Here are my lazy notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone this morning at 08:14am:
I was in Fisherman’s Wharf and I saw two fat guys. One third guy needed to repay a loan to a balding white guy. His hair was stingy and some loose hair covered some parts to the side of his head. The “borrower” seemed to be Landy but his form wasn’t the same.
We entered the office from the left field of vision. The desk of the “loan shark” was to my right field of vision. We sat down along the wall behind us as “Landy” made his way to the far right end of the dimly lit place which feels “brown” or “wooden”. The direction of his seat was facing the general nine o’clock direction with the “dark” desk in between the balding guy, whose seat is (of course) facing the general three o’clock direction. Jokes were said afterwards and we left.
I saw my dream self observing (the 12 o’clock directional) as we went down the hall (the 6 o’clock directional). We or at least one person was trying to hide in a bathroom (to my 3 o’clock directional). It was full of Filipino women. Back out the hall, there was a smaller Filipino woman.
There was some purple in the hallway. I saw a phone number.
Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone 11/19/2011 02:01am in the morning after I used the toilet:
I took the side of the Revolutionary. I saw someone and maybe a bunch of other people in a room. They viewed monitor, which showed something with a case load that could explode at any moment. I dreamt that the same guy was running to warn the Revolutionary team, which was hidden somewhere. The place seemed to have a stream of sunlight. They appeared to be in a location that was loosely secured. The leader was a woman.
I saw two tall brunette and skinny-looking guys come from their truck to offer drinks to the team. It was almost like they were doing “business as usual” despite the “revolution” that was going on in and around that place. The people was to my left field of vision. The woman leader said to take the drinks. My dream self wondered if there should have been an inspection of these cases of drinks.
This was said after she came down from atop a vehicle. She was on top of the vehicle shouting orders at another female to my left field of vision. It appears the woman to my left was being uncooperative and continued to do whatever she wanted. I tried to help her stuff items she made into clear plastics in front of me. The woman leader continued to shout at gun point for the uncooperative woman to leave/go home and take whatever she wanted. I heard myself repeat what the woman leader said to the uncooperative woman to do the same and that there really is no set schedule to operate in this place. She then exited to my left field of vision with something light to carry in her arm.
Earlier in another dream, I saw a field and a girl in a dress. I see myself in the field and tuning around and I saw something like sausage hanging from the “right” corner of the front part of a old wooden house. It didn’t seem like a house but more like a picture frame and something hanging there. I heard that one neighbor didn’t get water within days (or ten days) of running out of water.
Yesterday, I messed up Maw’s lightbulb. I believe the electromagnetic/static shock from rubbing my socks on the carpet while walking and for the fact that my skin has been DRY that when I reached out to flip the switch, a discharge left my left finger and “destroyed” yet another lightbulb. NO amount of LIBERAL miniaturization helped to cut my electrical sensitivity that I’d pick up in and around my fingertips, nay, the palms of my hands.
And don’t get me wrong about reptilian being ALL negative or if I come across and dividing different groups among themselves and other species. They are in fact intelligent. And I cannot tell the difference from a good creäture and a bad creep. Even Maw’s voice started to get horse from her asthma/allergy in the throat while she was speaking briefly with the woman who dispensed eyeglasses this afternoon.
I dreamt of shopping with Maw who was on my left field of vision. I wandered through displays of jewelry on my left where two people were sitting. I bent over/squatted at the waist/knees to see a display.
Somehow a display of earrings on the right end of a table caught my attention twice. I saw the words “crystals” above the topmost rows of VERY SMALL earrings, the size of a single chickpeas, I think.
I stared into the clear case and “studied” it from front and back. Somehow I managed to remove these earrings from their “cardboard” mount (or some other material). At least six golden earrings fell on a table. On either end of this single and only row, I removed the two larger ones by hand.
Initially, I saw these two as milky white. Then for whatever reason, the first grape-sized piece removed from the right-most row was iridescent in rainbow color.
It was a cut crystal encased in dark gold. I could see the dark gold change in shimmering rainbow colors of purple, mostly blue, ect.
Its matching pair had a raised design of small, dark blue-colored grapes. The pair was already on the table. I replaced this piece.
I the noticed the “captions” to each piece to the left of this one. The word “horn” was underneath for the one to its “left”.
For those who understand eternity as one long, drawn-out fart, today (depending on your timezone location) is supposed to be 11/11/11 (or November, eleven, twenty-eleven). Those are six numbers of “one” in a row.
At 1:03pm, I was trolling an article via my online reader. And on the bottom of this article there was an image of the American dollar bill. The back side of this dollar bill showed 11:11. The number “one” appears on all four corners on this side of the paper money.
I never noticed before until now. That must mean I am slow to understand how insignificant one day means to infinity. And I don’t understand why some Jewish masons believe that the capping the Giza pyramid with their symbol is supposed to save the world.
Again, for those who time travel, that’s non-sense.
I barely recall dreaming about being outdoors and working with others on something. The backdrop was a white wall. My work area was to the “left field of vision. There appeared to be a machine where at least two other workers and I were working.
I see an open market. The building seemed like one big patio where the ceiling appeared dark. The Asian lady to my left side said to the other sellers on my right side to close their shops for the day. She appeared to be holding up something or bringing down something to close her side of the store. The stores appeared to be altogether with/out partitions from their wares.
Both dreams was bright but as if overcast, like right now — cold, breezy and rainy. But there was no rain in the dream.
As per my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone today at 06:49am, I dreamt of being outdoors. I may be standing with another to my right. We were looking at a helicopter. I could see the bright flood lights coming from this copter. We were standing on the other side of this circular ravine with vegetation of some sort.
I zoomed my dream self next to the copeter and there might have been some spraying. But I think the spraying didn’t hurt the dogs.
I see animals, mostly dogs. Their breed appears to be a popular Japanese dog, a Shiba Inu. They appear to be wearing oblong shaped mask of either white or blue color. But I’m not sure. I could see how the white piece of string stretch over their ears.
My dream self was looking down and up close into the dogs wearing these surgical-like masks. I could see one stopped and looked up at me. The earlier scene showed these dogs walking from left to right.
I then sensed/hoped that the animals were fine. My dream self floated/flew along side to a vehicle containing one of the copter guys holding the Shiba Inu dog. They traveled fast enough for the winds to blow into their opened window. Later, I saw this light red/blond pup reunited to its family below and placed with its Mom, which was lying on her left side and looking up at us from behind its mask, too.
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As per my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone today at 08:41am,, I saw myself and maybe another person with me. We were standing on the other side of the ravine, which had lots of vegetaion. There were lots of people all around us. We could see two guys making their way across this vegation and straigh ahead from us but more to my left field of vision.
They wanted to get to a school, which was located downhill and just past this ravine. I took sought a way to get to this school but I couldn’t visualize the terrain in my mind’s eyes and proceeded to walk to my left field of vision. I found myself traveling back to my right field of vision and encountered more roads. There appears to be mountain to my right side, which curved counter-clockwise. Many more people were around and maybe on bicycles.
As per my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone today at 09:02am, I was indoors. It was dimly lit. To my left, there sat Dean, a tall dirty blond woman with short hair. To her left sat her husband. I was looking straight at a wall as she conversed me with mostly.
They seemed excited about going hunting that they invited me to go. They needed three females to the team of six with three males already on board. I had until the end of November of this year to decide. But I was hesitant and didn’t answer right away. But they seemed happy enough not to notice my disinterest.
Earlier, she said there was a firing range inside their house but the wall I was looking at was fixed normally and had white paint. My mind’s eye created a dim scene showing the room where there used to be a firing range. After the conversation, I verified with Dean with this wall had been a firing range because I sensed a lot of activity behind this wall and a hallway behind this wall, which lead from the garage door to the right. She said that that wall has always been there. There was a hallway behind this wall and down to their left direction where they sat.
Now I recall that there was yet another dream, which took place outdoors. There was a party or some sort of event going outdoors. I was walking from left to right in a counter-clockwise direction and going through the booths, which may or may not have something like streamers flowing with the strong winds.
Here are my notes of a dream from this morning via the “Memo” app of my cellphone on 17:58pm.
I was following a crowd. From the back of this long line, I saw how people (of light brown color) were waiting in line. They seemed to be looking ahead which was slightly off-center: In other words I was standing to the “right” of people in this line. I don’t know if the line was moving at all.
But I recall being impatient and had to find another way. So I slipped away to my right field of vision and saw that my dream self/I was to the left field of vision where there were buildings. Three times I found myself in ally-ways. The second ally was a dead end. The third “opening/clearing” was slightly downhil. I could see a “white woman” jogging from right to left. The time was during the day.
In another dream, I saw Nick in front of the computer. Perhaps, he was programming something. I was in another/same room with other people. It seemed to be dimmer and/or without windows. I forgot the rest of this dream as I have left the scene and/or awoke from a deep sleep upon hearing Maw’s voice (my alarm clock that it was time to get up and get ready for this morning’s mass).
Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! I’m bored again? Why? I’m un/deremployed, homeless, fat, ugly and poor! No one wants to hire an old fart with a bad attitude and who has little to no educational background or new sets of abilities/knowledge/skills/talents.
All I have is this “PATHETIC” weblog site to keep me company. However, the weather is VERY pleasant and life is good being free from the system that chooses to take my money and run. None of the system available would help me get back what would have belonged to my family and me over eleven slong years.
The network continues hold out their begging bowls in person, by calls, by mail or through electronic communication. For example, one was a letter received by the bishop of our area. He is asking for a one time donation (via the diocese) to expand/improve a local parish in the eastside (or “low town”)
That’s how the network operates. They create the system and then when they need something they either coerce through legal/finances or beg through charity/donations. Either way, they benefit; while the rest continue to pay into the system.
Or they use one side against the other. For example (an Addendum): Early this morning, “El Rushbeau” discussed how a bunch of Muslims attending a CATHOLIC university/school filed complaints against the place for putting up CROSSES/CRUCIFIXES, which bothers/offends them. They need to go away or shut-up or convert to CATHOLICSM.
Well, that would explain the part about this morning’s “street theater“. These “victimization” tactics just bring out the mischievousness within me. Actually, I was having fun and love the chase and running away. And in no way did I felt any danger, except the temporary thrill and excitement mixed in with the rush of fear and dread.
The first “contact” was earlier this year when help wasn’t signed on time. My patience wore thin and that was before I got FED up with waiting for nothing. They got me more FED up because they refused to help me after I have helped their androids and pals of the same kind that would most likely be implemented in 2012. And they keep telling me that it’s okay to be frustrated a bit. Indeed. Well, I declare!
Oh well! If that is their way of intimidation, I’m not playing. Bring it on, fools! And I’ll keep reporting back my findings until you learn to GET ALONG or else face the wrath of God and pals with lots of love that you’d remember why y’all are still stuck on this hellish planet. Brouhaha!
Here are my notes as entere on the “Memo” apps of my cellphone 10/20/2011 07:59am:
En route to this morning’s mass, Maw had scolded Paw again. She said that “as-wangs” (or vampires) are afraid of people. Paw and I don’t really like parties or people. And we prefer staying indoors.
In my mind, if “as-wangs” are indeed afraid of people, then these vampires should NOT like the smell/taste of humans/blood. My mind had made a comparison between vampires and the alleged demonic entities known as human/grey hybrids (with those big black eyes).
I recall reading about a hybrid/albino woman whose former incarnation was a “brown” grey from the 1940’s. Her “species” are especially afraid of people due to lacking an emotional body and are connected by their hive mind.
She cried for her past incarnated mistakes. But her eyes were piercing angry when people don’t understand universal love/hugs. She did mention more medical/technology will be shared when and if hybrid/humans will have learned to GET ALONG/love with each.
Actually, both the boy and the girl told the truth about details that didn’t cause my being to judge them. They just told the truth — plain and simple. And for more sensitive listeners, the brutal honest was too much to bear.
What would happen if the fat bastard REALLY told me the whereabouts of my darn hard work? I heard half-truths already and I had to “swallow” it — bitterly. And there was no turning back because he had the responsibility to be honest.
Will TPTB and pals ever tell the truth? Maybe, if (and only if) the more sensitive recipients are prepared to accept the truth without going insane/through denial and end up hurting themselves and others.
Sad to say, it worked fine by me. I sense the ones with the most problems are the ones pointing out the problems and that is supposed to be good. Because soft tyranny won’t be tolerated. I’m talking about those who don’t let troubles bother them — their world of perfect bliss.
“What’s your problem? Why can’t you let me live my life without you interfering?” ~Cried the boy.
“Because you won’t listen to the truth.” ~Cried the OLD family.
As so the war continues until both sides take a hint. No one is going anywhere or getting off this planet until y’all figure out how to tell the truth…
