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.