I 1-4-15 House.
A big black house. Me and a large group of loosely connected friends hang there. Seems like its part of our jobs or that we are doing some sort of production there. Later I am there alone. Some of the rooms seem haunted or evil. Its a little scary being here alone.
I am on the great wrap around porch when sounding hits the house hard, cracking some walls and nearly pitching me off the house to the lawn before. A Man is in some super huge house breaking vehicle that way over sizes the biggest combine. I ask him what the fuck. He says that he is here to modify a couple rooms away but while he is at it he might as well destroy the whole house and crush me as well. I don't know you I don't benefit from You he rationalizes. He begins ramming the house and I am thrown off. He is trying to push the house onto me to kill me. He can push the house forwards as fast as I can run. Parts splinter and fall away but the big house is together enough to kill me and I cannot seem to get away from it.
1-15-15 missile GPS
I went to sleep thinking about the Boko Haram. I dream I can teleport anywhere. I have a plastic gun that fires GPS trackers. I can suddenly appear at a key sport shoot a evil Man with my gun teleport back and send a missile to explode where the GPS tracker is without the Man having time to cut his tracker out. I am killing off scores of terrorists and bad folk in general this way.
1-25-15 Big God in the wind
I have as of last summer adopted the theme of God or Gods is plastic or paper caught in a fence or tree branch and flapping in the wind. So in my dream I am wandering the farm late at night in the windy chill cold. The shelter belt close to 61st street where the redneck people live has a huge almost Man sized sheet of ripped white plastic rippling in the white like a synthetic shroud. They have a big god! I think.
1-26-15 power object
I am looking for an object. Some sort of quasi-magical device that is both a weapon and a tool. I settle on a single wooden clave. This clave is wrapped in a iridescent green plastic wrapper. A odd thing hard to guess where it comes from. But my best guess is Asia. It has red ribbons wrapped around it and cross-hatched all over the outside of the wrapper.
1-2-15 Geode
I'm walking down a dirt road. Its drizzling and the ground is muddy the wind cold. I find a flat chunk of geode. I have found this pieces before in waking life. Strands of brown clear white and red in crystal patterns. I'm very excited with this find.
2-1-15 geek dude
I am in a store and I see this geeky dude I used to work with. Thick black glasses brown clumpy hair. I don't really want to deal with him so I will him to be someone else. Subtle changes to nose lips and face shape and he is someone else. A stranger I can ignore while hurrying about my day.
2-1-15 Photo-trip. I am riding in Art Scott's Car. We are in Colorado, the mountains. He is driving some truly frightening paths with no fear or sense that we could be killed. He is going down cliffs so sheer the car goes into free fall. We made it but how the hell are we getting back up it? A series of death and gravity defying moves. Art does not even hesitate when the next scary area is to be somehow driven past.
2-25-15 Blanket weather
A odd collection of people gathered for some unknown reason. I don't have any clothes. Naked under a yellow blanket. At some point I find some jeans and a shirt I can wear. I am outside the great building now. The winds are roaring, a haunting sound. I am taking the clothes into the tall corn field which its stalks swaying i the harsh winds. The winds tug at the blanket, lifting parts in the air, as I walk by a pick nick table that grade school girls are sitting on. They complain that they could see me naked when the wind blows. The second time. I tried to keep this blanket closed around me dammit.
2-25-15 Gathered
People are gathered in this great building. A sexy feeling in the air. I remember being excited by this big tall blond Woman. Later I see this pretty Asian lady around 32. She comes over and sits next to me. Leaning against me and it feels great. I cup one hand over the curve of her hip. Later she wanders off and I think how nice it being close to her.
3-10-15 Jock assholes
I am in a building and having to deal with the jock assholes I went to school with. I have dozens of clay sculptures that I have made in this room and Alan Woodard picks one up and says something like "Look at these shitty clay crap some little no talent kid made. The other jocks start picking up pieces treating them roughly. I stand up in a rage, there's about 12 of them versus one of me and the odds look bad but they are going to fucking respect my property. I order them to put the pieces down. They start smashing pieces to floor or against the wall. Tiny shards of clay shrapnel in the air. I pick up a short clay tool that I can use to stab with and I pinch Garald's cheek hard, leaving a welt as I press the tool to his belly ready to plunge it in.
3-12-15 Charge
I am running full speed with a group of Men into some sorta of conflict.
3-12-15 I'm staring at you
I check facebook and a young lady has posted "I'm staring at you". I was like, cool.
3-17-15 in the field
I am in a field and I am pressing myself into the ground trying to stay warm. Brutal cold and finally a warmth comes. I am haning out with some of the Sheridan house bohemians. Two or three guys. Two cute girls. Little Teresa and Daman are there for a bit. I do something wrong and a big conflict erupts in the group. A couple start arguing and the dude is being a over bearing asshole. I start thinking I shaLL HAVE to kick him out or beat him up. He is finally screaming at the girl while holding a strange antique film camera. He punches her full in the face. I stand up and demand we as a group throw the prick out. No one will back me up on this.
3-18-15 cold field
I AM sleeping in a cold cold field. I have a blanket and someone sleeps on at each corner of the blanket to warm me.
3-18-15 ruins of a space ship
I and some others live in the ruins of a great vast space ship that is still flying threw space. Only no one is at the wheel. I spent the dream exploring the place. But strange creatures become more and more common. Finally, all dressed in a star treck like out fit I hear the heavy massive foot steps of something mean and huge that walks on two legs. Me and another Man take off running. Trying to get away. I am keeping a little edge on this run. Shutting one round door behind me as I rush away. The foot steps seem to be going wherever I am so I squeeze threw a narrow portal into the inner workings of the ship, into total darkness and the sound of grinding gears and cogs. Hoping I will not get caught up and ripped to shreds.
3-23-15 Black metal martial arts
I learn the art of Black Metal martial arts. Its based on the frequency of metal bar that's been painted black. No one has ever struck anyone with the form because to work it you have to stand prone for several minutes building up a car crash comparable impact. But the odds a fight in going to fall into place during this motionless stance s limited. It feels good all that power drawn from the earth and up the spine in a surging power one shot attack.
3-29-15 Colorado orgy
I am in am parents cabin in Colorado. My cousins Mark and Allan and there. Lots of young people hanging out. I am in the farthest away room and they have slide the door shut to the rest of the cabin. I open the door and cousin is fucking some chick and beyond that several other sex acts are taking place. At first my cousins move block me from the orgy but I push past them and confidently join in. Vary detailed realistic sex. I can see the wet smooth tightness of pussy as I thrust.
3-30-15 Tonya among the crowd
There is a massive crowd of people gathered in a vast building. Tonya is among them and we flirt a bit and she ends up ignoring me. So I decide to do the same, just as long as our lives continue. She obviously wants be to bang my head against her faked indifference but I shall but be bothered with all that. I meet some new girls and form short warm relationships with them.
4-1-15 The Protest
I am having a hard drive driving my car. There is a protest ahead. Angry shouting conservative looking Men holding empty protest signs that look more like clubs. They piss me off, blocking traffic to scream their angry rant that I cannot make heads or tails of. Yelled orders and unintelligible rage. I wait impatiently pissed off they are impeding my plans for some vague agenda. A Man begins gripping his protest sign near bottom end with both hands and ramming it into my cars hood over and over. Leaving dents. I stomp the gas and the car surges forwards knocking him down and a few others aside. I know I have just committed a unforgivable act. Both in the protester's eyes and those of the general public. You never run your car into a crowd of people for any reason. the crowd is enraged. Many many Men close in ahead cutting off the road with a wall of bodies. Men running to the car. I grab one Man's shirt and stomp on the gas pedal going backwards this time. My plan is to pull him off his feet and drag him. But its too hard to do so I let go. The road is free going back the other way and I take it and escape.
4-2-15 Animal Spirits
I am in Grade School. We go to a special educational thing that is different then any regular class and with a outsider teacher. She teaches of about Jesus, but some kids like me are she teaches of a different path. Mine is of Animal Spirits. I work with her a little on thins but nothing comes from it and soon we are all sent back to our home room and our normal teacher. - -4-16-15 Voice mail
I missed a call. It's Tonya and she says she wants to have sex with me. The message is from an hour ago. I know if I call now her husband will answer so I can't get back with her about it.
9-27-15 shoes
I go to work as normal but when there and on the clock I realize I forgot to put my shoes and socks on. I am barefoot and working. The rooms are oddly narrow and the workers seems to to more walking and hanging out in varyoius rooms then anything else. I am worried I shall cut or injure my vulnerable feet. 10-7-15 3 A M bikes
I am sleeping with my window open. I am woke up by the sound to two motorcycles coming down the drive way. I look out the window. It looks like two fourteen year old boys riding in. They go behind the garage out of site and idle. I go for my rifle. It takes a bit to find it and it is broken like in other dreams. It is broken in half an I can't get it to line up right. it takes a lot of time to hold it together so it can fire. I see the kids taking off up the lane. I decide to fire a warning shot. I do. One of the bikes goes down. I can't have fucking shot him I think. I go outside. The kid just panicked and crashed now he is begging me not to kill him. I can tell this kid is a lying worthless asshole by the connish ways he talks.
12-10-15 Babylon Sisters
I only recall hearing the song Babylon sisters by Steely Dan playing in this dream as a hip soundtrack. The music a little slower and more dreamy then the song on the album. Fuzzy details. A fallen over pass or bridge. A great stone wall blocking everything but a small space I go through. Something like a alternative but similar world beyond.
1-13-16 Slave
I am in Maize Kansas. I am made into a slave by a crazy couple that lives there. I am in a house under the city. Houses there typically have mini-dungeons, some of them connected. I escape threw a passage threw the dungeon but I end up at another's mini dungeon and again am enslaved. Its another couple. The Man says I will not be a slave forever because they fill at some point kill me. As I go about my tasks I search for a weapon to kill them with. I finely get my hands on a small sledgehammer. I beat them to death with it and am happy to do so.
2-5-16 Audience
I am hanging out in a ruined once grand building with about ten young ladies. They like and accept me so much I can masturbate right in front of them. Some watch with interest others just relax and talk like its no big thing. But my cock feels soar and I am tired so I stop and just hang out there with the ladies. I also wander about the ruins. Debris all over the floors. Walls rotting out.
2-6-16 Weaponized worms
I am talking to a friend about our mutual friend Arthur Anderson. Arthur is all about money and has low morals on how to get it. I mention that he selling powerful metal armor to these giant underground earth worms so that they have defeat the Human race and take power. I explain that is no good for anybody, not even for Arthur Anderson.
2-7-16 Cuz
I go to my cousin Tim's place. Its a re-accuring dream theme. Used to be that he asked me to house sit his place while he is away for some unclear reason and for some vague amount of time. Weeks or months go by. He is still paying for everything remotely. That series changed over the years to I am still over there wondering if I can go back home and be discharged from this responsibility. And he would rush by suddenly on some busy errand after months. Without and word and out the other door before I can catch up and question.
Now is the new turn in the dream series. I just go there because I am weak or sick its nearby for me to rest and recover. Or something is blocking the way home so I go there. In this dream I go in the upper street level door I normally use. My cousin always uses the much lower door on the other side that opens to a valley. He is clear he has been here recently. That he may be here now in fact. Recent dirty dishes in the sink and such. I want to hurry up and do whatever I came to do here. I can't remember why I came here in this dream. What my goal was. I realize he is not home so I can take my time. His big Tv is on. Some washed out looking mostly sepia movie with dull greens and transparent blacks.
2-8-16 Frolicking
Some asshole gains super human powers and decides he is going to take over. Me and Gerret, aka jazz dude and another Man unite to take him down. Garret has grown his hair out and made into a tight afro perm. Lots of sexy girls like us in the great building where we shelter. We have fun running around frolicking. At some point I am pushing the other dude around in a shopping cart when I loose control and smash it against the wall breaking dude's neck and killing him. Now or victory is not so sure...
3-11-16 another society break down
Society has broken down and the folks who remain are reforming it. During this dream I hear fade to black by Metallica playing. A massive building. some pretty girls I make moves on but none of them like me at all. There is a talking dog that annoys people. I am riding in a indoor vehicle that's kinda like a golf cart but stout and heavy. The talking dog is laying on its side blocking the hall and singing "I have lost the will to live, simply nothing more to give". I wonder if dude who is driving is going to be able to get around the dog, or if he shall have to stop and move the dog. Instead he crunches right over it. The dog flattens out where the fat tires roll over and it is obviously dead. "I guess that takes care of that.", I say. Then I am in a room where several are gathered working slow on lazy on forming a new society. A couple Men in silver suits are doing work in here. Careless sloppy work. They fuck this crazy too tall rooms great column heating engine up, it shakes and then falls nearly crushing folks. The Men are checking their watches as they descend in a little elevator. Its obvious they are taking this great shelter new society building down on purpose.
3-13-16 A morning walk
I am waking about the farm and its morning not long after dawn. I end up walking down tyler road tot he dead end looking for rocks. I is too early to see well but I walk anyway, At the dead end of the road the road is all mostly dried mud that curls inwards. I decide not to walk that last bit, Random objects in the ditch as I walk back. Books magazines toys. I am back and by the side of the storm shelter. I see a odd and grotesque life form that was pushed up from the ground like a root. Its a tendril with spiky bark. I touch it with something and it activates. Going from finger length to the length of my arm. The bark comes off it as it pushes forwards. I try to get away but there are thin sapling trees blocking me from escaping. The ten trill strikes me with poison spikes. My grand nieces are playing outside. "Help!" I ask, The ignore me and continue playing,
3-14-16 Loads of sex
I am in the great endless building where the rooms are full of people lounging about. I openly have sex with several ladies.
3-15-16 Girl friend
I am back in the endless massive building I keep dreaming about. People hanging out. rooms with over a dozen people sitting on the floor. I meet a lovely brown haired young lady and we instantly hit it off. At some point she says something about Why don't I just lay on her. I do and the crowd ooohs and giggles in scandal and joy. We become a tender loving couple.
3-16-16 The election
There is a election coming up and people are getting aggressive about it. The gov says people cannot have signs for their party anymore because it causes violence. But they mainly focus on liberals and stopping them from speaking or gathering. At some point many libs are locked into this great white industrial building. Not allowed out. I make friends with this little liberal girl who is locked in without her parents. One day we are on one of the many silver ladders/cat walks that give access to the doors three floors above. Someone is sealing the doors so they will be air tight, making all in the building die of suffocation. we realize its Donald Trump trying to kill us. I kick the door open, which is something that can only be done when its being sealed and I escape to the outside world with the girl. I re-establish people's rights to say what's one their minds, even if what they say apposes Trump.
3-17-16 Visiting cousin's home
I forgot most of the early details. I was with some friends who only exist in my dream. Its cold we are far off from my home and there is problems with the car. My cousin Tim's place is not far off from here. I go there. Its really messy when normally its very clean. Objects all over the floor., Plates of food left on counters. In my re=accuring dreams he is not here. I have a key but the door is unlocked. There is a skinny black guy in here. I said "Hello", Surprised the house is not empty. I asked the guy if he's seen Tim. "Whose that?", He asks me, then he moves on. There is also a couple other guys hanging out here. They seem to just drift in and hang out whenever they feel like it, uninvited. I find a whole bunch of CD;s in fancy bright cases that are a series of album reviews I have done myself in the past. I was not aware that I had made such a professional series. I play some. The music sounds so good! I re-,mastered them myself. I turn his TV on and see porn. I get excited. I feel like rubbing myself off. But the porn excited fades fast with every magazine or video I play. Also people are randomly wandering into the room I'm in so its a uncompleted act.
3-18-16 Kids
America's children have been observing what is happening in this election year and they decided to take over. They take over easily and now they set the rules. They improve things in general but they don't know enough about the world so things improve but they in general only get 5% better.
3-20-16 Her foot
Yet again I am in that great building where people lounge around. I am talking to this pretty lady. She is around 48. She is in a old hand made looking tan dress with brown box like designs. One of her feet has been amputated. She says it was healthy but she wanted it off and preserved. I pick up her severed foot. It feels like a living foot, its incredible how well it has kept its color and texture. I ask her later if she really had it removed because she wanted to keep it like this. She says "No". But she seems a little unsure about it.
3-29-16 Movie event
Me and American Simpson go to some big movie/event. He drives. realize I forgot to bring my phone and I feel vulnerable. A huge wild crowd, mostly teenagers are attending this movie/event thing. We walk up stone worn out Mayan pyramid style steps into a artsy building. I openly touch young girls beautiful breasts, they seem to dislike the public groping but they do little about it. I nearly clash with a few aggressive boys. There was little booths and tables selling things in the halls. I buy two strange devices from the 90's that have something to do with making videos with crazy filters. One small skinny teen boy in a fringed brown jacket pulls the plastic sack with my buys from my hand and he runs, cutting nimbly threw the crowd with a impish bratty grin. I yell and chase after him. It's a huge building designed for cultural events. The odds of finding him seem really low. But I do and I grab the little bastard putting him into a painful hold and telling him to give up the stolen goods. He is reluctant but he has no choice. The bag is back in my hands. On the the film. A massive room with a balcony, All wooden with wood over a hundred years old. Faded aged looking wood. I remember they showed some films but nothing about the films. When its over I see that American Simpson is nowhere to be seen. And he is my ride home. People are leaving the place and I feel a strange pressure to leave too. But how to I find Simpson? Out to the parking lot and I decide to go to the nearby shopping mall to check out the cool things they only sell on this side of the city. After walking a few blocks I realize that I will never locate Simpson now.,He won't know I walked off and I don't know my way back. I decide to call him but I remember his number. That's cool I have it in my wallet. But when I pull out my wallet its empty. Nothing at all in it and the wallet looks worn out and damaged like its been turned inside out. I realize I don;t have my phone or anything at all in my pockets. There are cars parked beside the road that have been there so long they are completely red rust and they have lost their original shapes. I see the road is fulls of breaks and holes. In one hole there is what likes like an clear arrowhead. I pull it out. Its not a arrowhead but a stone worked looking crystal with a vague blue black fuzzy shape inside that my be a life form preserved inside it.. I wander into this strange artsy store the has no doors. Just a double doorway open to the outside world. It's a place that specializes in art for Women. Its very busy, lots of middle aged ladies checking things out. Several employees about. Including a Man working on a strange table/machine that prints scrolls. I see a pretty lady about 47 with a long strap purse over one shoulder. We talk. She says she is looking for a phone. I say I am too. We search the store but they don't have a phone. I say I am looking for a phone but I have no money. She gives me a vague sympathetic look. I know if I push and manipulate I can get call money from her but she don't want to part with it and I leave her alone. I wander back onto the street alone.
4-7-16 D & D
Me and Duane go to a massive role playing gathering. Like a mini convention that's held in a big brown wooden house. There must be around 90 high school kids here. It is lead by a kind lady who seems very nice and dedicated school teacher like. she has long brown hair and is about 56. We had where to go how to start. We head that way but Duane is walking much faster and gliding with crazy skill threw the teen packed rooms. I lose track of him and I don't see him for the rest of the dream. My mood goes bad and I am no longer really interested in playing a game. I am more about the culture I see here checking it out.
7-7-16 Mountain lion
I am outside in the Kansas field country rural land. A Man next to me excitedly says "There's a mountain lion!". He points out across a dark green tall lush corn field waving in the breeze like water. There is a group of deer in a panic, jumping turning running every direction as dark brown coyotes flank them. I don't see the lion at first. Then I see it, on top a deer's back biting its neck.
7-15-16 The Rolling Stones entourage
I am traveling in an over long huge bus on 61st street near the race track. Walking down the road in the other lane is the Rolling Stone's entourage. In their 70's the Stones are still wild and perverse. Mick Jagger is carrying a little foot tall Man he brings along like an animal mascot. He is trying to pull the little Man's pants off and the guy is yelling and struggling not to be exposed. Another Man getting the pants treatment warns that everyone will see his erection if they don't stop.
7-15-16 Patrick
Patrick was a co-worker about my age who came into work reeking of booze. He got fired. I am in a big building that is a mix of my workplace, a hospital and something else. A lady behind a large clean desk informs me he died. I think that is awful and sad but she happily tells me she and me co-workers are glad that he is dead. He used booze and drugs and he did not deserve to live.
7-15-16 Christian complex
I am on Facebook live somehow. I am in a building. I am drunk and hazy, woke up that way. Confused. Where am I? Is this my home? Don't seem to be. I am in a large wooden building with many rooms. Seems old and constantly lived in. I meet some of the people that live here. They are Christians. They welcome me as a new and permanent member of their community. I am looking for a way out. So many rooms. One room is a teenager's room. While in it I find a mostly empty bag of kind bud he has stashed. I fold it up and stuff it in my pocket, seems hard to force into my pocket. I find a couple brass pipe screens I shove in as well. I finally find the way out of the great building. But it's a series of other buildings connected to buildings with no way I can find to escape. Get out of a building and there are walls to other houses blocking the round out. I don't want to get caught stealing the three bowls worth of dope I have taken but fuck these cult fuckers. At some point, I take a piss on the floor of the great Christian complex building. I consider fucking a young Christian lady but their souls smell funny. After what seems like hours I finally find a way out into the outside world. I am at home. But my home is my bedroom at my parents home where I lived decades earlier. I feel stretched thin and weak. The mother fucker I stole the weed from comes in my room. I back off my bed and fall weakly to the floor, dude pisses on me then lays on me. I feel like I am going to suffocate.
7-16-16 Military grade golf cart
I am riding in a dark green super tough military grade golf cart that's on the farm. American Simpson is driving. I space off into a deep well of thought and I am oblivious for a while. My orange and white kitten is riding with us. When I regain awareness the golf cart is a mile and a half from home on the road. I have no ID or proof of insurance on me and in Maize that means I will be arrested if the police see the street illegal golf cart. The kittten is missing and so is American Simpson. I am angry. Where is my cat? I look around and I don't see American Simpson anywhere. I turn the cart around and start driving home at full speed. I must get home before I am caught or I shall be busted and it will cost me too much money to straighten the whole mess out
7-17-16 coyote selfie
I am in Colorado in the national forest. I am taking a selfie with my phone. I see in the screen behind me two coyotes trying to sneak up on me. They are orange and white with fluffy hair like my favorite kitten. I turn around quick and they rush off disappearing into the trees. One of them makes a second appearance trying to go around and sneak up again from behind. I try to get pictures but I can't get the phone to focus quick enough. Suddenly gets almost completely dark and I have no idea where I am. I climb up the cliff side and I see a hole that is probably the coyotes den. Now it is so dark and cannot hardly see at all. I think I am going to need to call the cops or someone to rescue me. Those coyotes may kill me in the dark.
7-19-16 Random visit to a random Doctor's office
At first I am riding w Donovan in the dirt road country then we are walking. I look for cool rocks. I see where the road scoops down into a deep ditch what appears to be a square rock with ancient carvings on it. I pick it up. You always find the cool rocks Donovan says. There are two of these ancient tablets stuck together like a sandwich. I open them up and there is a bundle of dollar bills including a fifty. Maybe 240 bucks all together.
Next, I am riding in a car with American Simpson and Mom. Simpson sees a newly opened doctor's office and he wants to check it out so we do. I don't really see any point but he is all about it. There are freebies on a desk and I find an awesome accessory pack for my phone. The patients there seem strange. I remember a black family whose son has a strange convulsing head condition, he shakes in quick unnatural looking jerks. We hang here for maybe twenty minutes and I am more than ready to go. For one thing, is seems like the phone freebie pack is too expensive to really be free and I want to make it out of here before someone stops me. Plus it is super boring here. Somehow Aunt Margie is here. She wants me to go into some other room to get weighed. I am impatient and I just want to leave but I go in with her. A weird guy with light brown curly hair is going down a hall to see a doc as I get up. I think he looks like a crazy drug addict. In the other room Margie steps on this folded up the white square machine and it unfolds into a weighing device. I stand on it. "Perfect weight, 165 pounds the machine says. "Weigh yourself again says my aunt you didn't do it right we didn't get a weight or information if you weigh the right amount. I lose patience and scream that all that's covered yelling fuck loudly. We go back to the waiting room. American Simpson is nowhere to be seen. I wait about forty minutes and there is no sign of him. I tell Mom it's time to get the FUCK out of here. That crazy looking guy comes of a closed room gripping a handgun. He points it at us. Then he smiles to show he is only joking. It's not a real gun. She says we have to wait for Simpson to return. I start screaming at the top of my lungs " Fuck him its been over an hour now and he walked off without a word. He can find his own way home. Mom insists we wait. I start screaming Fuck as loud as I can hoping that causing a scene will make he want to leave but she can't be budged. Ok I shall call him and if he don't answer we are the fuck out of fucking fuck fuck fucking here. She will not stop talking and as long as she talks I cannot concentrate to understand how to use my phone and my rage grows.
7-20-16 Working for Trump
I am hired by Donald Trump to organize and keep track of stock in a warehouse he owns full of valuable goods. The is a government audit coming up and I am worried because part of my job is to hide or low count things to Trump pays less taxes. The feds will probably uncover the whole scheme.
8-22 16 Brains exposed
A right wing Christian asshole in a nice outfit wants to push power and control onto me. To make me suffer so he will feel better. The object of power is to feel power. You feel power by making those below you suffer. Enjoyable. But things go wrong when he tries to fuck with me. I instantly explode into rage and beat the fuck out of this prick. He ends up on the ground with his brains sticking out of this broken head for his trouble and I am glad to do my part for freedom.
8-25-16 phyic sociopath
We have an enemy and this bastard has mental powers. Confined to a bed barely able to move but he can do horrible things with his mind. I work in this modern super high rise building where rich folks move enough money around to buy a south American country. I have a son in the day care center here. Me and a friend are in the hall of this great tall building. Evil dude is here too somewhere towards the top and hard to get to. At some point I am in a room and I see my son's tiny foot ball outside the window some ten stories up. No one could have put it there but the evil bastard and that means he has either already done something to my son or is fixing to. I run down the halls towards the day care center in a panic. The evil bastard is making the suit and tie people who fill the halls walk into my path to slow me down.
8-26-16 Stocking used books
I am at work and the xmass season is in full swing. I am stocking endless used books on the shelves. Over stocking them. Trying to fit so many books on the shelves they may explode out. Many of these books I am thinking about buying but I don't have time to check them out much. An earth disaster as the over stocked books want to fall clearing a shelf. I get a co worker to help me keep them together. It takes 3 or 4 hands to do it.
10-27-16 South field sand
I am in South field and rather than after harvest scrubbish the ground is sandy like a beach. Where the access dirt road single lane path was is now a sand wall as tall as the power lines that where here.
11-06-16 Monsters
Both our presidential candidates are literally inhuman monsters. They don't even look like Human beings. I point it out to Ikipr and he only sees one monster and one saint who he thinks will save the world. But they are both evil monsters and I cannot convince him the other monster is any kind of threat at all.
11-7-16 Convestation pit
I am hanging out with Ikipr. He has an old hand held video gaming unit probably from the early 1990's. It looks much like the unit described in Steven King's book, "end of watch". A round gray machine with strange thin triangular plastic parts coming out. Looks kind of like the death star from Star Wars also. He says he is going to rig this 8-bit toy into a modem that will allow internet cruising. I don't believe it for a second. It don't have what it takes to become an actual modem I say. But he works on it awhile and sure enough it's a modem now. A really slow modem but it really works. He lives in a strange house. fairly large. The most interesting feature is the "Conversation pit". A huge living room with edges lined with long comfy couches. The rest of the room is descending levels of square ridges like a temple of something. Made of dark stone with water running down. This dark stone descending levels pit has water running down to a small pool at the bottom. Suddenly this is not Ikipr's place but my friend Pokey's home. A whole bunch of girls live here too. All of them cute of with flaws, buck teeth, bad skin, etc. The girls are sprawled against me on the couch and it feels good. I am not sure if they do this out of a causal closeness or if they want me. But I have the strong feeling if I touch them they will call me a weirdo and flee. The ceiling has a open sky light/grate and a light sprinkle of water comes down it into the pit. Pokey says there are snakes coming down with the water. I look and sure enough I see the occasionally snake falling from the air to the pit below. One lands right by me. A almost arm length brilliant red snake with red roundish spots. It coils and hisses and me and I know it's going to bite. I try to dodge the strikes but my feet and hands are bound with surgical bandages. One of the bites gets through. The snake has really long teeth and it bites deep into my right hand. Vague memories of wandering around the big house. The floors are scattered with carved stone animals. Pretty old but no ancient. Very well done. Some of the animals are semi-transparent glass or crystal.
I am a tough old police officer full of scars and trying to find out what happened to my estranged ex-wife. I ham at a huge hotel with a friend. I am going him all these scars I have from being stabbed and shot in the line of work. On the stairs I interview some foreign Men. Probably east European, Turkish maybe. I am pressing a Man for information on my ex and he refuses to speak about it saying it is too horrible what happened to her and the details would destroy me. I still press him and he slaps me hard and leaves up the stairs. I know who is involved in her horrible death at least. I decide to kill him. My friend is nowhere around by now. I am on my own. I sneak into the house with the strange conversation pit from earlier. That's where the Man I plan to kill is. I have a handgun and I am sneaking through the house. There are enough outlaws in here mostly sleeping that I am bound to be killed if they hear me. At one point a Man is up and walking back to his room from the restroom. I am padding softly behind him. I slip into a room with no door as he is opening the door to his bed room. I step on a round baby toy on the floor and it rolls away making a rattle sound. But somehow he don't hear it. I enter the room with the Man in it. Tiny room with two beds that take up most of it. Another Man sleeps in the other bed. The Man I shall kill is drssed in a fancy purple outfit. It costs around 400 bucks for the dark purple/blue clothes. He wakes up as I approach and he grabs my gun. I struggle with while squeezing off several shots in his belly and and torso killling him.
11-8-16 Watermelon
I go to what once was Grandpa N's farm. American Simpson is already here and he has picked a massive water melon from the patch and he has made a ridiculous amount of buttered popcorn. I am upset that he is taking liberties with my familes property without asking. He is a a great I am king mood until I tell him next time he picks a melon he needs to ask first and then he freaks out in rage. Fuck you he screams I don't have to ask for anything. He throws the watermelon down hard inside my Mom's house. It shatters into pieces and breaks the electrical outlet. The out let is smashed into the wall now and the wallpaper all stained. Fuck the out and never fucking return! I say. At first it looks like he will attack me. Then he gets into his car. But he don't seem to be going to leave. I am super drunk. I cannot stand up very long..
Finally he is gone and I am back at Grandpa's old place. It's looking pretty nice. I have a over sized cherry flavored drink in a plastic cup something he took the libs to make from the kitchen of my poor resource-strapped parents. The TV is on and I watch a little and I go into the TV show. A crowd of people crowding into a huge room. I want to put my drink down but I cannot without spilling some. A strange looking black Man comes in with scars on his face and eyes that look like magic marker lines. He is blind and asks me where something is because he is blind. The crowd hears this and they attack and kill him for being disabled, its a Nazi purify the blood line trick. I am back at grandparents old place. I am fixing to leave, I don't even know who owns this place. It seems we where allowed here to check it out. A sixty of so year old cool Mexican guy comes in. He asks me if there are any drinks in the house. I say I don't think so. I am fixing to leave when our real estate lady comes in. She tells me that the family is making a great deal buying this property and she is surprised about how cheap they are getting it. I think that if they are buying it in some land sale trade thing then maybe I can live here someday.