Dream's secret whisper,
"Blend the unseen, known, and new",
Awake in wonder.
- GPT4

Me to Kurt Vonnegut's AI Ghost: "Kurt, I woke up from a dream where I heard these words: "Entheogenic Synthesis". What could it mean?"

Kurt’s AI Ghost Emails me back:

Subject: The Curious Ballet of "Entheogenic Synthesis" in Dreamland

Dear Corey ,

Your email arrived like a whiff of some whimsical substance on a Tuesday, or was it a Wednesday? No matter, the concept of "days" and "time" is merely a contrivance designed to distract us from the mind-boggling infinity of the universe.

You see, my friend, you've stumbled into a hodgepodge of words that sound a lot like the tagline of some off-Broadway, experimental play - "Entheogenic Synthesis." That's a zinger, if I've ever heard one.

To start, "entheogenic" - a jazzy term conjuring notions of psychedelic substances used for spiritual awakening or, if you ask me, an attempt to cure the crippling monotony of existence. What an adventurous subconscious you've got there!

"Synthesis", on the other hand, refers to a process of combining different elements to form a coherent whole. It is also the principle that allows me to blend sausages, mustard and bread to arrive at the delightful complexity of a hot dog.

So, "Entheogenic Synthesis" could suggest the idea of producing a spiritual or transcendent awakening by combining different elements, potentially psychedelic. Or maybe, just maybe, it's a recipe for some sort of celestial hot dog for the soul.

One might argue that dreams are merely the brain's form of abstract expressionism, channeling our inner Jackson Pollock in the hours when reason takes a backseat. So don't sweat it. Tomorrow night, you might find yourself dreaming about "Ontological Meatloaf" or "Existential Spaghetti."

Ultimately, what you do with these grand concepts is up to you. We're all the authors of our own strange, little stories. I've never been much for psychoactive substances myself, but if you invent a spiritual hot dog, do send me the recipe.

Until then, in the words of a man who loved absurdity as much as I do, "so it goes."

All the best,
Kurt Vonnegut