X dreams 2017

1-17-2017 Ikipr's advice I am talking to Ikipr. It seems like the room we are in is one ran through one of my phone apps. Now the bricks are a soft tan with black outlines. The room seems to be somewhere underground but it is very clean. He advises me to not binge too fast through the soundtrackings of the Foundation Day 2017 recordings. Something about burning out or becoming cognitively impaired being likely results of too many tracks recorded per day.

1-17-2017 ruins past shelter belt

I am at the end of the shelter belt that borders the north end of the farm. There is a dry pond there on someone else's land. Just on the other side of the shelter belt. In this dream is has a Mayan or Aztec look. It is raised and lowered levels made for ceremonial and agricultural use. The areas below ground level were once under water farming water digs. All ancient ruins now but now as old as you would expect. Rather than a thousand years old it seems more like three or four hundred years old.

2-6-17 Shoe Soup.

Governments have fallen, Federal and state. I am in a city. Signs of damage from a past conflict. A tribal society has formed. Sex is easy to come by. The Women reject no advances. I am feeling up a warm pretty young Woman. We are hungry and there is nothing to eat. We are boiling shoes to make shoe soup. I form no bonds fuck a pretty Woman and move on without a thought. We sleep in piles.

2-11-17 Changing the narrative

It is a political world. As a non-Christian person who does not believe that all the wrong in the world is a result of the billionaires not having enough money, me and my people are smeared and demonized. In fact, the whole reality space as been somewhat hacked by manipulative hands. I find myself in a twilight state and in this state I find I can commit the crime of reality hack. I start bringing things back into an honest true narrative. I created stacks of these blue rectangular semi-mega stones. These mind generated stones are filtering the truth back into the world narrative. It brings back the simple truth that liberals tend to be HARD working people who do not believe that only church going bitches are the only good people. People who actually care about the common human rather than worshipping the wealthy as holy agents of God no matter who they exploit and destroy to get their big dollars. I know that by doing good I am breaking rules that some other hand as hacked into place. A strong feeling but by doing good I am breaking all the laws. That by getting the tight grip of a religious intolerance machine off our throats I am a villain. A nasty piece of work I am for protecting the water we drink from being poisoned, and its working. I know I am the most evil human around for my letting hungry kids go to bed with filled bellies. Evil X on the job.

2-15-17 The other white people

I am seeing all these white people who are as ethnic as they can be. As different from me as they can. So many different faces noses, chins. A wonderful magical variety of white people races I have never seen before. Probably based on the fact that my one third breed grandma looked so different to me as a child but it was a "dirty family secret" that we are mixed raced. So I wondered as a child why her nose was like that why her skin was darker why the high cheek bones. My only logical conclusion as a kid was she was fucking far east European, on the edge of Caucasian.

2-18-17 When aliens attack

I am hanging out with Scrim in my back yard on the other side of the shetler belt. I hear strange video game like sounds. I look up in the sky and I see these blue lights. A pattern of them. The lights flash across the sky becoming a huge mass of transparent blue like a single cell organism. Within it brighter more solid lights can be see. "Do you SEE THAT?". I ask Scrim. I am pretty sure I am looking at a space craft. Scrim sees nothing. The lights streak closer and they plummet down much lower right at my trailer. The ship projects blue squares of light that streak for hot red blues. The trailer is hit! We are inside it and we run outside. The trailer is a blazing fire. I keep screaming "Oh fuck!" The trailer is built like my last one was. The kitchen on the other side. A solid wall of fire. "Everything is gone! My fucking insulin is gone!", I scream. We are in the shetler belt. The lights come back a couple fires shooting fire at us. But the fire just goes a bunch of random places. We are not killed. I keep trying to talk Scrim into going into shelter w me. Tami shows up at some point and we are back in the trailer. On bunk beds. I keep hearing odd bits of video game music and people talking with words I can never understand. But the three of us are the only people here. Another attack and me and Scrim run outside so we will not be trapped in a burning trailer. The earlier fire is out and only the outside walls show any small details of being burnt. When I run I feel so tired, my legs can't move right. We are behind the trailer now. Everyone standing around confused. My father and sister are here. I tell Sc "That's my father but he is dead. I talk to dad. "I inform him that he is dead. He just grins and shrugs his shoulders. Another attack everybody scatters. My sister is leading him briskly off around the corner of the trailer. I feel he is safe with her. I tell Scrim to run for the storm shelter. But he does not follow me and I lose track of him. I am going at the speed of a slow walk while the space ship descends making more fire. I am terrified but I cannot walk. I fall belly down to the grass on the east side of the storm shelter. I cannot move but I am somehow sliding forwards slow. I make it inside the storm shelter. I hold the door mostly closed but ready to let Scrim in. He never shows up. I hear louder video game music past the garden. I look there and I see a massive yellow wheeled machine with a long "snout" like cone in front of it. It is coming fast and I go halfway down the concrete steps. It bumps the storm shelter as it goes by crushing everything in its path. But the way it was going it should have flattened part of my home and I hear no sounds of this happening.

2-18-17 toys

There is a new right wing toy company that sells racist toys to indoctrinate the kids into white supremacy and worship of the rich and to be keyed against any laws that would protect the environment. So I start up an upstart toy co that takes the opposite take. Punch a Nazi games. Games that mock the church. Sexy bisexual toys. Whatever fits a leftist agenda to piss off the right after I get sick of them putting out all the Nazi toys and saying no one else has a right to an opinion.The toys wars continue with ever more rude and offensive card games, board games and all sorts of toys. In the end, I began making killer drones that fly around picking up right-wing radio signals and killing everyone is the house. Drones that look like jumping jacks that fly under people's tires to flatten their tires while they drive at high speed causing horrible accidents. Card games to left biased that the players who longer hate all Arab people. Seven-foot tall blue kill bots. Good Times.

2-22-17 Ikipr brings the topless girls

I move to a Park City trailer park. Outside my new home I see a porcelain doll sitting on the porch. then it moves. I see it is alive and can talk. I take it home. then meet the mom and kids who live there and return it. Now in trailer i am looking at the stone polyhedron dice I have carved. Ikipr brings over about five flirty topless beautys. We mess around a little with the ladies. When the ladies live one of them tries to steal my stone dice but I catch her. Ikipr has to hold one steady while I frisk her to get my dice back

2-22-17 Sleeping lion

I go outside my mother's bedroom. The steps are steeper there now. I see a mountain lion sleeping on the lawn. I am amazed but it's a big beast about 220 pounds. I try to quietly back into the house without waking it. But I cannot move. I realize this is not a mountain lion at all! It's a full tilt 350 pound African lion! I keep trying to get back into the house. My feet will not move. I lean forwards at a 90 degree angle trying to move. No luck I am not going nowhere but the belly of the beast if it wakes up.

2-23-17 The great weed

American Simpson comes over with a hip crowd of his co-workers and they all have the best weed I have ever smoked. So many strange kinds. Like a weed called "Ham" that looks like red pieces of cut meat. So cute sexy girls among the friends. This weed set never met me before but they seem to really like if soon as we do if not before. But I am so high I have to lay on the floor. I cannot sit upright. I cannot think straight. I am a baffoon trying to keep up with their intelligent conversation but just saying stupid shit. I wake up from this dream many times and here is the craziest part. When I wake up I am extremely high but I have not been smoking and I, in fact, have not been smoking except when Simpson comes around with some. Yet really super high, euphoria on waking.I feel so good I lay back in bed enjoying the beyond full body high til I fall asleep and resume the dream. I resume the dream somewhere around 14 times. I even go to a crazy building where they are buying this weed from a store. A gray market semi sorta legal for now store. The shop keeper looks like Breitbart the deceased alt right activist/journalist. Turns out by subscribing to the store's services you get massive amounts of this power weed for 9 dollars a month! I made a game out of cut up sheets of paper for maps events and characters and I sell it there. I was so high I forgot to write instructions. The game makes no sense at all. I ask if anyone has been checking it out. He nods but then backtracks and says "No one pays it any mind". They sell super amateur art projects the subscribers make. The building the store is in is a massive one. A building on the near future. At the end of the dream phase of the dream that recall the hip crowd are going to hang out at some friend of theirs. They dug me at first but I am boring, just laying down skipping most of the smoking rounds for being too out of it. One dude who likes me the most and a lady give me 8th ounces of the great weed. One 8th looks like ordinary high grade but the other looks like a bunch of fat white strings.

2-23-17 The facebook dancers

New feature on Facebook. Your video image projected into a pop-art scene with live sexy dancing Women. Famous stars get to be in the actual studio and have the real dancers around them as they blog with their mouths. The whole thing is repugnant to me and it pisses me off.

2-24-17 A confusing sort of a mold

I go to my family's house. It is different much larger with two stories. The children have all these interesting little figurines that have subtle variations to them. Made from a rich colored shiny plastic. I ask what are there? There are lots of them, houses and larger objects too. These are objects made from molds I am told. I am excited by the idea! You can make all these variations with a single mold and have them come out these bright and seamless! I ask to see the molds the figurines were made from. I am shone the molds. The molds are just 3-D figurines that look just like they others. "These are not molds, you can't get a 3-D image from pressing the plastic around them". I say but they are somehow. I am confused what it is, how?