One Out of 3 Dream-night-cycles, I Am at Previous Addresses and has Gone on Now for 10 Years or so
POSTING AT 03:04 PM, 01/02/2024, TUESDAY
Last cycle that I awoke from at shortly past one this afternoon after falling off 2 sleep around shortly past daybreak this morning, I was back at good old Games-Expert Pipe-man-Mentalist late-2007 dreaming interaction, DELLWAY ARMS APARTMENTS on Oakland Avenue in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, and my mom was there and it was a continued experience from two dreaming cycle nights earlier, and back during the holiday weekend, and in both times, taking out large bags of trash seemed 2-B a large part of the full experience. The place where trash used 2-B taken here in my waking life was at the far end of the parking lot B-4 it turned off 2 the left and became a smaller lot area and driveway coming from the road behind the place called Newton Avenue, that is if my memories R correct, but this street paralleled the railroad tracks and the same ones where the Queens of Danger Quoddy-Mocker Girl-Gang, caused me 2 jump from a railroad trestle that overlooked the Newton Creek. In the experience from an ago ago or so, the trash place was down this alley roadway and smaller parking area, and right where one of my mom's girlfriends used 2 park her car most of the time, Mizz lovely Kay Flanagan, only instead of her parking spot along with a few others, it was a large trash house area, whereas in waking life trash was merely thrown into a large bin with a very heavy set of opening doors, heavy at least 4 us frail and pitifully physically weaker peeps, such as me. After I had thrown my trash bag into the house-place 4 it, I began slowly walking back 2 me' apartment at the far end of the place or fartherest south part of the Dellway Arms property right there on Oakland Avenue, and a strange dude about 45 years of age give or take several years, suddenly walked hurriedly past me, and then abruptly just stopped, turned, and told me that he is one of my Blogaudians, as I term it. I do not think this is a perfect quote but close enough. Funny how sometimes in dreams as well as in waking life also, we remember something verbatim and other times we do in fact need 2 paraphrase, and all of this is important since it is all part of the operation of our human minds. Really, our human connections into the 6th dimension would B the absolutely accurate way of saying this since this is all part of my point, only this won't B actually part of this particular writing right now, as time won't permit all of this 2-B gotten into right now. This dreaming interaction has many parts and most of this is all part of one exact absolute locale of the 5th dimensional hyperspace where David Roth who I never knew in waking life while being a teenaged person and living in this place, is part of it all, and is where we went 2 that Pennsylvania park and lake and rented that boat from this transdimensional dude who married one of the Mowry sisters from Disney TV-shows, here in the waking-world. This dude as U all know, came right out of his house and over 2 my car in a prior interaction while I was in the rear seat listening 2 the harmony-track of my “You'll B Crossing Over” song that was pretty much the exact same song there as it is here, and he reached into the front seat area where nobody was, and completely turned the volume of the sound system, OFF, not down, but all the way dead-off, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is one of those MAJOR TOSE DEALS in that someone right here in waking life was also trying quite intently as well as intensely 2 stop me from trying 2 gain aid from my daughter with my medical condition. How do I know this? Well, first, I understand Towel-Seepage Effect or 'TOSE' 4 short, and just how it truly operates in the 5th dimensional or the FULL REALITY; and I also know that at this same time, when shortly after the great Bonjovi, or his 2nd cousin Anthony, and his awesome talented engineer Sir Ryan, were helping me do this song, and along with a music project that is now officially project #29 on my musically copyrighted © works files at the illustrious United States © Office; I had peeps who knew only 2 well and totally and completely well just what I was trying 2 accomplish, and they went onto then beat me 2 the punch with a major conspiracy with 3 powerful government officials of all king of the 'T-words from late 1988' up in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG; and they, Rick Scott, Pam Bondi, and Donald Trump, all tried 2 covertly murder me by taking my needed medication away from me that I had faithfully been taking a precise dosage of since I had been 28 and a half years of age back in the summer time of the year of 1983, called, 'ATIVAN', or its generic medication known as 'Lorazepam'. Once they all realized that I had made a wild plan 2 try and secure help from my daughter, and knowing fully well that she also had some similar type of medical condition, or at least this made sense 2 me, in lieu of all that seemingly had been going on and 'down' around me recently in the past 5-10 years, with numerous items, and some 'unbloggable' due 2 that ever-present 'C-S' deal that was blogged about recently late last year; and they not only did all that they could 2 screw up my song coming out as well as stuff that I did all by myself long ago in 1980 with my own equipment at 1802 Robin Hill, but then they magically got me stopped from getting my 28 miligrams of Ativan per week, hoping that I would agaonizingly choke 2 death, speaking of wild horrible nightmare people, parallel mirror-mirror universes and reflcections, humpback-whale movies from ax-death wipe-out W-O years, and yes, let us never forget agony booths and Star Trek Shows and that awesome cool Mister Checkoff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If their plan had succeeded, I would have slowly and agonizingly been pout 2 death, cleverly, covertly, and forever, and these monster scum hole sticks would have managed 2 get completely away with it, only they found out that the goddessdog Mountainpen of the Galanet-Photo-Removers Society were not able 2 murder this 1984 HIGHLAND AVENUE HIGHLANDER quite as easily as they were hoping 2. So their plan 2 commit murder on the Mountainpen flopped and failed, HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Adding Diana's magical 'A' to THAT Mister 1971 McNulty, and we end up here with your almighty, and never ever ever never forgotten 'AHA'!!!!!!!!!!!!! WIPE OUT THIS, LOVELY AMANDA DARK SHADOWS TV-SHOW HARRIS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! Please try real dern hard now naught 2 die of a stroke and or a heart attack, Sir James Safet Redfield, and awesome ancestor Jesus Carpenter, ALMIGHTY ASTRAL IN-DWELLER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now don't go having me secretly taken 2 the great V-City and dissected Mister Holiness non-Hollister 'HOLLY-HOLY-Jewelly Diamonds and kneeling clubs around the world here an din or out of SAFET's and SAFKA's 1969 years; but hey great Pope mighty Sir, we all know that something is going down here that is far beyond this tiny little weerlld 2 keep on handling, and that sooner or later it will of course B forced 2 blow entirely apart as if a trillion H-B's all blew up in the skies simultaneously!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Simple as THAT. So all of this TOSE, with boat rental lakehouse owner Mister Mowry is quite real, with afternoon silly talk shows of television all notwithstanding of course, and all SAFET mind boggling Christ-Taught seeking and finding and knocking and receiving all ever endlessly truthfully becoming realized here; and they all tried 2 stop my song from really gelping me 2 survive, and then they struck me even harder and completely took away my needed miedication, so just who out here honestly wishes 2-B proclaimed king and emperor of the Ninny-Dummies Club or the N-D-C, and continue 2 believe that this entire story is not true and real and all part of the JESUS CHRIST TAUGHT FULL-SAFET, and of course canonized by the world owners or church of those times of Roman rule, and then along comes an entire millennium of total DARK AGES AND MISERIES 4 just about every human being on this planet; all except 4 the most wealthy of course; just as they always have secretly ruled here, and endlessly caused this entire pitiful nightmare 2 propagate into infinity on this sad Earth-Planet, with only America 4 a very short time, up until President Ronald Reagan set it all back; and started the process backward again, towards those midevel Reconnaissance times!!!!!!!!!!! But I as usual, am getting off on a tangent and need 2 stick with present focus and points here, y-O, and here comes my right on schedule, y-O-HACK, huh there gorgeous Mizz Stacey Lattisaw Jack Hack Attack?????????? Oh yea-oh yea, let us turn some takes and move some makes here, U awesome gorgeous teen-queen-U!!!!!!!
Me' point here is how the WOMO-SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES, or my nightmare-enemies, either or, knew that I was trying 2 get help from my miserable rotten daughter concerning my medical condition, an din this part of the 5th dimensional hyperspace, she couldn't care less about it, yet when she wanted certain things from me, oh yes, we all know how that has always operated and gone down in my life and in my personal reality. The tape that night in the car, the endless annoying hellishness since 1983, and on and on, and always endlessly covertly. Screw U and your hacked-'on an-DON'!!!!!!!!!!!! GET A LIFE, U miserable moron imbecilic trash-ass chair coughs!!!!!!!! GEE WHIZ-FIZZ coin dealers of Manhattan and all fat boys everywhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes these blogs prove my story, and yet Y does nobody ever get behind me or this and want 2 aid me one wee tiny little dern glass bit? Any clues U dern idiots, any at allllllllllllllllll, all great nuclear holocaust movie-makers aldare, YO??????????? Here's the short sweet simple whittle answer, YO WEERLLD: “THAT LITTLE VOICE” that endlessly whispers stuff 2-U, all of U, such as, “The guy's nuttier than dog slit”, “anyone can put stuff together that is really meaningless”, “He is just looking 2 earn and take from anyone willing 2 listen 2 the grassmole”, What a fake nut job”, and on and on and on and no sir, not on an don!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jane Thistlthorns Sleazeweedsdisease Crapperpants just got me again, so here is my 5-grouping 2 try and compensate 4 her eternal assault on the Mountainpen ever since she started with me in the spring time in 1993 at that horrible ball park in Atlanta, Georgia-USA!!!!!!!!!!
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Well, I admit when I am wrong, just as dirty dancer no Babe in the corner Mister Jerry Orbach did in his played part in that awesome movie with Patrick Muscle-Boy Swuasey and yes, I know his surname is misspelled here and Mike Soft cannot help me so no complaints please; but yes, I say I am wrong when I am wrong, and I was wrong about the Community Room. There was only the bingo-game, and all the other stuff was just stuff that happened during the day, and it all broke up shortly after it began. There was some fireworks in the distance and there was a party in some nearby trailer on New Years Eve Day, but I can live with a little bit of holiday merriment, as long as I am able 2 live my own life in my own joint here, Mister Steve Winn, and not B pestered and bothered with lots of silly and stupid gayety and nonsense that I never was into nor cared about in the least, even when young. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
The Galanet controllers of the WOMO-SPACEFORCE (A-51-WP Air-Force-Base) and others, know this blog is about 2 post now at 49 minutes past 2 of this Tuesday afternoon on 2 January of 2024. A crash level noisy aerial attack just went Joe 1980-Sivo RPL 'down' here at me' residence. I will only B opening stuff up today, continuing my long laid down foundations concerning the ESS, the WOMO, the TOSE, the History Markers Removal Club, all of it, and then a vaquillion other things tying all of this and a whole dern lot more, all together, that will totally absolutely blow all of your minds, and THAT is a promise from heredahelda, y-O, and I did not look, and yes, the enemies made it hacked and come out as y-O again. I am unable 2 correct 2 character items as it always crashes the program, and since I don't like the red wavy lines underneath the thing, I am the one that goes back and places in the hyphens. Not that all mistakes get caught unless I waste time proofreading each thing that I write, but at least a quick scanning review B-4 posting, allows me 2-C and correct the red wavy squiggly lines under words, and so words I do not wish 2 have this happen with, need 2-B hyphenated, YO, and yes, I looked that time, so the hack is not quantum dynamic activated by the WOMO-SPACEFORCE-GALANET-PEEPS!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW AND WIPE OUT WOMAN, NIGHTMARE WOMAN, AND ALL OF MY SONG LYRICS FROM THE 1990'S CAN ALL GO AND DO SOMETHING WITH THEMSELVES THAT AIN'T ALL THAT MISTER TOMMY ROWE POLITE, NOR FILLED WITH PEACHES AND CREAM OR JAM OR JELLY, physically or astrally, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As the great once Governor of CALI said, only 2 well; “I'll B BAHHCK”!
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