The light at the end of the tunnel, is not an illusion . . . but the tunnel is!
ME AND MARSHAL DILLON DREAM
So, the dream starts out, with me and some guy, sitting, fully clothed, on a bed, that seemed to be his house, and his bedroom, with the lights on, very innocent, and sweet, both with our heads up, and sitting prone, up against the headboard. It seemed, we were not an item, yet, but moving in that direction, and as I recall, either we were already holding hands, or I slide mine up into his hand, later, I took, one of my legs, and crossed it over his Levi pant, legs, and he was telling me, like, about his kids, a single father with two young children, and, we were discussing, the implications on that, and the reality of where he was, stationed in life . . . no mention of his wife, or her location and situation, just, that he was where he was. In the dream, at first, I didn't know who he was, but, I knew, that I knew him from somewhere, and, that is as detailed at he dream was, but, I awoke immediately, racking my brain, for who this familiar face was, where I knew him, from, and my mind went back to, like my early life, growing up in Bountiful, Utah, and for some reason, at first, I landed on him, being an old Mormon bishop? then, my mind, quickly dismissed that, and all the sudden, half awake and half asleep, I was like, wait a minute, that is Marshal Dillon of Gunsmoke!
Immediately, that took me to the country western song, I Should Have Been a Cowboy, and why didn't Marshal Dillon ever ask Kitty, the single, saloon, owner, who you knew they had a thing for each other, so, yeah, why the hell, did, he not, do something? Chicken shit? That took me, back to, lol, the Butte Rescue Mission, to James Kennedy, standing up out of nowhere, dancing and singing to either this song, or Ride Into Town and Love You Like A Cowboy! I thought, it interesting, that, in my cloak and dagger world, of spies, hit men, bounty hunters, cops, of all ranks and files, and having worked with cops, I tend to get an impression, of the men, whom, the government, or the cops, send, as honey traps to me, to lure me into some sinister snare, to take me down, tame me, try to keep me flat on my back, so that I either don't have the desire, being directed someplace else, or they think, it might keep me, entertained, or that fucking, might make me nicer! LOL! Probably not, to all the above . . . if we can't beat her outright, then, we have to finesse her, into, being more amiable, and mailable, because, we could use her help, especially in this new climate, of a stalemate, between, cops and the communities, they are suppose to protect and serve, with new rules, coming out of the feds, to give local and state cops, directions as to when, to use, excessive force, which, just that term, to me, suggests, they are already using too much, force, in general, self defense, a person, cop or no cop, are only, allowed to use, the force, necessary, to stop, some threat, to their person or body . . . and NO MORE! But, the fact that I didn't recognize Matt Dillion, was interesting, because, clearly, upon, looking at it, that was him, it has just been, a long, long time, since I have watched, GUNSMOKE . . . symbolic, in an of itself! LOL Or, it could suggest a particular cop, who I know, but who is working undercover?
SIGNIFICANCE OF THE BED IS INTERESTING
Politically, speaking, people who are in cahoots, with each other, or working together, or with similar agendas, may be referred to as, being in bed together. Now that was not the case, it, showed us on top of the bed, but not, sleeping together, or under the covers, but, actually, very comfortable with, being with each other, and I would venture a guess, that, over the course of the last 3 years, that cops have grown, more accustomed and comfortable with my positions, seeing me not so much as a threat, but an ally, with, the interests of both the community and cops, in mind, knowing that the U.S. Constitution, is the compromise, that actually, protects, cops and the community, they serve, if followed, and, seeing that it is not my goal, to crucify cops, or get them fired, or using the Constitution as a means to beat them up with, but as a means of, seeing that, the government, makes good on its promise, to abide by the rules of engagement, or contract, between the government and the governed! The cops, prosecutors and judges, are not in operation to make money, to protect the system, nor to work as a foreboding, monolith, of power, to come crashing and smashing the lives of WE THE PEOPLE, who, you now, target, rather then serve and protect, seeing you as protecting the very system, that is to protect us, and using it as a battering ram, to bludgeon, and beat down the tattered masses of protestors, marchers, those with, legitimate, issues to be redressed against the government, through, PEACEFUL MEANS!
The bed, also, as a place of meeting, suggests, a coming together, a meeting of the minds, a recognition of, even the elements that sex, has played in the divisions, but, an innocence, a respect, and, a slow, move, together, keeping in mind, that, there is caution, danger, and sex, can ruin, even the best relationship, if, misused, abused, or mistreatment of either party. I am just as guilty, in reverse, of being, shallow, sexist, belligerent, degrading, and demeaning of men . . . but, in this battle of the sexes, also, suggests, values for life, for offspring, for those we are responsible to and for, as seen in the representation of children, and with me and the Marshal, coming together, with, Matt as the responsible party, as cops are, with the people in their community, and protecting the health, safety and welfare of their citizens, is much like, being responsible for children, who really are reliant on their parents, for all they need, as citizens, are with cops, almost a parent, child, relationship, not only in protection walls up front, but, as safety nets, from community policing, to hard core, detective work, after a crime has been committed, to bring some justice and peace of mind to a victim's family! And, in the dream, Matt or the Marshal, was able to see, that, job, either as a single father, is better accomplished with a mate, or partner . . . and, in cops work, having, not only a bad ass con law chick, on your side, but someone with the legal experience, I have, can do nothing but bolster and help law enforcement's cause, and ease things with the communities they serve, being a bridge of some sort, like a step-mom, can be, when she is pure of heart and mind, not operating in jealousy, or envy for time spent with children. STRONGER TOGETHER!
THE PUZZLING PART . . . I WAS WEARING SHORTS AND HAD FAR BETTER LEGS THAN, I HAVE BEEN KNOWN T O HAVE HAD, AS OF LATE?
Interpretation, number one . . . that contrary to what, cops think, my sister, Rachel, or others, are not me, only in your dreams, and the shorts could be symbolic of me being shorter than, she is, or, it could indicate, that the tan legs, are, representative of her . . . I have always, thought, that, in the looks, category, which is where cops tend to land, I have the better, upper torso, even in light of the $50,000 plastic surgery she has had, I would, honestly think, that once, men overcome the distraction of boobs, it is the face they are most, interested in, and in all honestly, I feel my face is better than, hers; however, she does have much better legs, wears shorts, tans, etc., that I NEVER DO! So, it this the cop fantasy, taking two women, and meshing them into one, taking, half of me and half of her? I think, they literally tried to do that, my brain and work, her, body and overall look, but that is DREAMING, you don't get to mix and match body parts, people come as packaged deals, not like the old toy, MR. POTATO HEAD! Men, cops, organizations, law enforcement, don't get to create, their dream, LEGAL BARBIE, and I was about as close as you could get, back in the days, before, I killed, asset forfeiture, and then the cops, took me out, and then tried to recreate me, using, sisters, and friends and they all got their ASSES BEAT . . . GUN SMOKE! LOL! Guns, representing COPS, and SMOKE, representing, winning, smokin', beating, conquering! or maybe winning their respect, as seen in the cozy, close, comfortable, but, reserved, positioning of Marshal Dillon and me?
Or the short, could mean, that the TWINS, that, cops were presented with, one an attorney, the other a flight attendant that was passed for an attorney, or even as ME, is really, the short one, being at least, 3 to 4 inches, shorter than Rachel, the flight attendant! or the other sisters for that matter. I am maybe the shortest of all the Southwick sisters, or at least of the short set, and Rachel, Shelley and Sue, make up the bigger sisters, easier to confuse as older sisters, due to size, not to be easily, dismissed, as the power packed, bad ass con law chick, who is shorter, than, the three, but similar in size to, Marcie and Tiffany. Who, knows, or it means, that I am going to get in shape, or if I do, I am the preferable, partners, not only in law, which should have been the case all the way along, but, the cops, figured out a way to get, it all, eat their cake and have it too, because, is was so dedicated to what I was doing, that, the money never matter, but, Black Lives Mattered, Cops Lives Mattered, Asian Lives, Hispanic, White, Indian Lives Mattered! If nothing else, I don't discriminate, and I go for JUSTICE FOR ALL! Just modeling, the behavior I want you to do on the streets, in the courts, and also, not throwing away the keys on rehabilitation of alleged, convicted criminals, in the system!
THE MERRY WIDOW
Think, Victoria Secrets, now, I was just in a community meeting, here at Mary's Place, where I am writing this blog, the merry blogger, with internet, somewhere I don't have to pay, to get on the net, but, at this morning's, 9:30 Community Meeting, it was curious to see, on the TV screen, a woman, in a form on lingerie, called the Merry Widow, and, she didn't have a head, nor legs, but the torso was there, with the like, black bra, and black panties with a black, lace, thing connecting, the two, very sexy, but the hands on this, part of the body, were placed on the hips, as if the woman wearing it was, disgusted, or shocked, that, something unexpected was happening with her man, like, UH? And, it is interesting, because, Rachel has the knock out body, with tons of help, and that was about as far as she needed to go with, cops, very physical, into body image, and preferring her, as their symbol of, who is kicking their asses, intellectually! Now, back in the day, I am sure, that I fit, that, description, much better than after, the cops themselves, took me out of the game, as legal Barbie, forced me on meds, at least long enough to put on 100 pounds, and told me I was going to die! Then, from the point of recovery, blocked every attempt, at a gym, health club, membership at a spa, and even swimming, trying to protect, the new me, or the body, me, or Rachel, as ME!
Maybe there has been some maturity, that has happened over the time, and the cops, have gotten them into enough shit, following, untrained, non-legal, and unconstitutional not so bad ass chicks, who while, the women, the bodies, the personalities, and the lovers, they wanted and maybe needed, to learn, can't replace, the knowledge, the power, the understanding, to training, the experience, and background, coming from all angles of criminal law, from prosecution, to civil rights, to criminal defense, and everything in between, from family and criminal law to securities! so every aspect, of the law, from criminal to civil and all in between, a one in a million, attorney, that is hard to replace with tits and ass, and so, condescending, demeaning, and degrading to even attempt, that! Therein, the battle ensued, darkened, deepened the divide, but, my blog, bridged the gap! WE ARE ON THE SAME SIDE! WE SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN ENEMIES, WE ALL TOOK THE SAME OATH, AND THE PATRIOT ACT NEVER WILL, NEVER HAS REPLACED THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION!
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