3-4-19 out in deep country
On a road trip with American Simpson. He is driving and controlling a two foot long white remote control airplane at the same time. Driving very fast the sun setting casting fast flickering by shadows on the landscape past passenger side of car. He wrecks the plane and suddenly there is no car we are walking across someone's field. Big black turkeys move in to attack us. Then an angry Man, probably the land owner comes out with a rifle. He is making angry gestures I don't understand and we begin walking towards him. But he shoots Simpson dead and fires at me. I jump and spin in the air, barely dodging the bullet.
3-4-19 back country concert
Donovan takes me to a concert deep in field country, Just a few people at a nice house, Punk rock kids in their mid twenties. Punk rock band shall play, Meanwhile I talk to the guys there, I find someone;s smart phone and I play music on it, including Arroyo by SWA, They know every song by any genre I play, They offer me the crumbs and sugar powder from some friend dough fast food treat but I didn't bring my insulin. They are selling weed booze and meth but I buy nothing. I consider getting weed but something doh't feel right, Like they will insist on me smoking it all with them, it will be bunk, or a short count /they are trying to get layed by the few chubby Women here but they fail.
3-10-19 Night ride
I am outside in the parking niche of my old trailer. Where the trailer was is some burnt parts. Twisted long metal parts. Jeremy pulls up and tells me to get in his car. i do but he don't say where we are going, He drives into Wichita, We go to a lineman sub-station. A small building about a third the size of the average house. Your nephew works at this one he say, He says a bunch of hateful things about him although they have never met. "Check lthis out". We are in the yard of the building but rather then go out the open way we came, he goes around back. There is a plastic fence there. You lift and slide it to slide it back to go in and out of but Jeremy just drives over the fence, leaving it flat and damaged. .He drives on through the area paranoid the cops are going to get him for his act of vandalism After awhile he drives up to a big house divided up into seperate rental spaces. There is a full sized but red plastic couch blocking the end of the driveway. He hits it and forces it forwards, A homeless Man. Skin all grizzled and bumpy is sleeping there and the couch is smashed into him. Enough to hurt but not do serious damage. The gives us a unhappy look and he gets up I lose track of him. My eyes are not working right. A Man and Woman meet Jeremy half way up the stairs, They greet him and we are walking to their home. But my eyes are not working right and I keep losing and regaining track of them.
3-12-19 Damon goes mad
I am hanging out on the farm with the sandwich crew, But Damon is acting insane. The grounds have sets up for some public holiday thing. 'Damon and Andy start wrestling around Somehow they climb up a set, a grey white round set on the back of the storm shelter. Looks like the moon.. Damon comes out holding 'Andy's severed foot in one hand. Damon's other arm is managed and bloody. His hand is severed. It happened so fast. In shock I ask how the hell he managed to lose a hand and sever Andy's foot. "Because I'm on drugs", Damon said walking right up to me with a blank look on his face. He tries to attack me and I keep grabbing him and pulling him down.He seems to have no balance. Damon walks away very quickly., the others appear.I tell them to call 911. They seem confused, I repeat "Seriously call 911.Damon is walking towards him and I tell them not to let him get too close. "I'm checking on Andy", I tell them. I worry that the cops when they come out will find my stash but I am more concerned with Andy's well being. Behind the moon set up is a new green dumpster. Andy is beneath some towels. Andy has no head, a bloody torso and legs is under the towels
3-14-19 Colorado
I am in Colorado with the members of the sandwich crew who have moved there. Its about 13 years in the past. They live in a huge house on a hill that resembles a burial mound. A police officer they know is yelling up from the bottom of the hill that he wants to come in a talk to them. They agree and suddenly the massive enclosed porch we are in is flooded with cops. They know the crew has been selling weed and they search. But they don't find very much. They decide to leave without an arrest. A member of the crew gives me a powerful weed extract he describes as a moderate hallucinogen. I take some and I feel wonderful. I roam the city happily and in wonder over every detail.
3-14-19 Native America
A group of Native Americans are in the house giving a presentation on their culture and history. Dad is alive and taking it all in with great interest. We are very close in the dream. He invites me to get us beers from the fridge. He others me as many as I want to drink which seems odd, normally he would want to limit that since I;m diabetic. I hesitate but in time I get us both a single beer. The Native American presentation is still happening but now it's much larger scale and outside.It's very emotional.I get very close to the people giving it. A couple young Men with wide hats from the group stand so close the brims of the hats rub against my head. I try to position myself out of their way by leaning oddly. One Native uses a handmade bow to show how they hunted and he seemingly accidentally shoots an arrow into the wall inches from another Native's head. He apologizes and the other ones it was a good shot.I feel like I am getting too close but at the same time like they accept me because they feel that I am part Native myself. A older Women tells me words to say to a young Native Woman I pick out for romantic purpose. I feel awkward about doing this though. I wander threw the crowd that now is mostly Native American. Many good looking Women there but I don't get up the nerve to say the words to any.
317-19 crossing south field.
I am walking across south field in the morning. The house in the middle of the grounds with farther back from the road. Near is but on our land I find a key holder with a key. Faded blue from years of sun and weather. I leave it and go on. A whole has opened where someone has buried a jar with what was is either weed or shrooms set up to grow underground, I am at the back corner nearest the farm. There is an electric fence set up for cows. I try to bend low and make it under the thing. The big thick wires of the fence stick to me and I have to get them off. But I am not shocked.The farmer must have forgot to turn the fence on.
I made a few people from England and we hit it off really well. Couple or three very sexy women are among them. We're hanging out the farm I'm giving them a tour of the farm almost seems like Drake runs majestically. We decide to move in all of us today storm shelter and make it really nice. Hey I'm falling in love and vice versa with this beautiful black-haired British woman. She's very cool but she has bad migraines. So she did self surgery and removed her eyes cut sections of this strange orange spongy material at the back of the eye in 2 slices and squeeze milk from the back of her eye socket and then everything and she looks good and she still can see just fine.
8-1-19 My odd home
I live in this white building that resembles a hospital or school. It's part target store. The target shop sells marijuana products and incense. Also gift items. Kansas has legalized it here and very few other spots in the state. So it's pretty crowded with shoppers. The items in the boxes and bags are confusing. I pick up what I think it a 8th of weed but its incense.The cashier says I have to get to the side of the line along the counter so people can make they're buys. They sell the flower, and concentrates, edibles and health products but nothing is clearly labeled. Everything in psychedelic containers. The hallways are like those of a hospital. There are beds to sleep in lining the walls of the halls. My bed has staff equipment piled on it, so I move the stuff onto a different bed. I walk down the sidewalk beside the building wearing my khaki cut off shorts and barefoot. Cracked dirty sidewalk, dark dust. I pass by a group of young black tough dudes and hope they don't fuck with me for being barefoot they don't. At the end of the sidewalk is a abandoned collapsed stone building. Probably constructed in the 1950s, Turn around and walk towards the building I live in. I see a huge white oppussom with a dome like head. It flees into a hole in the wall. Walk around the building, its on the street corner to the sidewalk on the other side. There is a strange vehicle there for street work. I has massive stone blocks in the middle part that can be raised up or lowered to the ground. The controls are under the truck. I lower the blocks but they will not stop going down and I cannot get out from under in time. But I don't worry about it and the blocks lower flush to ground on me and I am still not hurt. I can pull myself out and I am just fine.
Back in the building I walk by the weed shop and no one is in there, it's after business hours. I see that door is open to the shop and the weed box is standing open. I could probably just walk in and grab some of it. But I would be doing in on camera. I run into Eric Babb, more conservatively dressed but looking just like he did in the 90's. He wants to know where the bed area is.I lead him to the hall but a massive sticky spider web blocks the way. I use some building equipment to clear the web away.
I have a family beautiful wife. Got a good friend who also has a beautiful wife and a family. But we get involved this woman who is apparently a witch or something along those lines. She is overpoweringly controlling and she manipulates us to have sex with each other's wives and twenty-something aged daughters. All the time she is sucking our life energies out draining the whole family like batteries.
The remnants of my old home around The Sandbar of the pond. But every weekend the children play on the farm and get into my stuff so I decided to take it all back. I've got it bad with pillows and blankets and I hold the stuff back into my room at Mom's house.
It is late night I hear male voices outside I look out the window. Since it's darker inside it is outside of the Moonlight they can't see me. There's about eight males probably in her early 20s dress, like Reagan gypsies but also appearing to be young man who rely on their parents family money to get him by. They'll have walking sticks. And they are trespassing they appear to be drunk. Islip outside and go around the garage they're unaware that I see them and I can track them. They go around the side of the garage to the storm shelter some of them have headbands. I can front one of these young man who is standing up after bending over to stab one of my kittens to death with a silver carved knife. What the fuck you think you're doing I do end. He just gives me his cock he look like he's got a right to do whatever the fuck he feels like. He is not intimidated at all it is difficult for me to speak above the volume of a whisper but I do it. I tell him the cops have already been called I've already called the cops. He says I don't give a fuck what you do then he walks off. I come after him but he has vanished on with the other guys
I am at Kevin Becker's place. I am tripping on LSD. I got some more and me and Mike Ducharme are going to trip together. Kevin would trip but he's got a migraine or something and he is sitting his easy chair holding his temples I'm going to meet up with Mike on a side road off of Tyler. It's kind of confusing where to park and there is a zoo there.
8-27-19 same dream again
Always waking up to the same dream over and over. I am driving a car and Tonya is riding. I suck her tits, fuck her. etc while listening to Led zeppelin and other bands I play on cassette tapes in car stereo, fast forwarding the tapes til music I like is on. Same dream for days, its getting boring by now. .