bright smile.
“Yes, sorry Doctor Lam. I didn’t sleep very well I guess, kinda had a rough night.”
“It’s OK,” she assures you. “We ended our last session discussing your art and a renewed passion so to speak.”
A slight cough causes her to pause for a drink of water before continuing.
“You said it felt like you were emerging out of the darkness and into the light. That’s good, tell me more about that.”
Location Card Introduction
Location? The Dark Recess of one’s mind where ruminating thoughts linger. Inspired by @AnnyMauss collection.
Card Status: In the Making
Anny Mauss goes by Vee on Twitter. She is an extremely talented artist/photographer and builder/helper in the community. I can’t wait to work on a card inspired by her collection, Out of the Darkness into the Light. https://opensea.io/collection/vee-v3-1
“Well, it had been a while since I really created anything,” you begin. “I used to paint a lot, mostly abstract stuff. Faces I guess but I quit everything for a while.”
“So, what brought you back to your art?”
“Well, I was going on hikes with my friend,” you answer. “She said I need to stop ruminating in my thoughts, get into nature, exercise, you know, that kind of thing.”
“Your friend sounds smart.”
“Yeah, well, that’s when she told me about something called NFTs,” you start to explain. “She said I should try it, that it was like a new avenue for artists to market and sell their work outside traditional paths.”
“I see, I think I heard something about that,” Dr. Lam replies. “Some pretty big sales, lot’s of money to be made.”
“Well, yeah,” you respond. “Definitely some big sales but it’s not really the norm. I’ve only made a few sales for a couple of hundred dollars,” you explain. “Still though, it’s been helpful in other ways. I’ve met some really great people.”
“That’s good, sounds like you are finding your community.”
“Yes, community,” you confirm. “Plus, making a sale, even if it’s small, just feels good, gives you some extra ambition.”
“For sure, validation, hard work paying off,” Dr. Lam agrees. “I actually looked at some of your work,” she continues. “I love the pallet of colors you use, so much expression.”
“Wow, thank you, I didn’t realize you have seen any of my work.”
“Well, it’s my job to do the research so to speak,” she answers with a smile.
“Yeah, I get it. I guess I put all my social profiles on that questionnaire,” you reply. “I’ve been working on a new collection the last couple days, something a little more…”
“What about the book?” she interrupts.
“Book, what book?” you respond, completely oblivious to the reference.
“You know the book,” the doctor presses. “The one on the floor at the end of the hall?”
You turn around as if to scout the location around you for a book, maybe down a hall except you are in your bedroom. There is no hallway.
“I don’t remember mentioning a book,” you answer turning back to the computer and to a very new Dr. Lam sitting before you. In a matter of seconds, her appearance had changed drastically, and startlingly so.
Her face was now heavily painted with colorful makeup, her lipstick caked on profusely and fixed to her teeth and smile. Even her eyes seemed to be of a new yellow unearthly color.
“Oh come, stop playing games, you know I’m talking about the book you were reading at the bar that night! What’s it called,” she pauses for a moment before continuing. “Oh yeah, Self-Made Millionaire by Peter Völk.”
You try to process the information but it’s hard to think past her alarming change. Even her dress and hair are now a disheveled mess.
“The bar,” you question as an uncomfortable feeling washes over you. “What’s happening,” you hear yourself whisper.
“Remember, you told me that we all have to do our own research if we wish to restore order to the universe,” she continues. “Our Universe!”
You then watch her slip one arm through the shoulder of her dress. Perhaps an attempt to restore order to herself you think. Then, the next arm follows and suddenly she’s slipping her dress down off her shoulders.
“Sex sells,” she continues. “It’s as true as the sun, the stars, and the moon.” She then stands up, her dress falling down to her hips where she continues to help it along until it’s on the floor.
“So, we going to Ape in or what?” she asks flirtatiously.
Just then the screen flickers and starts to glitch. When the image returns, Dr. Lam is sitting at her desk, fully clothed. Even her face is normal again except for the concerned expression.
“Are you OK?” she asks and from the reflection in her voice, you can tell, it wasn’t the first time asking.
You assure her you are fine but she still looks concerned.
“What about the dreams,” she asks. “Are you still having these reoccurring dreams?”
“Sometimes,” you shake your head yes. “I mean, sometimes they are not reoccurring I guess, but they feel real and somehow connected. Like maybe, they are different parts of the same story.”
You watch Dr. Lam write something down in her notebook and then start to fumble through her desk drawer as if looking for something.
“We have been doing phone counseling sessions for a little while now,” she begins. “But, I think I would like you to try a group session. I’m going to send you some information to your email,” she continues. “Please take a look at it. I think it might really benefit you.”
The rest of the session continues and ends before you know it. As you close down the computer and exit into the hall, your eyes immediately catch sight of something strange. It’s a book, on the floor, at the end of the hall.
Cautiously you approach the book and pick it up. There’s something peculiar about holding it in your hands, something very familiar. You run your fingers over the cover and read the title aloud, “Self-Made Millionaire by Peter Völk.”
Lost and Found Card Introduction
Lost and Found: Self Made Millionaire Book by Peter Völk
Card Status: In the Making
I must say, Peter is an Enigma to me. He came out of nowhere and collected what appears to be his only NFT, Stereo Trance on ConibaseNFT. His last Twitter post before announcing the purchase was years ago. The only thing on his Coinbase profile was “Selfmade Millionaire” and so I went with it. Like I said before, it doesn’t matter if you are an artist, collector, or completely anonymous, I will find a way to fit you into the story!