HACKER FLAVOR OF TODAY! STEAL EVERY FUCKING DAY!
https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=3121761518836847019#editor/target=post;postID=2702338352666842493DREAMSCAPE IN TWO RELATED SEGMENTS!
MASSIVE TUNNEL OR CORRIDOR OR CORE, I ADORE!
In this first part of the dream, I was walking, through, this, massive, cement structure, almost like, some tunnel, to nowhere . . . about, 50 feet tall, and walls, all cement too. Very bleak, lonely, dark, grey, and with some type of road, going through it, don't recall if it was paved, or dirt, all dark, damp, and dreary, to say the least. All the sudden, out of the blue, Penn Owens, a step-son, from, my second, marriage to Jerry Owens, whom, I haven't talked to for, almost 20 years, came, literally, running by me, and tried to grab, a second, layer, of warmth, but thin, black, light, running or exercise, jacket, I keep, tied around my waist, when, I don't have it on! Generally, I have something similar to this, always, near me, because, even in the summers, I get cold on the bus, or in the library, or, with the weather in Montana changing ever 5 minutes, with sun, one second, and storm clouds and rain the next, I just, keep it, for comfort.
In the process, of this attempt, to steal, or expose, my ass, or take my light jacket, he failed, but, the jacket, sleeves, came untied, and the jacket, slipped, down, below my ass, and almost fell off of me. The material, is, such, that it doesn't, slide or disengage, easily, and it can, be down, right, sticky, when, I put it on, over, my other, black, long sleeve shirt, pissing me off! In this case, I was glad, that it sticks, and he didn't get the jacket! Penn is an interesting character, and at first, I was pissed, like that little punk ass, bastard, of Jerry's, how dare he try to disrobe me, or expose me, or steal my jacket, in a place, such as this? But, as I thought, about that part of the dream, as I often, do, there was another, possible, interpretation, I generally, have a initial, knee jerk, reaction, then, after thinking more on the dream, something else might come to mind, as it did with Penn.
THE OLDER, RESPONSIBLE SON, WHO, WHILE, INHERITING MONEY, GOT THROUGH COLLEGE, AT A BREAK-NECK PACE, MARRIED, JOINED A REPUTABLE, LANDSCAPE ARCHITECTURE FIRM, BUILT HIS OWN, HOME, IS A FATHER, FAITHFUL CHURCH MEMBER, RETURN MISSIONARY, AND WAS TRUSTED BY RICH GRANDMA, TO MANAGE, NOT ONLY JERRY'S HOME, NOW, CONSIDERED, FAMILY PROPERTY, WITH TAXES LEFT UNPAID, AND PENN THREATENING TO KICK JERRY OUT OF HIS OWN HOME, UNLESS HE WORKED, OR PAID THE TAXES AND SUPPORTED HIMSELF . . . A GOOD KID, HARD ASS!
A first glance, given the fact that, Penn is, very active in the Mormon Church, I applied the word, CORRIDOR, or you core, a woman, I adore, to the Mormon Muffins, Shelley, Kay, both, very inactive, and not dedicated, but for what the church can do for them, but Rachel, Sue, Marcie, Tiffany, etc. But, in fact, the dream, wrestling with it, might tell another story . . . that Penn, a kid, who, can relate to me, and might have, even, used me, as a parent, in comparison, to his own, father, having, dated or married, over, my law school, years and the first, 5 or so, years practicing law, at the Utah Attorney Generals Office, and beyond, may, have actually, heard of my plight, and being outside the inner circle, due to, close controls, by the Mormon Mafia, operating on a "need to know" basis, probably would have left, Penn, the straight arrow son, out of the mix, because he would have, been horrified, at what had been done to me, had he known!
Penn, may have cone across my blog, and suspected, or guessed that it was, me, but given the sensitive nature of his relationship with Jerry, and Jerry, having, turned to Shelley, after I left, the general pattern, Penn, probably, was worried and rightly so, that he, could get fucked, in the process of trying to help me, or Elliot . . . our kids, bonded, while, Jerry and I fought over, politics and religion! Penn was always, sweet and Micah, too, and they, might even look, at my relationship with their father, mourning, over their dead brother at the time we met, as their saving grace, daddy was so, despondent, over, Yuri's death, from cancer at age 9, that he was, destroying, Penn and Micah with grief, until we met and then he was obsessed over me, and, I protected, the boys, from him!!!!! LOL. Penn is a flip of the coin, but, I would bet, on the fast, exposure, of my ass . . . because, he never came back to try to really steal the jacket, he did a single attempt, maybe to say, no this is the bad ass con law CHICK, NOT SHELLEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I LOVED PENN AND MICAH, JUST TALKING TO THEM ON THE PHONE!
THE MASSIVE PRINTING APPARATUS DISCOVERED IN THE BASEMENT OF AN OLD OFFICE BUILDING BEING LEASED BY ME???????
The one thing, I will say about Shelley, in all the time, she lived with me, in St. George, in Bloomington, Utah, Sugar Leo, is that, while she old had a $35 Deseret Industry, white couch, she did have a very nice, office, sized, and ampted, up, printing machine! Now, while I was practicing law, and used, a small, home office, printer, Shelley, who was working on her own, mortgage modification, business, or whatever, she, came up with, the industrial sized, printer, which, I found, odd, but, a great addition to the house, even though, I didn't need it, I could have come in handy, had I needed to make, say, three copies for, opposing counsel, the judge, and the court, as is required, for federal court, e-filing, eventually, you have to get the other, parties involved, hard copies of the brief or filing. So that is the history of Shelley and the Big Printing Press, connection.
Interestingly, enough, I had this dream, the day, I cashed the check, at US BANK, rather than going next door, and depositing it in my account, that is likely, now, Shelley's new account, not mine, always, charged, always, ready to run, and she had cancelled my Walmart Money Cards, stopped my account, action, at Wells Fargo, and has fucked up, all, possible, simple checking, cards, like Blue Bird, Green Dot, Mastercard, and Visa, so, that she can control, my money, and therefore, me! She has tried for 20 years to get control of my Social Security check ans she came fucking near, getting it this time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So, "pink stink" check is Shelley, not me! I did, however, get what is left, after, Frank, or Jack, or Jerry, or now, Cowboy, or, whomever, Trump, for that matter, is done with Shelley, and her making it look, like I am married, which, I MOST CERTAINLY, FUCKING AM NOT, for the sole purpose of, making it look, like I am the loser, she is and she is the winner I am, and have always, been, all the way along!
PRESTIGE PRINTING
Oh, Kay, with that, background, and this, could be symbolic of the whole, Mormon, Mob, men in black Mafia, who, has pulled this off and so simply! They work like a MONSTER MACHINE! But all they are claiming as theirs, is, in fact, MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They just print, my work, always have, always, did and always will! Shelley, Jesse, Tiffany, Anderson, started this, printing, job with, Elliot's bands, music, starting way, way back, with Parallax, Maraloka, particularly, GOD'S REVOLVER, Worst Friends, and now, THE DITCH AND THE DELTA! I started watching, Shelley, first, seeing, tons of blank CD's, stacked in her house, in Logan, back when, I left, Brett . . . stacks of stacks, were entitled, BANDIT! Brett's dog, was, named, Bandito, or Spanish for Bandit! Now for the dream . . . I believe, the check, that I cashed, is key!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Connects all the dots, from, the start of my law school, years, through, now, and everything in between!
So, in the dream, I am alone, and I walk, into this, dark, basement office, to discover, this massive, printing machine, and on the top, of the printer, looking like, someone was preparing to print, a book, without a cover, but exposing, the poem, or the contents of a small list, that was, on the coverless, first page, facing, open, and up, on the printer. I looked at the list, or the poem, and remembered, that in some recent blog, I had, copied, a short, poem, or what, appeared to be either, a list of other books, by the same author, or, chapters of the book. Now the significance of this, is, that I had been writing about, the GENERAL'S DAUGHTER, for about three blogs, over the last week or so, so that is a critical book, to have in your possession, if you are trying to be me, right? RIGHT! I found it curious, last week, when, Susan, a chick at the Pov. who, always has a book in her hand, asked me if she could, read, the General's Daughter after me, when, she, must have overheard, me talking about who good the book is, and how much, I could relate to the father, daughter, relationship, in the book.
On the last, blog, I actually, posted it, and, after, I noticed, in the front of the book, there was a short poem, by, one of my favorite writers, from, early American times, and period, in literature, T.S. Eliot, also, because of my son's, name, Elliot! Now, for someone who is trying to make it look, like, she is me, and Elliot is, her son, so, they can launder, all my blogging money, through, the notion of the rich, rock star, he is critical and therefore, this poem is of significance, for the steal! But, after I post, I go through this, release of my intellectual property, almost turning it loose on the universe to do what it will, and take it where it will, for good, and I rarely, proof read, or, do much, after, I post . . . I do, however, add, things, I forgot, all the fucking time . . . . is it like, THE HAPPY WIDOW, I wanted to not forget, to add to this blog, for obvious reasons, all the people you hate, end up in your family, by Chris Rock . . . Chris's, rap and hip hop music, was even, harder to trace, than Elliot's music, because, his was never, heard, but by me, and maybe, wife, Kat, and just lifted off the computer, all electronic, and no, show!
SOME PUNK ASS KID, WITH HIS HAIR SLICKED BACK, REMINDING ME OF, THE FONZ FROM HAPPY DAYS, ISAAC, SON OF BRETT, CAME UP, AND FOUND ME SNOOPING AROUND, THE BASEMENT OFFICE AND THE PRINTING PRESS, AND SAID, NOW, IT REMINDED ME, OF A MUCH YOUNGER, ISAAC--HE STILL HAD HAIR BACK THEN, THE BENEFICIARY OF, AND THIS IS SIGNIFICANT, ELLIOT, A SIGN, OF THE T.S. ELIOT, POEM, SITTING ON THE PRINTER! MY MOM, IS TAKING OVER "YOUR" LEASE OR RENT? AGAIN, VERY SYMBOLIC, OF TAKING OVER, MY LIFE, WITH A PRINTING PRESS, STEALING, THROUGH, PRINT, MY CASES, MY LOBBYING, MY WATER COMPACT WORK, MY BLOG, ONE CLICK AWAY FROM, FAME, RICHES, PRESTIGE, POWER, NAME, POSITIONS . . . I AM LOOKING FOR A CAREER WITH POTENTIAL . . . OH, JOANN'S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MIND-BLOWING CONSENT?
Now, days, with the unnatural use of both, males and females, who knows, who was having sex with who, and what bonds were being formed, who's kid, was who's, and gang, sex, could explain, unnatural loyalties, between, even consenting parties, that could have lead to, strange bedfellows, if you know what I mean, jelly bean. Elliot is a man of the world! Just a mother's intuition, and some very close cousins, charming psychopaths, with powerful connections, that, might have had, some influence on, very young, and, parents, who were allegedly MISSING IN ACTION, while in reality, were FORCED OUT OF ACTION AND KEPT OUT OF ACTION, FOR ACCESS TO VERY TALENTED, AND BRILLIANT CHILDREN, DEALING WITH INFLUENCES, THAT I CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE! BOTH ELLIOT AND CHRIS WERE TALENTS IN WAITING, BUT THE SIGNS OF POSSIBLE FAME, MONEY, RICHES, WERE ALREADY WRITTEN, ON THEIR, YOUNG, MINDS . . . THEY ARE MY KIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ELLIOT WAS 14, AND CHRIS, JUST 17, WHEN, BOTH PARENTS, WERE TAKEN OUT OF THE MIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ENTER A VERY YOUNG, SHELLEY AND SUSAN, BOTH LOOKED ABOUT THE WAY THEY DID IN HIGH SCHOOL! PHYSICALLY, THESE ARE TWO OF THE BIG THREE SISTERS, IN HEIGHT . . . ME, MARCIE AND TIFFANY, ARE ALL, MUCH SHORTER, MORE FINE BONED, AND SMALLER, LIKE MY MOTHER, THESE THREE, ADDING RACHEL, ARE MORE MY FATHER'S GIRLS! BIGGER BONE STRUCTURES AND THAT COMES INTO PLAY IN THIS PART OF THE DREAM. I STAND, MUCH TALLER THAN, THEM, IN WORLDLY STATURE, CREDENTIALS, EDUCATION, EXPERIENCE, TRAINING, AND POWER, OR SHOULD HAVE, BUT GAINING, MY RIGHTFUL PLACE IN SOCIETY, ONCE AGAIN, AFTER A 20 YEAR, HIATUS, AND THEY DO HATE US!
First Shelley, comes in the basement, that, has the traditional, pillars or load bearing, walls, small windows, just for some light, dark, dank, and no lights on, a cheap desk, under one of the windows . . . actually, if I recall, Shelley, was first sitting, at that desk, and I probably didn't see, Shelley, sitting there, when, I came in, probably too cheap, if, she is not using my money to pay, the electric bill! Oh, just one more thing about the book, and Susan, the Poverello, reader, who asked me for the book, never, like, Shelley, is without a book in her hand, making this statement, stand out, and so full of shit, as to whom, the book, was borrowed, or taken for, not for, personal use, but paid to get out of MY HANDS!!!!!!!!!! When, I asked, Pov. Susan, how she was enjoying the book, she said, it was so good, she didn't start it yet? This chick is never, not reading, some book, it is her pastime, and ticket to sanity, hanging out all day in the Pov.
When I handed the book to Susan, Pov. she asked me where the paper cover of the book was? I told her, it was torn, before, I got it, and got worse, as I read it . . . she looked at me, and said, YOU NEVER DISCARD THE COVER OF A BOOK! Now, to me, the substance of the book, is more than the cover--never judge a book by the cover! Shelley, would want to act, like she was reading the book, with the bright, red cover, with, the title and the author, both referred to, so people, would actually, believe, she was the blogger. The book had passed, Susan, is not reading it now, nor did she ever read it, nor did she intend to read it, she just wanted it out of my hands!. SHE GOT IT AS, PROOF SHELLEY, IS ME, the book was marked with, my notes, my quoted, paragraphs, my stars by certain, parts, and filled with my relationship with, my father, far, from, the close, knit, daddy/daughter, duo, who have been partners in CRIME, since Shelley was in JUNIOR HIGH, and the dream will indicate this, very young, much, younger, not even, married in the dream . . . out of the last, family picture, shortly, before all of us, left home! Sue was actually, pretty, with long hair! LOL. The last thing I did, after posting was, reopen, my blog, and put, a poem, that was probably missed, by Shelley, thus, the clue, that she is printing, my work!
When I handed the book to Susan, Pov. she asked me where the paper cover of the book was? I told her, it was torn, before, I got it, and got worse, as I read it . . . she looked at me, and said, YOU NEVER DISCARD THE COVER OF A BOOK! Now, to me, the substance of the book, is more than the cover--never judge a book by the cover! Shelley, would want to act, like she was reading the book, with the bright, red cover, with, the title and the author, both referred to, so people, would actually, believe, she was the blogger. The book had passed, Susan, is not reading it now, nor did she ever read it, nor did she intend to read it, she just wanted it out of my hands!. SHE GOT IT AS, PROOF SHELLEY, IS ME, the book was marked with, my notes, my quoted, paragraphs, my stars by certain, parts, and filled with my relationship with, my father, far, from, the close, knit, daddy/daughter, duo, who have been partners in CRIME, since Shelley was in JUNIOR HIGH, and the dream will indicate this, very young, much, younger, not even, married in the dream . . . out of the last, family picture, shortly, before all of us, left home! Sue was actually, pretty, with long hair! LOL. The last thing I did, after posting was, reopen, my blog, and put, a poem, that was probably missed, by Shelley, thus, the clue, that she is printing, my work!
I walk, over to Shelley, and start, head, slapping her, for, more, than, 20 years, if not a lifetime of theft, of everything from character, to sons' music, to current, situation, and my blogging, not to mention, leopards don't change spots, even taking, from, my over pay on law school loans . . . like cops, they just can't resist fucking with me, just can't do it, no benefit goes unnoticed or an attempt to take it from me, they hate me that bad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The plan is always, always, always, to kill me, jail me, or trap me, so Shelley, can get the benefits, protecting all the houses, vehicles and toy haulers, the cops, have benefited from, if not the bankers, the university, the rescue missions, and all, over the 4.5 years of fucking, EZ MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Donna Summers, she worked hard for MY MONEY, so you better treat her right or good! Shelley, aka, me, to most of you, stands a good, 3 to 4 inches, taller, than, I am . . . so, for me to be batting her head, from side to side, with head swipes, just taking it, as punishment, is a bit, strange, other than, she knows, the check catches her, red handed, and she is done for!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now, I am not a violent persons, but, 20 years of abuse, at a minimum, and for what she has done, this is more like in the category of JUSTIFIABLE HOMICIDE!!!!!!!!!!!! WOULD BE TOO GOOD FOR THIS BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO THE SLAPPING WAS MILD, AND SOMETHING, THE FAMILY COUNTED ON . . . MY MOTHER USED TO SAY AT THE START OF THIS . . . YOUR BARK IS WORSE THAN YOU BITE! SHE USED TO SAY, YOU ARE TOUGH ON THE OUTSIDE, BUT SOFT AS BUTTER ON THE INSIDE . . . SHELLEY IS THE OPPOSITE, MS. CONGENIALITY, BUT A TOTAL RUTHLESS BITCH, ON THE INSIDE, A KILLER, AND ASSASSIN, AND WHEN, JEALOUS, AS DANGEROUS AS THEY COME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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