Hotel 18

As I was walking in my house I was hit in the face by a flying bug. It fell mortally wounded onto the carpet at my feet. Though I felt bad for the creature I felt little trepidation at the common and accepted practice that I was about to participate in.

I picked the insect up. It was large nearly 5 inches in length. It had a round ball like body with long wings flaring out at all sides from its body. The overall effect of this winged creature was to remind me of badminton "birdie." Though I knew this little being was dyeing I felt anxious at the thought I would be hastening the process.

I did not know how to bring about the insect's end and eventually I used the garbage disposal where I placed it to drown in the darkened hole there. I then took the insect and gripped the small body on both sides and twisted with my hands until it broke into two pieces. I extracted from the broken husk a tube that had been at its core.


Its body in one piece felt much like a small plastic mechanism, except that it had an oily fluid it was encased in. When my father walked by I showed him what I had and he remarked, "Oh, you acquired yourself an hotel 18."

Horse and Pavement - Investigating the Ranch - Viewing files on the nearest window

Horse and Pavement

My uncle, other relatives and I were getting out of a car after parking on a curb near to a business that we were going to enter. We had to cross the street and as we were parking looking in the direction we needed to go I saw a rather amazing sight.

There was a metal horse dipping its head down to take bites of the new pavement that had been laid there in the recent past. The horse had a wheel base like that of a small car and then a long metal neck about 10 to 12 feet long and a grand looking horses head at the tip. It was grazing the pavement that we needed to cross.

Investigating the Ranch

I was trying to get evidence on a person that was being sought for some major crimes. It appeared that it meant the imprisonment of several people and various other crimes. I went to this individual’s house and was welcomed in along with several other folks. I intended on having a serious discussion with our person of interest and the others were there with me for a gathering. We had all come in a big yellow bus the kind that might have taken students to school.

At the ranch a bit out of town I was greeted and then left to wait in a room near the entrance while the others were taken elsewhere. I noticed while waiting that this was indeed a big spread here at the ranch. I was called on my cell phone and I reported that I had not yet talked to our man. At that time I decided that snooping for evidence was as good a plan as any, particularly because this individual did not know the reason I was there so I headed out on a hunt.

Viewing files on the nearest window

I was working at Microsoft and had been attempting to do something in a department although I didn't work in it and my friend Tanya needed some files. I went to the nearest window and unzipped the files so that they could be seen. Other files were not zipped so I just drag and dropped onto the windows. There she looked over the files and quickly gathered them up so that she could get them off the window before the big boss came by and saw what the files were and that I was sharing them with her.

The storm

I was staying in my parents' home when I was in my late teens. This day I was listening to Stern on the radio and there was a psychic on. He was working with a man and women and the women needed a whole lot of energy. The psychic transferred all the energy he had to the man but the man did not feel anything. They discussed this and the man assured the psychic that he was open to the energy and wasn't sure why he had not felt what would be expected. The psychic said I bet your girlfriend took it. The man responded by saying well she has before. It came down that the women would take the power. Stern was laughing that this was a ridiculous outcome.

That day in my own area there was a really bad storm approaching. I was in my bedroom. I was alone and the storm startled me when I saw it. I was trying to get my parents on the phone as I felt that I needed something badly to last out the storm. About that time my mother walked in. I went downstairs to join her. She had been fixing up some food in the oven on a very slow cook. She was trying to make it ahead of time and needed to get it done as it would become to ripe in a short period of time. When she opened the oven I looked over her shoulder to see what was in it. She was moving things around and there was popcorn and potato's and even some candy looking things all in the pan together in layers. She was stirring through it and some of it looked good and other parts looked rotten and even others burnt.

I went back to my bedroom and my mother came in and was giving me what I had needed. She all of a sudden said, "Oh no! There goes the crystal." I said, "What?" and she explained to me that the storm had broken a piece of crystal. At that time I heard a shaking behind my bed and it was glassware and one piece started to quiver and then lost its form as if it was changing state into something other than the glassware it had started out as. This made me wary of the storm and what was happening and I looked behind me at the shelves to see what else was going on there. I saw that one of my favorite pieces was nearly broken and finally it did break as I was watching and I groaned to mother that it had broken one of our favorite pieces. My mother by this time had gone back downstairs and I could hear her shuffling around furniture and the like. About that time I smelled fire and it seemed to be coming from the head of my bed. I turned to look closer at the area and I could see smoke coming from the head of my bed. I ran downstairs and told my mother that we needed to call 911 as we had a fire now. She agreed and started to call so I went back upstairs. I saw my TV and was interested that the psychic was still working on the show and that the guy looked completely bedraggled at this point.

I decided I better try to fight back some of the fire. I had not gotten to that area in some time and there was a large dirt area that I thought would be embarrassing if the fire department came over so I brushed some of it away. I could see a square clearly shown there and it looked like a small compartment you could get into but I ignored it for now. I took a hose and sprayed down the area and got most of what I could see of the fire under control, at least in this area.

The Bird - Stilts - Tapestry control

The Bird

I was walking down a paved road and from behind and past me went a bird, not at all a common bird. The bird had a head about the size of a softball. It had fluffy white feathers. Leading away from it and streaming along behind it as it flew was its neck. The neck was perfectly round and about the size of a baseball. The very odd part of this is that the neck was 15 or more feet long and as it flew by I gave it a loving pat. Then of course after the long neck came the body which was about the size of a large mallard duck.

Stilts

I was standing next to a picnic table that was at a small concession stand. In front of me was a large crowd of people standing and milling about. In the distance and moving ever closer was a lady on stilts that were 100 feet tall or so and there was a spider web of guide wires coming down from the top of the stilts to the ground. At one point the lady on the stilts swayed far to the left and everyone gasped as we knew that the lady would fall. She did not fall she then swayed far to my right and then eventually worked her way to a spot near the concession stand where I was standing to dismount and there she was talking to assistants about how they had successfully worked the crowd.

Tapestry control

I dreamed of blowing into a tube and changing the patterns and pictures on a tapestry on the wall.

Sleep is hard to come by

I had gotten my heart checked at a hospital in a large city. There was another man we picked up and took him with us and his name was Jim. He was an older guy, maybe 85. We were going back home and we were in a pickup and we met him in his pickup on a dirt road leading up into the hills where we lived. He was a heart surgeon and if I needed surgery I was hoping he would do it for me.

My brother and I had been fighting over who got the best bedroom and as I was leaving he taunted me with the fact that he was going to get the better of the bedrooms. I yelled out "screw it then I will sleep in the parking garage in 33 or something then." We stayed inside a large hospital floor and then a connected house and the bedroom that my brother wanted was a room where it was to have fewer people and in better shape and more comfort. The other of us would have to stay in the hospital part.

When we got back I told my parents about my brother being the cause of all of our fights of late and that I deserved the bedroom. That he had taunted me with "House" which was his way to tell me he would get the house bedroom. I told them I should not lose out due to my being nicer on the fights. I got my mother well on my side as I continued to talk and my father shortly followed along and they agreed to let me sleep in that bedroom. We walked to the bedroom and I looked in and of course my brother was there on his bed but it took me only a few more seconds to see I didn't know what I was really fighting for as the room was small and weird and cramped. Not only that but there was another person in the room and he looked darn funky and not someone I wanted to be around. I wondered if there was just anything better so I headed off into the hospital section. As I looked at the rooms there were a lot of what seemed to me to be mental patients in each room and the room were more like larger dormitory rooms that fit five people. I was not thrilled with this whole darn thing!

I finally found my friend Jim that was in a bed overnight and they didn't think he needed the surgery and he had a really wide bed and would be leaving the next day. He told us when we went in he said there was no other bed that could be put in there because his bed has a long bar on it and would preclude any other bed. I said well I will sleep with him for the night and he wasn't weird about it nor was I so I grabbed a thin blanket and laid down and at first I was able to rest but then Jim started getting uncomfortable. He would turn from side to side and when he did his blanket would not get on his shoulder correctly so I would grab the blanket and place it nicely around his shoulders and get it tucked in well and almost as soon as I would get it done he would turn yet again. He was also hurting on the bed and he just could not make himself feel any better. Later he said in a groan, "I'm cold, I'm cold" so I took care of him. I felt for him really but also it was tiring since I had already had a full day and wanted to rest. Jim decided he needed to go to the bathroom so he got up slowly and put himself together a bit and went out the door. While he was gone another guy, bedraggled and wobbly, came into the room and a nurse grabbed him and he started to get violent so three other nurses soon went to help as he had the first nurse by the throat. I went down off the bed and put my arms between the nurses and the man and pried them apart. At this point the man exclaimed, "OK, OK I will leave but I will be back tomorrow." But he was gone.

About this time I realized the I too was in need or going to the restroom so I got up and headed out the door. I wandered down the long hallway and saw a lady going into a restroom marked women. I went further down the hall and found mens. I peeked myself in and saw about five urinals and a stall and in each of the urinals stood, stooped or propped a strange looking man that did not look at all "with it" mentally. This freaked me out and I left. As I walked back down the hallway I noticed two tubes that on this end were surrounded by metal scaffolding and on the tube end was a large spin wheel that was the opener and closer to the tube. It was obvious this was serious business and the blue light blinking on the top of the tube was meant I am sure to say in use and stay the hell out.

Just the Right Book - Sharks

Just the Right Book

I was in an airport shopping the small shops there for a book to take with me on a flight. I found a small book on pheromones. I felt it was a bit skimp on content but the subject was interesting enough that I chose to purchase this as my book to take along.

Sharks

I was working on my computer which was sitting on a small computer hutch that was up against the far wall of a small office room. I was on line and was surfing from web site to web site with my favorite browser. The current site of interest was showing previews of upcoming reruns of old star trek shows with Kirk and Bones.

Another site showed a man that was trying to help another man quit a serious problem by giving him very tough love help. The man in need of help was standing up showing his large strong body. He was wearing a very expensive leather biker jacket. The help was being administered from slightly behind and to the side of the bulky leather-clad man. The helping man made a point of telling the leather-clad man that he was sure what he was about to do would help. I got the distinct feeling that the true meaning of the message was, "buddy you don't have a clue the power behind this one." At that time he held a small object in his hand and while muttering under his breath concentrated very hard on his mission. Then with conviction he jabbed several spots on the man’s sleeves and side each time saying "Sharks!" and a small shark would develop at that spot squirming under the cloth.

Another page I downloaded a spider's nest looking very much like a wasp hive. When I realized that the nest was just developing the spiders inside it and they would burst out at any moment I jumped out of my computer chair and knocked over a small table that was in the center of the room. There between the legs of the knocked over table was the nest that I had downloaded along with a world globe without a stand. My downloading had been truly fruitful.

Beach Resort

I was at an ocean beach resort. It was a large and impressive layout. The resort sat not 100 feet off of a white-sand playhouse. People of all ages, shapes and persuasion were frolicking about having fun in the sun and the spray. The resort frontage sprawled over at least a block of the great beach. The style of the structure was that of a huge Victorian mansion and painted in a sparkling white-gloss finish. The building was probably five stories tall and was speckled with shuttered windows. The key feature to me was the porch, which flowed down the front from one corner to the other. It was ten to fifteen feet deep and scattered with chairs, couches and tables. White railing and posts gave it a sturdy but attractive look. Several doors entered the huge building and each had steps that led to the beach in front.

Later I became aware the front of the resort was built even with the beach and that the back doors to the resort opened out two stories below. The resort had been built on a sandy but solid small cliff. When looking out from the windows above one could see that the immediate surroundings there were sand but that of a more substantial looking gray color. If one were to keep walking you would enter a sparsely wooded area free from domestication and as one walked would go deeper and deeper into timber.

When I entered the resort hotel from one of the entrances on the left front corner of the building I saw that it opened up into a grand lobby. Many people milled about in the pleasant moods of vacation and holiday. I headed to the left wall of the structure. I walked down a long hallway running parallel with the side of the building. Many rooms, sleeping quarters I assumed, were opening off at even intervals. I went to the back of the building and took another open walkway that broke off to the left. I was headed for yet another corridor that ran parallel with the side of the structure. This corridor was not at all so inviting. The farther I walked the dimmer and moldier the walls became. The smell was increasingly pungent and nauseating. With even more steps I began feeling a truly sinister quality to this particular area. Something was seriously wrong.

Dream Interpretation from View Points of Jung and Freud

Freud is well known for his dream interpretation. What has seemed to make this known is his viewpoint that many things in dreams are Sexual in nature. Jung is the other major father of Psychiatry and he also thought that Dream interpretation could tell us a lot.

General Wiki on Carl Jung
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_Jung

General Wiki on SigMund Freud
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sigmund_Freud

Before I go into the two on Dream Interpretation I want to explain my background. I have studied a great deal of Psychiatry and Behavior Analysis and although I have take from Freud in what I believe and used but I am primarily a Jungian in belief. Jung is the first major studier of the science of Psychology that believed a great deal in the soul. He also believed that humans were basically spiritual beings. He was the father of Analytical Psychology and in that he believed in Cognitive Behavior Therapy http://www.nacbt.org/whatiscbt.htm These are the core of what I believe and have used and studied.

OK lets go on with the links for their Dream Interpretation beliefs

Jung
http://www.gesher.org/Dreams,%20Visions,%20and%20Prophecy/Dream%20Interpretation.htm

Freud
http://www.insomnium.co.uk/dream-theory/introduction-freud-theory-on-dreams/

http://www.wsu.edu/~wldciv/world_civ_reader/world_civ_reader_2/freud.html

http://library.thinkquest.org/C005545/english/dream/freud.htm?tql-iframe

I hope this gives you some information that might prove interesting to you.

Rowdy crowd - Finances, fights with mother and the ice cream shortage

Rowdy crowd

I was in my early twenties and I was at a large house with quite a few people. We were all just hanging out. I didn't know anyone well and the group of people were not the type of people that I would usually hang out with. There were a lot of rowdy small town kids. There was a girl there a bit older that I was sitting beside and she seemed to want to know me better. I was afraid and hesitant to make any moves but finally I nuzzled closer to her and I could see that she was responsive and that her friend beside her smiled and slightly nodded her head in approval. It was not so much a signal as it was a natural form of body language.

I was watching a group of people that were to our left, three guys all a bit odd to me as they were such rough types but watching them was interesting. I had to get up and when I walked across the large area I was bothered my one of the guys in the room on the other side. He had been bothering the girl I was trying to get close to and I challenged him with a smack of my fist directly to his jaw. I told him that I was ready. I would take a punch and to go ahead and give it to me if he felt I deserved it. I told him you deserved that punch and you know it but if you must give it back but you now know what I think of what you were doing. I could see him red faced going through all the alternatives in his mind and finally he acquiesced and walked away. His body language told me he was reluctant and his demeanor told me that even though he had reluctance he understood what had just happened.

I sat back down by the girl and her friend that I was attempting to get closer to and eventually started using touch in other ways such as around her shoulders and getting close and near her left arm. It wasn't long until I was quite assured that this lady wanted my company and was holding her squarely in my arms and did so the rest of the night.

Finances, fights with mother and the ice cream shortage

I was a late teenager and was living at home with my parents. My mother and I were often at odd with each other and this day was another one of those days. However the first thing that happened this day was my younger niece came in and telling me how in Iraq they were out of ice cream and that in the US we also had a severe shortage. I saw that she was agitated. The news did not bother me but the news did surprise me.

A bit later my mother said something to me that seemed to me to be a dig at my lack of a job at that time but more than directly about the job it seemed to be a dig at how decent a person I was. I didn't like that at all and I looked directly at her and told her I wasn't at all pleased with the way she was speaking to me.
A bit later after our words I had come back from going into the other room and I attempted an apology and she said I deserved what she said. My sister was nearby but I still bent down a bit as my mother was sitting, looked her in the eye and told her to fuck off. I was hurt and I didn't know how to express that hurt so I had lashed out.

Later when dad got home I could hear a discussion and that finances were tight that dad had not made enough money for that quarter and that he had lost money on a certain venture. That maybe dad could try placing some bets to overcome the shortage. I wasn't sure if it was a way of trying to lighten the mood or if she was actually serious.

A bit later I went back to where mother was sitting at the dining room table and I sat down and I once again apologized and I could see this time that mother was going to soften. She talked about the tight finances and that and that indeed there was an ice cream shortage.

Plague of Spiders - Sawmill frustrations and remembrances

Plague of Spiders

This dream is all about the plague of spiders I endured. Everywhere I walked to, everything I did, every drawer I opened, every action I took only uncovered further Black, horrible looking and dangerous spiders that were the size of two hands. They had hairy, ugly long legs that they tangled in among each other and pushed for leverage over the other long legged spider that was in turn doing its best to move over or around the spiders around it. They were all very close to me and all ready to take me out if they could but I survived. That is if you call it survival it was really more like torture as I only survived long enough to endure yet more Black, ugly monster spiders.

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Sawmill frustrations and remembrances

I worked in a sawmill at a position that was inside the mill so much less outright physical work and more switching and watching flow. Our mill was extremely fast cutting Western Red Cedar fencing and other Cedar products. Since I left that work and gotten into Computer network support and configuration I still have dreams about the mill.

This was a report of mine a year ago. I had over a week on of dreams around March 10, 2009 and another week earlier in the year that I dreamed I was in a sawmill and a lot of times major segments of the mill I worked in were in the dream.
This is the problem I have dreams of two types about the Sawmill.
One is that I am stuck in a dangerous position in between some machinery and trying to find my way out before I got hurt. I would have to dodge the machinery each time it moved and I was close to being hurt every time. I couldn't get out because there was no one that could hear me calling for help and the mill was not stopping. I could not get out also because it was very difficult making a maneuver to extricate myself with the machinery flying by at mill speed.

The other form of sawmill dream that I have is that the mill was running very fast and I could barely keep up and I was pushed harder and harder as the time went by. Both of these types of dreams are extremely agitating and do not lead to good sleep or a great attitude when I get up, rather I am hung over feeling and already running at a terrible pace not able to relax. It is not relaxing sleep!

On this night November 17, 2010 I had the form of this dream which was pushing me faster and harder in attempts to run the machinery to keep up. I did wake up extremely hung over and tired and was not relaxed.

The Logic Machines

There were two logic machines that were built. One was on one side of the ocean inlet and the other was on the other side of the inlet. These machines were actually human-machine combination. The human would do all of the problem solving and the machine would take the answer and transcribe it and store it. The human on this side making up half of the machine was younger, smarter and more up-to-date than the machine on the other side. He was able to ask more specific and appropriate questions. This man was approximately 28 years of age. The human would ask a question of himself that had been created by his mind to match closely the problem that was to be solved.

An example of the type of logical computing done was that we, the small group there at the time, would say that we wanted to leave. The man knew of the address for our homes and would ask himself, where will they go and he would be able to answer that question with the knowledge he had of our addresses. The deductive reasoning based on the question that he had asked and the information that he had in his mind was really rather spot on and usually it would not take more than a question or two to come up with the answers needed.

The machine on the other side had gotten to the point of being so inefficient that they were in the process of moth-balling it and most likely putting together a new and better version. They wanted to try and keep it active for a time so they wanted that machine to know the machine on our side in hopes that it might allow it to last a while longer.

The small group of us had been working and thus needed the logic machine's help to complete our work. However we found that we enjoyed hanging out at our lunches and after work and were using the machine strictly for fun.
At one point our small group was on the waterway and were crossing to the other side and we used the logic machine to help create a fairly decent size wave that we then rode out for a much quicker ride over. We had the logic machine with us and this wave was a pretty decent sized wave and yet the logic machine was able to create yet a bigger wave for us. This wave frightened the human half of the logic machine which our small band of people thought was rather odd as he had created the wave he was now frightened of.

We like our logic machine human and he wanted our friendship so we made certain that we did not leave for the day without saying goodbye and sharing niceties with the young man. On this day the logic machine on the other side of the water came to our side and met his counterpart. However as we kept our machine busy the one from the other side left and went back to his own side of the inlet. Our machine had blamed the other machine for not having said goodbye to him.
Once the machine from the other side had gotten back to his own side and gotten into his building which looked a bit like a lighthouse we began to see with our eyes the action he was taking in creating his next question and this question and logic was to respond to our machine that he had indeed said goodbye. I had not seen this exchange but several of our small crew had and vouched for the fact that it had happened.

Our group was comprise of 3 women and the rest men and later that day the men had taken a break and started playing poker. The machine was being our banker and odds maker and every now and then would help someone at the table to make it just a bit harder of a game overall.

Ants in the lawn and iMedia

My father had asked me if I wanted to stay the night with my aunt and uncle. I said absolutely. They were my favorites people on earth outside of my family. I awoke the morning after I had stayed there. I was in a queen bed and had made myself feel at home. I got up and looked out the large window that was a window on the second story of the home and had a drape which was open. It was a nice morning out but it seemed there might have been a storm during the night. There was a large lawn and on the lawn were at least a dozen branches and parts of branches from evergreen trees. It looked as if they had been blown down during the night. I could see black ants the size of a medium sized dog and they were on top of what looked like a white rectangular piece of vinyl. They were crawling around there and very near the branches that had come down.

My aunt was yelling from downstairs for me to get up and come down. I wanted to make sure someone had pictures of what was in the back yard. I grabbed my iPhone as it was the only camera I had nearby and before I could get to the window and get my favorite camera app up on the phone I could hear my aunt yelling again for me to come down. She was quite persistent and made a statement that if I didn't come down now I could not check out or play with what was there when we got back. Back from where I am not sure. I said OK and got myself together and headed down the stairs in bounds. She was at the bottom working her fingers around on a small electronic and a little frustrated as she could not get it to do what she wanted it to do. As I came down I said have you gotten pictures of the back yard yet. I was basically ignored and I could tell that she just didn't feel like it was any big deal that it get done. As I got beside her I could see that she was holding a media player and it was called iMedia. I looked around and on the bottom of the stairs were other boxes, long rectangle ones.

Next I was back upstairs on the bed and was putting on clothes that were there on the end of the bed. Instead of a head board on the bed it had a large piece of furniture that had a two foot top that items could be put on and I could see that sitting there was a small box whose lid was snapped down. I snapped it open and in it was two small white pills neatly placed in small pill wells. I could see they were a new medication that I was to start that day.

The Treatment - Eyes

The Treatment

I was watching me get a strange sort of treatment or torture I am unclear which. I was being submerged under water in what for the life of me was like a metal cake pan. There was a piece of bread being laid over my mouth and a band of strapping placed to hold it in position there. I was allowed to keep my nose above water.

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Eyes

I was in a real need of destroying eyes. I was watching some women in a kitchen making the meal and there on the counter amidst the other foods and utensils was an eye spying on them. I went to the bedroom and sure enough there on the floor was another eye which I popped with a hammer and then I hit another round object which was a balloon that had another balloon layered inside of it. When I popped the outer balloon the other floated up in front of me.

Attack of the negatives

I was being attacked my negatives. I was attacked from all sides. My Twitter stream, my phone, my car, conversations around me were all brimming with negatives. Each time I saw, read, heard or otherwise interacted with any negative I was attacked. A timber one time many inches in depth and a foot wide would came flying through the wall at me. Other times some other form of attack from any type of item would come flying at me from completely unique locations. It was hard to negotiate any type of safety from this. I had to duck, slip, jump, shift, or move in any way I had to in order to dodge the danger and I had to do it quickly. I was totally debilitated in every way as each way I moved or action I took there would be yet another negative. Over time each day I was shell shocked anew. I had overheard conversation about someone getting into trouble and I tried immediately to give positives that I thought the person was a good person but had let themselves get into a situation they were not aware of. Because of what I had said others thought I was too forgiving and started to shy away. They too were sending me negative energies. Over time I learned how to stop my own negative actions or thoughts and the condition began to alter. I was not attacked as I had been. It would still happen from time to time but I had a lot more control of the entire ordeal. I took care of my Twitter account more efficiently. As my queue filled up I got to it more quickly or made decisions that I was unable to at this time but the queue would always fill so I had to learn a better way of handling it. This too began to back off the condition. I took more control over my phone messages and that too helped to calm the situation. My car when it began not to work and things in it began to get worse and it was going to quit running. I took care of it. Periodically I felt like I might get into a traffic accident or receive a ticket. I turned that into a positive condition as well by being more alert. All of the work with my car and driving also added a much needed calmer demeanor. I was always quite alert to the things I had to take care of and I knew there could always be a point that I would be in danger again. I asked for help from those around me. Others began to see what I was dealing with and helped. I had gotten everyone on board but for Henry Rollins http://henryrollins.com I wanted one of my friends to get a hold of him and get things straight with him. One of my friends knew him well but was gone at the moment. Periodically I felt like I might get into a traffic accident or receive a ticket.

Down the road in time I did go through periods of letting things get out of control and then I would right it again. It was hard work trying to take care of the many pieces of my life and it was very difficult at times to negotiate. It was a very up and down situation but for the most part the peaks were lower for the period of time it was bad and mostly I stayed on a more even keel. Even I noticed that particular news programs or things of the nature I began to leave more out of my life. I began however to learn that I did not have to leave it out of my life but learn to deal with it in the right frame of mind, that crime was out there. I needed to be aware. I needed to know my world, my city and my neighborhood but that I needed not to let it become me or overcome me. I needed to be me. I had been watching a local talk variety show carried in my area. A lighter more fun approach with interviews, guests and things being taught. On this particular day I was watching the show a guest that I had admired from Miami Ink http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/miami-ink/miami-ink.html and then In LA Ink http://tlc.discovery.com/tv/la-ink/ was on. Her name is Kat Von D. http://www.myspace.com/katvond She is a very positive person with a great attitude and will talk with customers in depth about deaths in the family.

The workers at her side very much cared for her. I could see her in my mind's eye.
One day I was in the car and I was going to see Henry Rollins and convince him that I needed him in my life. I went by a place that I had seen before and I recalled that I had seen it when I was in the first trouble with the Negatives. Later on this same drive I saw a huge grove of mushrooms each nearly six feet in height and they had smooth tops as the quintessential white mushroom look but they had an ornate a beautiful pattern on the entire top with intricate, blue shapes every couple of inches and there was a sheen to the mushroom that was just off white to the blue side. I stopped my car and I crawled on top of the mushrooms and each time I moved I could hear a "bloop" sound. There was a stand of brush and trees behind the mushrooms and on the other side of them voices from some of the people there were asking me what I was doing. They seemed to be wanting me to get down from the mushrooms.

Body flight, metal burns and Kennedy

I was flying a lot.  What I mean by that is my body was in the air a few feet off the ground and my arms were out and my knees bent and I just moved toward where I was going.  I was on top of a metal structure which I was breaking on through so that I could then go to the ground.  It was like you might see in a dream sequence which is exactly what this was. Yes? At one point I said there was men and things coming out of the ground and out of the corner of my eye I saw a something red and thought it was a threat so I chucked whatever I had with me at it.  After I had taken care of two threats I slid around them and then to the right of the metal structure and then back around and up the other side into a dark space and back out.  Then there was an open double wide sheet of  news print and I flew inside of it.  I was into the valley and down and up one side of it and down the other.  I could fly the creases and valleys of the entire two page spread.  At one point metal like claws were grabbing at my hand and each time it touched I had intense pain.  This happened a few times and each time the intense pain.  I wanted to make sure I was away and in the light and maybe these things would go away.  I flew back to the top of the large metal structure where I decided I might go over to a building that was a bit in the distance. It had lights lighting it up.  I flew over there in a haphazard and meandering route.  The flight was more like a float as opposed to flying.  There were dark corners to the building as well and I didn't go near them or closer to the building.  

I was then in my home on the lower floor.  We had been needing to get a patio door lock which is like a hard plastic tube that goes in the sliding door track and locks there so when an intruder tries to break in they cannot open the door even if they get the lock undone.  I was thinking about this as I flew by and was a bit stuck on the thought.  I then flew over to the back of my sound speaker which sits on the floor some five feet away.  I was talking to my wife about the stick and asking where the one we had was and she said Kennedy had gotten it.  Kennedy was my orange colored domestic short hair tabby that is now gone.  Then I noticed that I had little pieces of metal in and on my hand and each causing pain.  She had said that the Dr found the tumor he had was the equivalent of two quarts in size.  I could not stop crying thinking about my Kennedy.  Then thinking about my other kitties that were gone.  I had quite a cry. 

Beach Resort

I was at an ocean beach resort.  It was a large and impressive layout.  The resort sat not 100 feet off of a white-sand playhouse.  People of all ages, shapes and persuasion were frolicking about having fun in the sun and the spray.  The resort frontage sprawled over at least a block of the great beach.  The style of the structure was that of a huge Victorian mansion and painted in a sparkling white-gloss finish.  The building was probably five stories tall and was speckled with shuttered windows. The key feature to me was the porch, which flowed down the front from one corner to the other. It was ten to fifteen feet deep and scattered with chairs, couches and tables.  White railing and posts gave it a sturdy but attractive look.  Several doors entered the huge building and each had steps that led to the beach in front.

Later I became aware the front of the resort was built even with the beach and that the back doors to the resort opened out two stories below.  The resort had been built on a sandy but solid small cliff.   When looking out from the windows above one could see that the immediate surroundings there were sand but that of a more substantial looking gray color.  If one were to keep walking you would enter a sparsely wooded area free from domestication and as one walked would go deeper and deeper into timber.  

When I entered the resort hotel from one of the entrances on the left front corner of the building I saw that it opened up into a grand lobby.  Many people milled about in the pleasant moods of vacation and holiday. I headed to the left wall of the structure. I walked down a long hallway running parallel with the side of the building.  Many rooms, sleeping quarters I assumed, were opening off at even intervals.  I went to the back of the building and took another open walkway that broke off to the left.  I was headed for yet another corridor that ran parallel with the side of the structure.  This corridor was not at all so inviting.  The farther I walked the dimmer and moldier the walls became.  The smell was increasingly pungent and nauseating.   With even more steps I began feeling a truly sinister quality to this particular area.  Something was seriously wrong.

Species

I was in the company of another gentleman.  We were sitting at a desk, he on the backside of the desk, me on his right.  It was the concern of the man that I was sitting with that some of the bee and wasp varieties that lived near our business were not of good health.  A young boy of maybe twelve was telling us that at least one of the five species living nearby was indeed ill and not behaving in the manner that they are known to act.                       

He brought us one longish bodied wasp in his hands and placed it on the desk on the corner nearest to me.  We were obviously curious and asked him, “Is this one of the ailing?”  He told us that this specie should be “robust” in their nature and let loose of the wasp.  The wasp shot forward like the light.  I was waving my hands furiously so as not to get stung.   “Yes,” we said “that one was surely robust.”  How this showed poor health in this prized specimen I am not certain.

 

Deals to be Made

I was at the college campus where I attended school.  I had found that I had left my bag sitting unattended in a campus building.  I was quite concerned as the bag carried my books and cash. When I tried to remember my day I had a hard time even beginning to consider where I might have set the bag down.  I ran all over campus and eventually I tracked it down for what little good it did me.  All of my books had been stolen which was not surprising as they were like instant cash at the bookstore and of course the money that I had left in my wallet stashed in the bag was gone.    I was completely upset.  There was little chance that I could finish the semester in good shape. Finals were approaching and I had no books or cash to by books.  At one point in the day I made a deal with a brilliant math student that did not need his book to let me use it until after finals but that left me without help for my other classes.    Later that night I found myself in a long slender room off of a campus-building hallway.  With me were about a dozen other people.  We were evidentially in this room for various reasons but all of which had something to do with making a deal with the devil, literally.  I was scared to death and knew that I had to be there.  I knew I had little chance of living past that night.  I wanted to leave the room in the worst way but could not.    Barbara my wife came in to take a seat. Her entrance coincided with the entrance of the guest of honor, Lucifer his malevolent self. I said, “Here is the nasty man coming in now.” A slumped man walked by to the end of the room.  This was Satan there was little doubt.  Every hair on my body was standing straight and I was chilled to the bone.  I told Barbara that she should leave.  She said she would after the night was over.  I told her that she better leave right then.  When the devil’s back was turned she did open the door, which I thought was much too loud for safety, and exited.  I was scared to death that she would be told to come back into the room and await her injustice. I was scared that my remaining in the room meant survival, that it meant either living to the next day or not.  I did not want Barbara to be a part of that.    As the devil began business one request or another was passed by him.  At one point a man with a carved wooden stand up bass in a case opened it up for our viewing.  We could see that it was a hull of an instrument and unfinished.  His request was that it be made into a finished instrument ready for use.    This man joined the devil with the instrument and a huddle of other people at the end of the room.  They surrounded the hull of a bass and the man near it and began to bring about its changes.  At one point I could hear a string being plucked.    I on the other hand was still very scared.  I picked up a paper nearby that was a church paper of some sort and was reading about this news or other about the church building and its congregation.  I knew that it would be a long night and that the outcome for me was uncertain.