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.