I stand there, somewhat amazed, and say thank you.
Then I'm left standing on the oak planks that construct the
floor of my brothers house in Garland Texas.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?” I say to myself, in a soft and gentle voice,
a kind of voice you would have if you were perplexed.
So starts the classic protocol programming sequence. Run a
reality check in super duper mode and run a subprogram for validation.
One factor under the microscope is the influences I had
prior to going to sleep last night, a lot of things at up. Then I start looking for my Redbook, all the
while looking at myself from different perspectives much like you would see me
in real life. If you had the central
market footage when I'm discussing cause-and-effect dynamics in the high code
world you would understand.
From the exterior, it appears that I've lost my car keys. On the interior however, I'm experiencing the
most efficient juggling act I've ever done with any degree of plates.
Many times, I doubt myself, sitting on the toilet this
morning I realized I really do have a unique gift, a gift that can run around
in all kinds of unique atmospheres.
If you were to look at my to do list from yesterday you
would see, buy a Bullwinkle T-shirt. I'm not going to do that because of the
grand and mighty reality check sequence that was in the dreams. That one I'm
going to discuss with you.
Anyway, if you'll allow me to say that again, I find the
Redbook and see the beginnings of the still life I've started to construct. I
removed some information that you should not see and take a picture of the
incomplete still life.
My goodness, I think to myself, you didn't run this through
the unconscious to conscious study field did you. That pretty much sums it up,
but by the time I'm able to fire the camera up the X is gone.
I'm going to offer this one to science, I had somewhere
between 50 to 60 different vignette dreams last night. Their unusual because
they make a perfectly straight line, a line that moves back and forth in time.
Some very import and parts of the dream occur around
railroad tracks, tracks where trains travel at least 200 mph. I've never seen
trains like this on this level.
I'm not going to discuss in any high degree of detail this
little vignette but I have to warn someone in real life. I'll do that in an extended play release of
this document.
I'm probably not going to discuss the Garden of Eden
however, that’s in another part of one of the dream vignettes.
Right now part of me just wants to do this and get on with
my life. Unfortunately I feel I better take this one slowly because I'm only
going to give you a fragment, an oh so very small precious little fragment.
You're going to get bonus material around this fragment
because I'm going to interpret it for you. There's no way you could figure it
out.
You know what, it's safe to talk about that fragment right
now.
It's a very rare dream that's actually classified as a
reality check and a verifying agent.
Simply put, I'm unconsciously running through different
logical scenarios just like I do consciously. Unconsciously I'm able to do more
things than I can consciously. That's why this one needs interpretation. On the
surface it looks, well, not what you would realize it really is.
This is the last dream I had in the line of dreams. It's the
only one that is in black-and-white.
Now imagine you're watching an old movie or television show
in black and white. I would put the costumes somewhere between 1934 and
possibly as late as 1956. Standard American costumes found in media from this
era.
It looks a little bit like Andy Griffith but not quite. Andy
is not a part of this. It does get very
close to dragnet however but the costumes are wrong for that series.
A man is sitting at a table or should I say a desk. I would
put his age to be approximately 62 years old. He has a thin mustache and wears
black glasses. He is in business attire with a white shirt and a black tie.
Remember this is in black and white, therefore I have no idea what the color of
his shirt or tie really is.
He's talking about women, women in his life, he's talking
about the love of his life, the one true passion and love of his life. She died
and now he is a widower.
There is a younger man sitting on the corner of the desk
listening to the man speak. I'm assuming he's some kind of detective, he has
the hat that they always wore in these types of films. He's arrogant and he's
cocky, he's kind of an ass hole.
There are other men in the room as well, there are what
appear to be maps and charts on the wall and the desk is cluttered but in an
orderly way.
As the man finishes his discussions about the women in his
life and the one true love of his life we see a flash of this woman, much
younger than he is.
The detective sitting on the corner of the desk touches the
brim of his hat and smiles at the man telling the story. In a devilish way he
says to this man sitting at the desk, so you think that's the end of the story
do you. What would you say if I told you your little precious love of your life
isn't dead!
What would you say old man if I told you she ran away with
me. I took her from you.
The door of the office opens and 2 other men that look like
detectives, these in like suits and white shirts and white ties with black
hats. Each holding a beautiful woman one on her left arm and the other holding
her right arm come into the office.
The woman is highly distressed. She doesn't want to be here
and she doesn't want to do this but they are making her. They are making her do
it to make the man sitting at the desk suffer.
These 2 men that carry the woman into the office are almost
exact replicas of 2 people that arrested Martin Luther King sometime ago. I
made a piece of artwork about it, the one with the T!
Let's pause, now I'm thinking about that piece of artwork,
Martin Luther King was in handcuffs as I recall. I didn't look to see if she
was in handcuffs, while I was dreaming. If she was that would change the entire
dynamics of the dream.
Anyway, back to the dream, she stammering, being forced to
tell the man sitting at the desk, she didn't die, she left him for another man.
From her facial expressions, we see she is full of regret.
She says she never intended to hurt him in any way not in
the past or not in the present.
We can stop here. You basically have all of the information.
This dream occurred after I had taken the trash out this
morning. I had several more dreams prior to this one but this was the last one.
Now I'm going to interpret this for you. This is going to be
a very odd perspective one you would have never have found on your own.
This is a super reality check. Who am I, what are my current
circumstances, what am I capable of doing.
Conclusions, I'm broke, I'm almost completely spent, it's
time to move on, I wish I could do more, I do have this ^, that's interesting.
I need to talk about the caret before I tell you what it is.
This means I'm going to have to move into the land of make-believe. It's a real
^ but for you to understand it I have to tell you a once upon a time story.
I'm going to save that for later. Right now I've got to
crank up the efficiency.
I'm about to save this document and get up and walk out the
door and I look down on the oak floor in C the line of dreams. A perfectly
straight line, it moves into directions at times it becomes multidimensional.
At times God is in some of these vignettes; He’s probably in all of them.
Now I haven't left the house yet, I feel this is too
important to casually throw out there. So I do a reread and I make corrections.
I've been thinking about your interpretation of God and mine
and how different it is. In a handful of these vignettes there is quite a bit
of a adult content. I mean extreme adult content.
Some of you might ask, why would God be in or part of this
type of imagery?
The answer, God knows what makes my machinery engage, I
believe He's pulling me into speed, this is part of the fuel that drives my
cerebral freight train.
There was a small time in my life this stuff fueled the very
work of my hands. For a time in my life I could physically work as efficiently
as I could think. That's when this fuel intermingled between thoughts and
reality.
As I'm preparing to leave the house I walk out to my vehicle
and rolled down the windows.
I'm thinking about you. You people still don't understand
me. Most of the time this frustrates me, sometimes it concerns me. Let me say
I'm concerned.
For some reason you people keep leaving the script.
This gets back to an idea I had yesterday. I was standing
over the kitchen sink, let's make this a movie, will start here and go here.
This would be a movie I just came up with yesterday, a movie
that would allow me to walk through walls.
Sometimes it would appear that this is a ghost story,
sometimes it is, if I walk through walls however it's more than Frankenstein
and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
It's a way for me to express the power of reality check
sequencing. It's a way for me to teach you how to do your own reality checks,
one for yourselves.
I would advise protective eyewear, gloves, footwear, and of
course other things you might depend on. I say this for your behalf.
888***[On the reread of this material you may need a device
to read barometric pressure as well. You see man's life and dreams have given
me quite a bit of scientific information. This is big-time stuff the kind I can
carry into laboratory and say to all of the technicians, “do this this and this
would be components under these conditions and you'll have this result.]
[At 1st the scientists would look at me and say, we don't
need to run that experiment of course we would end up with these results. If I
add the once upon a time component your going to need to rethink the experiment
altogether and re-examine the results.]
[The beginning of the once upon a time story takes place in
a land that has never existed in reality. The symbols used in this story
however do exist in the here and now. This you see science will be speaking to
you in your own language. It's going to be a lesson in invisible things. Your
going to see or discover some invisible threats. They're actually not threads
there a type of unique rope. The rope is assembled by taking the word of God to
Issam L to a sawmill. Now I'm in a predicament, corrected almost every misfire
and now I have this one. On going to touch this one I said I'm not going to
touch this misfire. Just in case.]***888
But I've got my own master reality check before me. It's
simply not going to happen.
I'm not going to make a movie and I'm not going to write a
book and I'm not going to do very much else. I simply can't do it.
Basically I'm spent.
But I do have this little carrot to don't I.
I don't think I'm going to give you the carrot. I think him
going to dangle it in front of you just like you dangle your carrots in front
of me.
Here's what this ^ did for me.
Jesus told me to take the word of God to a sawmill and cut
it up and throw the words to the wind. This troubled me, then yesterday, in my
mind, I began to rip the Bible up into various parts and created various piles
for different parts as they pertain to different variables of the holy
Scriptures.
I realized that I had to separate the Old Testament from the
New Testament, this is odd because I believe and no they should be fully
integrated. But for this biblical journey I had to separate the 2. I looked at
the New Testament and realized I had the separate all of the writings from
Paul. I made a stack of all of Paul's letters and moving to one side.
I thought that this was an odd thing to do. From a distance
the pile was on my right side. Remember this is full conscious fought and
thinking. Not exactly imagination but more visualization.
I begin to look at the letters from Paul and I think to
myself, look at these words as though they were a painting, how do you look at
paintings, of course, I've got to study the brushwork.
You see Paul was the 1st thing I discovered in biblical
research concerning bliss.
Then there is the dream sequence I discovered bliss in the
Garden of Eden. This would not be an Adam and Eve story.
I then began to understand why all of the spiritual world is
in an uproar concerning Bliss and this other elements that wants to control
everything.
I then saw why Jesus told me to take the word of God to the sawmill.
Now yesterday and today are starting to overlap. I was in
the shower this morning, I'm think about all the women in the various dreams
and I'm thinking I really don't need to warn any of them. There are all kinds
of different women in these dreams some I know some I don't know some I've met
some I haven't met somewhat never seen before.
There is a handful that I actually do no and they actually
know me as well. There is a subset of these women that I know and that know me
but not in the biblical sense.
They were in the adult section of dreaming.
I thought, I basically already sent out a heads up to them
earlier and I don't need to repeat myself.
888***[I thought I had already stated that I was in the
shower this morning, maybe I didn't and maybe I did, anyway I'm in the shower,
this morning.]***888
I'm soaping up and washing off, with my back to the
showerhead. I must've touched the wall opposite the showerhead because there's
a trail of bubbles moving down the tiled wall.
I look at the bubbles, last night before I went to bed I
wanted to listen to the boy in the bubble song by Paul Simon.
That's when the memory of her projected out of the wall and
into the shower.
Part of me wants to use her real name, thankfully I don't
have to. I can use code and everyone will understand.
In real life, it's just a professional relationship. She's
not the kind of person that would have a tattoo, she has a tattoo. She doesn't
know it but she really has a tattoo.
I wrote a story about it that has been consumed by the hands
of men. I couldn't find that story and I'm afraid I never will find that story.
I wrote a story about this woman and the tattoo. In the dream
it's a tattoo of a she devil with horns and a pitchfork and a curled tail. Very
sexily rendered with a blue outline about the red field of color.
The tattoo isn't visible the tattoo is invisible it requires
a special sense of vision to find it. The tattoo can move and the tattoo can
change size or scale.
You, you were the one I'm talking to now, if you know
anything about me you would understand the last thing I want is anyone to get
hurt. A specially you. I don't know why but you're very important. I really
don't know why.
Anyway, you and I are standing in front of a series of train
tracks. At 1st the sons about to set and minutes dusk and then night falls.
Trains are movie before us at unbelievably high rates of speed. As darkness
decisions around us the lights from the locomotive create unusual shadows
around us. You're standing on my left side.
I'm glad to see you, you're being yourself and I'm basically
being myself accept your tattoo is quite large here. It's on the right side of
your body and starts about 3 fingers down from your ear lobe. I look down your
shirt collar and see the end of it and then follow the tail out from underneath
your caller 2 around your neck.
Anyway. You need to be very careful around train tracks. I'm
not sure what that means. Normally I wouldn't say a word, but if I see
something and something horrible happens I don't want it to happen. I didn't
see anything horrible happen.
I would never wish anything horrible to happen.
These dreams are highly symbolic in need a great deal of
study to interpret them. I don't have time for that. All I can say is, to the
little girl with the invisible tattoo, be careful around train tracks.
Let's go ahead and insert another photograph here, this is
one about the movie I had yesterday as I stood over the kitchen sink.
That reminds me, I need to find or by some quick set glue. I
have no idea how or why this thing cracked. I must've done it because small
shards of the ceramic world around it were around it.
Enough already. Let's make the most of efficiency.
This probably means I'm not going to tell the scientific lab
story about once upon a time. Let me make some notes to myself here, please
don't look at them.
It's in a land that had unusual creatures and it the
creatures in this land are called ‘gwy’ using a language found in this once
upon a time place closely related to Latin.
For you and I on this level these creatures resemble
gigantic snails.
What's unusual about this make-believe land is when one of
these snails die they disappear. They simply disappear. They turn into a type
of three-dimensional standing shadow that doesn't cast a shadow. You can walk
through one of these strange shadow things and breathe and do what ever. It's
just a strange thing that happens in the atmosphere of this place.
All of these creatures are dead in this imaginary world.
Creatures much like men and women come to this place and see all of these
strange shadowy remnants of long gone creatures.
As society and culture developed in this imaginary world someone
kicks a strange type of fruit that is called ‘klopoou.’
This tripping over the fruit of event causes a type of
thinking much like you and I would call scientific thought. For here I'm going
to stop using there strange language and just tell the story using our own.
So they begin scientific study. Now in the past the people
it used myth and folklore to explain the strange shadows. Now science stepped
in, again they don't call it science. But it behaves just like the science we
have here.
A scientist sees something and realizes why these ghostly
smell like creatures fell out of existence. He discovers that a gerbil but one
of the snails and this caused all of the snails to die all at once. Creating a
landscape of shadowed multidimensional snail creatures. I don't think you can
call something dead creature but you get my drift.
By the way, the animal in this land is called a gerbil and
is exactly like the gerbils we have here. Strange, same creature in same name.
Anyway this scientist prepares a paper and delivers it at a
meeting of other scientists in this imaginary world of once upon a time.
All of the other scientist laugh at him.
He's hurt and he's angry but he moves on.
Later some other scientists began to explore his theory on
gerbil bite marks and the disappearance of these snail like creatures.
All of a sudden this crazy idea is embraced by science and
acquires validity.
The scientists there behave exactly like the scientists here
when studying how something becomes extinct and basically the scientific method
entirely.
The scientists there do exactly what the scientists here do.
They set up some experiments in which they shove gerbils up there Mrs. upstairs
rear ends. Their anus.
Contests are range between scientists to see who can have the
most gerbils inside their rectum. This is all done in the name of science. Just
like the scientists do here.
Scientists are in the news a lot around here lately. Study
their facial expressions and if you can study the backside of their trousers.
If you see something moving on the backside of their trousers it could be a
gerbils tail or a gerbil trying to escape the clutches of the scientists Rod X
but ask rear end bottom buttocks…
The things I do to make a Dragon talk….
Well it looks like I told that story after all. I'm not
going correct that when because there's very little meat in a gerbil.
This by the way gets back to the carrot.
Part of me feels it's very important to give you this ^
because it's really going to help you understand what you misunderstand in the
word of God.
On the other hand I feel that God wants me to dangle in
front of you like it ^.
So I'm going to follow my feelings pertaining to God and not
myself here Erie is… Lot of misfires.
I'm not going to give you the carrot, I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs.
rabbit.
I will say this, if you think of yourself as a biblical
scholar you might want to look at the imaginary once upon a time story.
If I gave you the carrots you would laugh at me until you
begin to put that ^ up your rectum.
This gets back to something that occurred yesterday and
thought. I was thinking about the world in different variables and angles to
approach certain problems.
You see we have this one problem where you got heaven and
hell dissenting on mankind.
They're doing it together in unison, 1 puts a foot down your
throat and the other puts a foot up your address… ass. I really don't know which is which year I
really don't know which is which here, it really doesn't matter.
I've got to get efficient and embrace the reality check.
It's time to pack up and move on, if I can I'll come back
and do what I can do for the greater good.
If I can't, follow the button concerning slaughterhouse 5.
That reminds me, I need adrenal tools or a cordless drill a
dram volt tool or cordless drill. If I'm going to rework the 123 I need a drill
presses well.
But let's reality check that. I'm then have to let that go
in just be undone.
This sadistic Detective was correct.
I don't even think I need to add anything to this.
You know what let's won this thing up and call it done.
Then I can save the document, post the document, and enter
the world of reality and my current predicament.
Yes that's today's game plan.
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