Lockdown Planet

I was in a lockdown environment but it wasn’t a prison it was more like a planet. The location I was locked down to could be dangerous. The main place we lived was like a large mall. And there were devices that you wanted to be able to use that were referred to as a clicker. These devices would do a lot for you. One such thing is that they could help you communicate with the fantasies (will explain later). They would also help normal daily duties. There were many of them and were for anyone and everyone’s use but were often gathered up and kept by people or lost and were not available.

I was saying goodbye to a dear friend and was writing out on a hand-held white board, “Thank you for your support” and explained that it meant the world to me. I was speaking with a dark haired lady that was Julie Louis Dreyfus. She had tears in her eyes and as I wrote she would force herself to look at the board though she did not want to and would glance away in tears.

At one point I was sitting on a couch in our living quarters and a lady approached me that had a camel in tow and she wanted me to pet the camel. The camel’s head leaned over to see me and I started giving him some attention. I loved it, the camel was obviously friendly and very nice. I would then have to hold back the camel from crawling on my lap and I was speaking out loud, “Yes, you would crawl all the way up if I would let you wouldn’t you?”

However inside this place there were cliques and fighting and deaths. There were those that stayed out of the fray and there were those that felt the pain. And there were far too many innocents that also paid the price. I was fairly new. I lived as I could.

I tried to leave our living place and go down to the beaches and went on the road to get there but about half way the residents of the fantasy cities, that resided on the hilltops on the left of me, would mess with me and send me into fantasy worlds. I could not stop it as I did not have a clicker to negotiate. I later complained about wanting to be able to make it to the beaches and forest and the fact that I had no clicker. Marion Ross offered me a vest that had a hidden pouch in the back that I could then stash away a clicker when I was able to gather one up.

There was another place in our living quarters that was used by some individuals that were stayed mostly in the dark. They had a huge room with electronic equipment for video and such that led and light displays would glow. They hung around on huge room-sized bean-bag cushions. The floors however were cement, litter and dirt covered and cold. The inhabitants had laptops and would site cross legged and compute. There seemed to be more going on than pleasure but was not certain what it might be. It seemed that it may have been more than work as well, it seemed to have a very important purpose.

On another occasion I was told to go outside and get one of the scooters that we also used. They looked much like a garage mechanic’s roll cart. I had driven outside with a car and down a road to a place on the roadway where a train was on the right side. And along the highway was a cart on the ground and a fellow there. I threw the cart in the hatchback of the car and intended to take it back with me. I talked with him and took the cart but somehow he still had a cart and he put it on the train tracks and took off. It seemed to me that the cart was a highway and train cart.

I was in our living mall and one man a bit frantic with purpose was attempting by aggressive persuasion to have me join into a conspiracy of murder. The man to be murdered walked into a restroom privacy lounge and my persuader followed in behind him and went to his hands and knees on the floor to get an idea who was in the room. I was behind him but started walking away and out into the bigger room a down the hall. I did not want to be a part of this and it scared the hell out of me but at this juncture I did follow him as I was afraid of the consequences if I did not. Our brief conspiracy ended when the man came out and said that the one to be killed must have walked on past the restroom. This seemed to stop this occasion. I remember at this time flashing to when a new policeman joined a department and on a street outside of a deli other officers were posing the question to the man, “Are you on your own or are you Blue?” and the young cop answered, “Blue.” This officer was Boscoe from the TV show “Third Watch”.

At another occasion I enquired as to the mechanisms of my surroundings. I could see the cliques and death and so on but could not tell what the flow was, who was after whom and what revenges and aspirations were at play. At that time a couple of people went to a blackboard and started writing names and associating them with places and wanted me desperately to look at that. No talking and I felt they could not talk because of having no voices. I did get the message that these were loved ones that had been killed, wives and family. Others were pointing out to me people that were walking by and how one lady was a certain nationality and that this nationality had a war going with another.

Odd Platter - Tree Swimming

Odd Platter

My mother, father and I were at a restaurant and just received a huge platter of food to dig into. This was served on a large metal platter and came out piping hot. On the left side was a huge mound of vegetables; tomatoes, onions, peppers, squash, mushrooms, and more. On the top was a great green mound of fresh broccoli which my mother started to fork a bite of.

On the other side of the platter was a decidedly different sort of food source. There were tiny little human figures. Some of them had flesh and others were merely bone. They all fit on the platter. There size slightly different but somewhere around 6 inches in length and an inch and a half wide. They all seemed to be quite skinny.

Tree Swimming

The room was large with hardwood floors and very nice large windows on one side. It was Christmas and a man was doing some lighting for the several trees that were spaced at intervals in front of the windows. He was on a ladder and at one tree he glanced out the picture window nearby and, at a glance, thought there was a body hanging over a branch in the tree. At the next tree another glance and yes there was a body in that tree.

The stand of trees was all large evergreens and the stand was very densely populated. Branches of one tree intertwined with the next. The man went outside and once he had made it up a tree to about 15 feet in height the man literally started a swimming motion and was swimming horizontally across the stand of trees to move his way toward getting a better look at the body.

Very High Hat - Sawmill, Insurance and a Band of Horns

Very High Hat

We were watching a funeral procession being led into a prison. There was a Crucifer, a person in the religious procession who carries a large cross. The procession was led by a man on a horse that we knew represented the great church. He was dressed in black except for the Miter on his head. The tall, pointed liturgical hat and it had a black cross on the front. However this hat had a really tall top, it continued to rise and rise and rise to the height of about 20 feet. There in its glory was the white top with a black cross on it.



Sawmill, Insurance and a Band of Horns

I was worked in a saw mill but also I was an insurance salesman. I was trying to do a bit of both. That irritated me a bit because of the expectations but continued to do it. I was on the second story or a two-story sawmill. I was helping to keep timber straight on their way through the mill on the large metal rollers that was passing it from one process to another. A bit later in this day we had a rock band playing downstairs in a concert and we could see on the stairs behind the mill that there was several band members of another band waiting there one of them with a trumpet in his hand. About that time they walked down the stairs and on to the platform below to play. Many of us upstairs began moving towards the front of our floor to find a good viewing position. As I was moving myself along I was stirring up sawdust and chips where I walked. Those of us upstairs made so much noise that the band downstairs stopped for a bit asking us to quiet down.

This was a band that had guitars, drums bass and at least five horns. The band lead at that time explained to us that they were a cover band for a long time and felt bad when they heard other bands playing songs they had written themselves so they began to write as well. They then broke out into a song much of which featured horns blowing awesome blending harmonies.

The House and Rain

I was in a house that was on a peninsula very near the ocean. It was only a matter of feet to the actual ocean itself. I found myself looking through a large plate glass window pointing toward the ocean and the rain was coming down in sheets. It was so heavy that you could not see anything but rain and water running down the window.

I was among a bunch of other people. It was not long after that that I became more and more uncomfortable. I was the one being spoken too when the gentleman said, "look at that rain, something uh?" However the focus was all on me. This wasn't a household that I knew; in fact this was not a place where I was voluntarily. I was being held against my will. I wanted out!

I went outside and realized when looking for a way to escape that I was surrounded by ocean and, with the storm that was pounding the area, a large mean ocean. I finally found one set of buildings that I could go into.

There was a flat freezer on the floor outside of the building and there was a fellow there that I felt was intending on blocking me from leaving. I strangled him and it took a bit of time with him struggling for breath but soon was done.

I went inside the building and the leader of this household came in. There was a big plywood table and underneath it on a shelf were three big fish tanks. The fellow was showing me that in two of the tanks were fish being grown. He said, "lets see if we can create some more. He squirted a mechanism into another tank. I spoke to him saying, "You’re holding me against my will, why?" He replied, "Someday we would want you to enjoy and understand."

I then started out and down from the building into a long stretching shoreline community of businesses. I had to go down a hill from this place and down into the businesses. There was a mechanic garage that I went in the back and then dropped down through a hole and lowered myself down into the bottom story of the business. This was a car dealership. I went forward where several people were sitting on bench seats and others were milling about and I started to tell the story to the folks there about how I was being held against my will. I then realized when looking into the eyes of the folks that there were two women there that also had to do with the house I was escaping. I started leaving the business and one fellow on a cushion beside me in a dimmer lit area of the business looked to me like he had ill will toward me and I took out a pistol, pointed it at him and clicked off a round. At that time I sort of laughed it off but pulled back and put in a bullet into the chamber for real. I then lowered it to within inches of his neck and shot another round. This time an internal chamber came drooping out of the barrel which I then let him grab. I then took off again.

I took off out of that business and was going down by some railroad tracks and on a higher left bank was walking a couple of people, one I recognized. This fellow had dark black skin and went by the name Simreht. I had worked with him. We hooked up and started walking out together out of this area but they would not stay with me and we got separated.

Eventually I was picked up in a small white car. The driver was Steve and old college chum and then another passenger. We were driving down and out of the area. Steve had to stop to talk to some of his men that were heavy equipment operators. I remember asking him how he got out of the wimp work that he used to do (janitorial) and into this job.

I don't recall what came next but this did not become my way out of the valley.

Extreme Waves

I was living with my mother. We had just purchased a new home. It was a very nice home that was reasonably large sitting on quite a hill. The house had a large sturdy window at the back where there was an ocean view from a large living room on the back side. There was a bath and bedroom, kitchen, dining room and a storage closet. A second story also had another large window facing toward the view. This level also had two bedrooms that were on what was the front side of the home and away from view. The floor plan was basic but did what it needed to do to allow the view and comfortable living.

I was in the living room on the lower floor hanging out. The weather was stormy so I was set to be inside for the day. I could see the water was choppy and the trees were blowing. A bit later I could hear the wind build and slowly reach a howl and the trees began to whip from side to side. The window view showed the water was at a churn and the waves were building size. It was quite a storm I thought. The storm steadily built and was now a monster.
I could see now the waves were very large probably in the 15 foot range and it was concerning. I now had others in the room looking at the storm and we were very near the ocean; in fact it seemed I was so near the water that it broke against the house and the waves were steadily issuing a beating. Now the waves were monster in height and carried that height throughout the breadth of what I could see side to side.

I was now in the company of others. There were maybe fifteen of us milling around in the room and all concerned at the thrashing the waves were giving the window. The window had been built to withstand hurricane winds but I and I could tell all the others were fearful it wasn't strong enough. In between each wave that forced its way in and crashed against the window I could see the waves now even larger I guessed maybe in the unbelievable range of 25 feet and now when they hit the window gasps could be heard and the window seemed to bow inward. I was now completely alarmed and could hear in the voices of the others that they too were frightened. Wave after wave whooshed and slammed. Each wave hitting was another pummel against the glass with some in the room registering that we had made it by another and then voicing it. The waves had nearly covered the window now but in the brief interim between them I could see they were now absolutely demolishing record book heights. I didn't even have time to really think about this when a wave hit and a crack rung out and then a two foot sized hole opened up in the window. This I could hear had made an impression and everyone in the room including me ran up the near spiral staircase to the upper floor. There too the window overlooked the madness that was the ocean and when I looked at it I was absolutely terrified. The waves were so implausibly large that to believe an alien life form was beside me would have been easier to believe than what I saw before me.

The waves had now reached this floor and were nearing the top. The water from the lower floor was in the short time of my climb already at my feet. Now my focus changed and I was on a ship and it was the ship that was taking the beating. I climbed yet another floor higher. I held tight as I was tossed around. I was certain now I would give my life to this water but it was not to be. I was at the very tail of the ship now and as one wave through us backward our ship barely reached another solid landing. Not even knowing what it was I was hurdling to I leaped and made the solid mass.

I found myself in the middle of a city, a bustling kinetic city. A city that had no concern of a storm or a wave. A city where not a single soul shared my fright or even noticed me or I guess if they did it was not something they registered for long.

The Beach House

I was in a house that was on a peninsula very near the ocean. It was only a matter of feet to the actual ocean itself. I found myself looking through a large plate glass window pointing toward the ocean and the rain was coming down in sheets. It was so heavy that you could not see anything but rain and water running down the window.

I was among a bunch of other people. It was not long after that that I became more and more uncomfortable. I was the one being spoken too when the gentleman said, "look at that rain, something uh?" However the focus was all on me. This wasn't a household that I knew; in fact this was not a place where I was voluntarily. I was being held against my will. I wanted out!

I went outside and realized when looking for a way to escape that I was surrounded by ocean and, with the storm that was pounding the area, a large mean ocean. I finally found one set of buildings that I could go into.

There was a flat freezer on the floor outside of the building and there was a fellow there that I felt was intending on blocking me from leaving. I strangled him and it took a bit of time with him struggling for breath but soon was done.

I went inside the building and the leader of this household came in. There was a big plywood table and underneath it on a shelf were three big fish tanks. The fellow was showing me that in two of the tanks were fish being grown. He said, "let's see if we can create some more. He squirted a mechanism into another tank. I spoke to him saying, "You’re holding me against my will, why?" He replied, "Someday we would want you to enjoy and understand."

I then started out and down from the building into a long stretching shoreline community of businesses. I had to go down a hill from this place and down into the businesses. There was a mechanic garage that I went in the back and then dropped down through a hole and lowered myself down into the bottom story of the business. This was a car dealership. I went forward where several people were sitting on bench seats and others were milling about and I started to tell the story to the folks there about how I was being held against my will. I then realized when looking into the eyes of the folks that there were two women there that also had to do with the house I was escaping. I started leaving the business and one fellow on a cushion beside me in a dimmer lit area of the business looked to me like he had ill will toward me and I took out a pistol, pointed it at him and clicked off a round. At that time I sort of laughed it off but pulled back and put in a bullet into the chamber for real. I then lowered it to within inches of his neck and shot another round. This time an internal chamber came drooping out of the barrel which I then let him grab. I then took off again.

I took off out of that business and was going down by some railroad tracks and on a higher left bank was walking a couple of people, one I recognized. This fellow had dark black skin and went by the name Simreht. I had worked with him. We hooked up and started walking out together out of this area but they would not stay with me and we got separated.

Eventually I was picked up in a small white car. The driver was Steve and old college chum and then another passenger. We were driving down and out of the area. Steve had to stop to talk to some of his men that were heavy equipment operators. I remember asking him how he got out of the wimp work that he used to do (janitorial) and into this job.

I don't recall what came next but this did not become my way out of the valley.

Jump Fish

A lady was sitting on a small wooden platform that was stretched across a running stream. She was lining fish up along side of her. This was a trick of sorts. All of the fish would be lined up together next to her. What would happen is one fish or another would slide off of the platform and go into the water. It would then swim back around to the back of the lady and she would reach into the water and line it up on the platform again.