Category: 1-NEEDS-EDITING

Dream: I am designing and testing video games similar to Murder One based in Turkey (Istanbul) and Syria (Damascus).

Earlier, I was working with an agency. Something supernatural was going on, but I can’t recall precisely what; I have a big square gold ring with a red ruby stone, maybe Masonic.

A mob boss has a shootout with another bodyguard, and both underestimate one another’s violent dispositions. I represent the shooting on film w/o showing either get shot, but the bullets pile up in a freeze frame style. I’m at [LOCATION REDACTED] making amends, telling my pals how my life has changed and what I’ve done to improve myself.

Global Preservation Society (GPS)

My earliest glimpse of my elusive mistress was when I was a small child. The gate leading to my grandparents’ backyard was made of red and white corrugated metal and would swing in the wind, slamming closed with a hollow clang. I was too small to open the gate at the time, so I decided to race the wind to get out of the yard as it closed. The wind won, and in the process, the gate sliced open my right heel. The incident very nearly incapacitated my Achilles tendon and caused profuse bleeding, a sight that was doubly traumatizing because of the plastic milk bag that my grandparents used to collect the blood. The vision of this makes me feel ill to this day, a trauma that could have been lessened by the “common” sense first aid practice of wrapping a wound with a dark towel. Unbeknownst to me, this angel was assigned to me for reasons unclear, but her presence would forever be a catalyst for my destiny unfolding.

FATHER FIGURE

Dream/Side Story: I wake up one morning to find all electronics AWOL. Overnight the world is reverted to pre-industrialism. No one seems to have a clue except for some whom more than believe but KNOW the truth. Intergalactic activists have staged a protest on earth by hijacking “superior” technology in order to subvert the planet’s rampant consumerism, greed and domination of many by few. Banks are crippled, currency no longer exists and the imaginary stock market vanishes without a trace. The purpose of their doing this, their intention, is to return humanity to a simpler (agrarian? Hunter/Gatherers we remain) state to reconnect them with their spiritual nature by removing technology that had developed to promote humanity’s ugly traits like laziness and gluttony. Unfortunately, only a few get the message and they are scoffed at and disdained by those pillaging and doom saying.

Does this music … make ya wanna fuck