TOO RICH TO BE CORRUPT? FROM WHAT I HAVE SEEN, AND LEARNED ABOUT THE VERY RICH . . . THE MORE THEY HAVE, THE MORE THEY WANT, LIKE A SICK ASS DISEASE, THEY CAN'T GET THEIR HANDS ON TOO MANY HOMES, TOO MANY CARS, TOO MANY PLANES, JETS, GOLF COURSES, IT IS NEVER ENDING, SO DON'T GIVE US THAT SHIT . . . CORRUPTION BEGETS CORRUPTION!
THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH, HAS BEEN MY BIGGEST ENEMY IN THIS "IDENTITY THEFT" OF MY RICHES!
DREAM #1 . . . TWO PARTS, THE OLD, THE NEW
In the first part of this dream, two part, it started out with me and my second husband, Jerry Owens, who is, hint, hint, hint, 71 year old, right now, and he looks every bit his age. In the dream, he is moving, and I am like, wondering why he is moving? Now, I don't think, that meant, literally moving, from his house, in Midway, but it could be, it was three and a half acres, and huge ass house, and tons of work, in yard, garden and housework, so maybe . . . I haven't seen him, in about, 5 years, and he looked weathered and aged then, so what does he look like now? I am not sure, but he was moving. I kind of got the impression, that the man, who didn't seem 8 years older than me, 25 years ago, when we started dating, me age, what about 37, and he was it seems, 43, if I recall, both energy partners, and full of piss and vinegar, managing, both our lives, and tons of kids, his, mine, cousins, friends, and having a great time doing it, has now given way to, at least it appeared to me, old age, for him, in the dream . . . I got the sense that he was psychologically, giving in to the fact that, we no longer, are even in the same generation! LOL.
I was puzzled, as to why he was moving, but that seemed, the most logical of all the options. There was some dialogue, but, the overall, feeling was, he is bailing on me, which is interesting, because, he used to bring up the fact that, the swans in the back yard, mate for life, and after the female swan was shot, by one of the neighbor kids, the Johnson crew, he was sad to see the male swan, all by himself, without a mate, and he was actually, I think, trying to draw analogies, between me and him, after we broke up. Just recently, I saw a large photo, of a single swan, on a pond, that looked, a lot, like the one in Jerry's backyard. I thought, I wonder what he is doing? Is he still feeling like the male swan, me and him, waiting for me to come home? The thought made me sad, but, he has grown old, and I have gone in the opposite direction, with younger and younger men, being of interest to me and me them, as the next dream indicates, and seems to be playing out in my life . . . many say, age is just a number! I have heard that for years, and I never have older men, even look at me, nor do they seem, attracted to me, and that, seems to be, an age gap, thing? LOL. Strange problem to have, and then, have the younger men, more and more interested????
FOX NEWS MORNING ANCHORS--SOMETHING HIT ME THE OTHER DAY, WITH DOOSEY, AND WHATEVER THE DARK DUDE'S NAME IS, BOTH WHO HAVE BEEN AROUND FOREVER, AND SOME NEW HOTTIE, CHICK, WHO IS AT LEAST WEARING MORE MODEST DRESSES, THAT GO ALMOST TO THE KNEES, SITTING IN THE MIDDLE, NOT SAYING MUCH, BUT, I THOUGHT OF HOW MANY, FEMALE, FOXES, WHO HAVE, SHARED THAT MORNING COUCH WITH THE TWO, VERY AGING, MEN, COKE BOTTLE GLASSES, SKIN, STARTING TO BUNCH AROUND THEIR LOWER JAWS AND CHEEKS, SKIN SAGGING, THEN, SITTING IN JUXTAPOSITION WITH THE NEW FRESH FEMALE, STAR OF THE SHOW, STANDING OUT LIKE A SORE THUMB . . . WELL, THE MEN ARE STILL THERE BECAUSE THEY HAVE SO MUCH EXPERIENCE?????? LIKE, THE OTHER FEMALE ANCHORS, LONG REPLACED DIDN'T HAVE EXPERIENCE, HISTORY, AND INSIGHTS TO ADD???? THE HONEY COLORED, NATURAL BEAUTY WHO IS ON, NOW, REMINDS ME OF WHAT I LOOKED LIKE IN HIGH SCHOOL . . . READY FOR THE NEXT PART OF THE DREAM? LOL. MIND BLOWING AND A BIT OF A PUSH! EVEN FOR ME!
CHEATING ON A HIGH SCHOOL TEST? FUCK NO!
This dream was fascinating, just in the subject area . . . so, I am with this really, young guy, who, was blonde, tall, thin, not exactly the look of my son, Chris, but a similar look, and he had just, stolen, the key, to some test, a bunch of us, had to take, and he was showing us, parts of this test, that looked, more like, the cover of my son's, DITCH AND THE DELTA, HIVES IN DECLINE, CD, background, also reminded me, of the new section of Pike's Market, still under construction, and I was stunned to see, the file, looked old, just like the original, tile in the Utah State Capitol Building where I have had two offices, but it is very small, octagon, type, white tile, with black grout, so it must be trendy again, imitating the old styles from the passed. But there were several students, all, looked, a bit nerdy, like, I am now . . . a song on the radio, or McDonald's today, said, If you are a straight A student, you are thinking way too hard . . . so this smart group, are all gathered around, and this kid, pulls out, the key to the test, and there is this like, strange, configurations, maybe a chemistry, type thing, that is nothing I have seen, nor was I prepared for the test.
Having complete confidence in my skills as a scholar and student, with, 19 years to prove that, I said, well, I am not going to CHEAT ON THIS TEST! I have never cheated on any test in my life and I can learn this without, using this key, to the test, to get by! Then, I wanted to know, when the test was being administered? TOMORROW! I was shocked, and new, there was just not enough time to master this shit, whatever it was! Then, I thought, and said, why am I taking the test, I have a juris doctorate? I don't have to study, nor take this test! LOL. The shocking thing about the dream was, the context, of being in high school, not like in, back in the day, but, NOW????? The connection between, having a law degree, and testing for a high school test, were, right in the same time frame, which is shocking in and of itself, that my mind, or something, is putting, a 63 year old, formerly with a husband, mate, 8 years older than me, back in the 1990's ,when I met Jerry, now leaving me, as a potential, mate or partner, and then, the dreamscape, jumping to putting me with high school students? WHAT THE FUCK . . . BUT, I WAS MUCH RELIVED, TO KNOW, I DIDN'T HAVE TO TAKE THAT TEST, AND THAT, I STILL HAD MY LAW DEGREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL.
WHILE FLATTERED, I HAVE TO TELL THE TRUTH, I GRADUATED FROM HIGH SCHOOL, BACK IN 1973! I HAVE SAID REPEATEDLY, MY AGE IS NOT SUBJECTIVE . . . GO BACK TO THE BOUNTIFUL HIGH YEAR BOOKS, AND CHECK, JOANN SOUTHWICK, 1970 TO 1973, THAT IS ME! I AM STILL ALIVE, STILL ME, AND YES, THERE IS NOT A SOUL ON EARTH, THAT PUTS ME ANYWHERE NEAR, 63, BUT, AGE IS OBJECTIVE, CAN BE CALCULATED, AND IT IS NOT AN OPTION TO LIE AND SAY, I AM YOUNGER, EVEN IF I LOOK, YOUNGER!
ABSOLUTELY IRISH!
I had the first dream, two nights ago, and this one, last night. In this dream, current, I was with, two chicks, and we were somewhere, in, what I would describe, as Southern Utah, or a desert, with sand, sage brush, much, like you would find, around Southern Utah,but, it didn't appear to be St. George, or at least there were no red rocks in the dream . . . it was really quite desolate, maybe we were lost? I do know, however, that we were in cougar or mountain line country, there were craggy cliffs, not large, but, with caves, lava type rocks, and sand and sage brush around us. We all seemed to be very concerned about, a mountain lion, that was on the loose. At an early part of the dream, it seemed that, we were, kneeling down, in the sand, and this large cat, very symbolic, in two senses, first, my symbol for CIA is CAT, and, also the connection with, MOUNTAIN LINE or LYING, mountain lion, making me think, there was some connection to Missoula, where I took a quick, ZIPTRIP, to LAS VEGAS, THROUGH UTAH, AND BACK TO MISSOULA . . . WERE CATS, OR CIA, TRACKING ME????? IT APPEARED TO BE THE CASE, AS PER LATER IN THE DREAM.
Before leaving, Missoula, Montana, April 16, 2018, in a very sneaking, departure, zigzagging, through town, backtracking to the Missoual Airport, I started to at 5:35 AM, and getting on a Allegiant Airlines flight to LV, to catch a shuttle to St. George, Utah, to visit my daughter, Greta, for her son's 12th, birthday, Tristan, who wanted me to come . . . did, Dexter, and Michael, track me to Southern Utah, the good assassin and the bad assassin, both, after me? The dream would indicate so. Okay, so, in the first part of the dream, I was with, two chicks, didn't know who they were, might have even been, lesbians, but, that doesn't bother me, as you will see. At one point, I was freaking out, over the mountain lion, knowing one of the girls was still out in the dirt and I could see the cat, right where I thought she was still, parked, at in the sand, with the sage and tumbleweeds, blowing in the hot southern wind. I was in some sort of house by this time. Dexter, was suddenly, sitting in front of me, seemingly right out of a shower. I started to do his hair, which is generally, wild, thick, and out of control, but, so much, like both of my sons' hair, when they have long hair. BED OF NAILS, ORIGINAL TASTE, taking me back to, actually, high school tastes, that both sons, have, hair, as does, Dexter, that looks, like their father's hair, love long-hairs.
SILENCE IS GOLDEN, AS IS HIS HAIR . . . THEN, FIVE KISSES TO HIS CHEEK AND FACE
Now, Dexter, was probably on my mind, due to the fact, that, yesterday, on my bus ride, from, downtown Seattle, to Greenwood, just crossing, over DEXTER AVENUE, never thought of that, when, I met him, just thought that was a rare name and likely not his real name anyway, knowing the world of spooks, cloak and daggers, that, seems to be my life right now, but, he just showed up out of now where, at the Poverello Center, and, it was like, when I saw Kennedy at the Butte Rescue Mission, back three years ago, THINGS ARE LOOKING UP AT THE POV.! LOL. I assessed his age, looked at the nice arms, but, his shoulders, were a bit, slumped, suggesting some wear and tear, on him, not as young as he says, or so I think, and the neck, is a bit weathered too, a dead give-away! But in the dream his hair is straight, thick, and I am pulling it back in a pony tail, and much like, our time, in Missoula, he is not saying anything, and at one point, the black, rubber band, will not hold, the think, hair, that is straight, and comes to a point, in the back. The hair at the crown of his head, is starting to curl a bit, but, overall, his hair was straight?
This scenario, is strange, but so indicative of kind of the way, things were going, in Missoula . . . I met Dexter, at the Pov. first, then, we talked just one time, but, in the mornings, I loved to watch the way his body moved, he cleaned the kitchen, mopped the floors and took out the garbage, and I, having a night chore, would, get up early to take the seat directly, across from the kitchen, so I could just watch him, move and clean, nothing, like, boyfriend stuff, just, watching a hot guy, clean the kitchen, bend over to pick up this or that, dirty old lady stuff! LOL. Nothing too bad, but, enjoyable. Then all the sudden, Dexter, disappeared, and I thought, probably because, Christine, directly asked him, what his name was for me, and he wanted to know who asked, and then, he just disappeared, so I figured he was gone for good, In the mean, time, Jethro or Michael, the older cowboy, showed up, with tales of the wild west, rodeos, bronc horse busting, bull riding, and, he was much more age appropriate, rent-a-grandpa, material, and handsome, too, same age, or so he said, the neck, always gives it away, faces, yeah, the claimed age, but both necks, na, older . . . then after three days, Dexter shows up again, and I am like, CHEAP TRICK, BUT HE WAS ABLE TO AT LEAST PULL MY ATTENTION BACK, SPLIT BETWEEN THE TWO MEN, ONE YOUNG, AND THE OTHER OLDER.
INNER CIRCLE FRIENDS . . . ASSASSIN'S CREED? One night, sandwiched in between both men, struck me the other day, that could have been way, dangerous, one chokes me, and the other, testifies, that, I just died, or died of natural causes . . . the real scary thing, about, having been diagnosed with a previous, terminal brain disease, but out lived, the diagnosis, by, now, 16 years, so, nice try, but, could have been real. I was like, why, is Dexter, coming out and joining me and Jethro? It was obvious, that there was, at least an attraction to both???????? There was a third guy, who gave me this, fake diamond, I wear, who, tried to hit on me, cop type, for sure, and right off the bat, he yelled, with me and 30 men in the basement, WHY DEXTER????? It seemed to me, that all three men, knew each other? COP SHIT? RIVALS? DEXTER SAT OVER AND LAUGHED . . THERE IS A NEW MOVIE, ABOUT, HIGH SCHOOL FRIENDS WHO, START A GAME OF TAG, AND CONTINUE IT THROUGH THEIR LIVES, THROUGH, WEDDINGS, ETC. TRUE STORY! ARE THESE GUYS ALL SPIES, GOING FOR THE BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK, WHO KICKED COPS ASSES FOR YEARS, TRYING TO BE "HONEY TRAPS?" AND RUNNING OUT OF TIME?
BACK IN THE DREAM, WITH DEXTER, GETTING HIS HAIR DONE, AND KISSES ON THE CHEEK, JETHRO OR MIKE, AS HE PREFERS TO BE CALLED, CAN BE SEEN, WALKING IN THE DESERT, THROUGH, SOME SHEAR, CURTAINS! LATE AGAIN?
So, did both men, track me from Missoula, back to Utah, and back again? PROBABLY! Jethro, or Mike, new I was leaving. I had told Dexter, a week or two earlier, but, he was, while still Mr. Hothay, good looking, our conversation, and him saying he was 32 years old, with me, drawing connections to his looks and my son, Elliot, later, Chris, blonde blue eyes, so coloring-wise, more like, Chris, but the moves and energy of Elliot . . . after talking to Dexter one day, me saying he looked like my son, so incestuous, and him, saying I looked like a woman, his mother would like, we kind of took on this, mother-son, demeanor . . . in fact, when, I left McDonald's that day, after we had a lively, fun conversations about everything from modern day love, sex, to polygamy, to music, fun, I walked out to find the first truck,. in front of me, crossing, Russell, was, one that had a circle, with, an "i.e." white letters on black, in an outline of the state of Montana . . . I took that as I, Elliot, in its most pure form, later, it started to get more sinister, like, with, almost every move, hair, beard, all, reminding me of Elliot, I started to think, he was, the MOBS, ELLIOT, so easy on stage, to make, the lighting, look, like his hair, is RED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then, I got pissed! He called, GRUNGE MUSIC, POOR WHITE BOY MUSIC, but, I got the impression, he knew damned will who, THE DITCH AND THE DELTA WERE, AND WHO ELLIOT IS, AKA, HIM!
So, this, seemed to be connected to me doing his hair, in the dream, the black, fancier, covered, rubber band, didn't stay on, or stay tied, when, I tried to, pull back, Dexter's hair, I wrapped it, twice, but, the hair was so thick and straight, maybe indicative of, Dexter, who struck me, as almost AMISH, OR MENNONITE, OR MAYBE A QUAKER, looks, and the first time we talked, he said, something, like, he was, in abstainia, or lived in not, abstinence, but something like that, that led me to believe, and he did know the scriptures, that he had a religious, background, that, was very straight! For, daily readers, remember, CLEAN IS KING . . . THAT WAS REFERRING TO HIM! CODING. While having rock star, good looks, he seemed, backwards, and shy, almost, childlike, said, he was in his first car? Amish? He is from the right part of the country, WISCONSIN. Everything he told me, as is the case with all my men, is close, but, not the full truth, so, I have to guess . . . but, this, relationship, almost took on, a mother-son, and one day he greeted me, with a huge hug, and yelled that he loved me, when he left, but, that could be role playing, like he was Elliot????? HOWEVER, when, I got back from, my ZIPTRIP, he, wasn't sitting in the normal place, where he could stare at me when, I wasn't looking! LOL. He had his back turned to me as if he was hurt, that I didn't tell him I was leaving?
DEXTER'S STOIC, NATURE, COMES OUT IN THE DREAM, LIKE HIS EYES ARE SHUT, HE IS TRYING NOT, TO SEE ME, AS WAS THE CASE, WHEN WE WOULD CROSS PATHS, OTHER THAN, WHEN, OTHER MEN, WERE NEAR OR IN COMPETITION WITH HIM FOR MY ATTENTION, SET UP, MOST OF THE TIME . . . HE SAT, STONE FACED, WHEN, I GAVE UP, TRYING TO GET THE HAIR IN A PONY TAIL, AND WHEN, I REACHED AROUND, TAKING HIS FACE, HALF AS A LOVER, AND HALF AS A MOTHER, KISSING HIM, NOT NECESSARILY ROMANTICALLY, OR PASSIONATELY, BUT, TENDER AND ENDEARING . . . HE NEVER OPENED HIS EYES. ANNIE, FROM, O-HI-O, A FARM GIRL, AND LIVED NEAR THE AMISH AND MENNONITES, SAID MY DESCRIPTION OF HIM, REMINDED HER OF, THEM, OR SOME RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION.
JETHRO SEEMED A NON-ISSUE, FIRST COME, FIRST SERVE?
BOTH ACTED STRANGE WHEN I GOT BACK?????
DREAMS ARE FASCINATING . . . OH, THERE WAS A POINT, WHEN, JETHRO, SAID, TO BOTH ME, AND DEXTER, REFERRING TO I BELIEVE, BOTH OF THEM, AS "POSSIBILITIES" AND DEXTER, GOT UP, BOTH MEN, SMILED AT EACH OTHER, OVER MY HEAD, BUT, THERE WAS A FAMILIARITY, BETWEEN THE TWO MEN . . . BOTH, CIA? BOTH ASSASSINS? BOTH, KNEW, THEY HAD A CHANCE WITH ME? LET THE BEST MAN WIN? THE DREAM ENDED WITH DEXTER FIGHTING FEELINGS, AND JETHRO OR MIKE, WALKING OUTSIDE?
WHATEVER . . . EACH DAY BRINGS NEW POSSIBILITIES! LOL!
LOVE ALL AND NONE . . . OPEN RANGE!
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