quantum tunnels in a beige room (funeral parlor or evacuation chamber?) maybe they're both the same thing. The commanders were there (dark skinned cosmic military men) and the tunnels, though not obvious holes in space-time,   took anyone riding it to another space, faster than light (at the end of the sequence, I said to myself, "The soul body is faster than light) I had suggested taking a ride in the tunnel then laughed nervously as the commander (who was leaning against the wall) reminded me that, "with even a small meow, you'll * words here not spoken but implied total disintegration of the body because of the cosmic speed* Then there were twin  mongol shamans facing each other with one arm raised in front of their faces. The length of their arms looked fused together and they performed some kind of magical ritualistic dance. 

my cousin, another military man was preparing to have his cards read by me. IN my head i was thinking of the deck to use and the right one appeared in my mind and I chose it. He said something about me being psychic and "Saint peter will telephone and 'reprimand me' for me being psychic. I said to my cousin, "Who could raise the dead? Who could resurrect himself?" and as i drifted back to reality i finished by saying, "who could place the earth in an organized orbit and not let it hit other planets?" 

a girl spoke about commas, and how it changed the 'programming' of the sentence which changes the programming of consciousness/ 

the boy who was a girl was with me though we did not talk. we had come from a house though the memory of that event escapes me. we traveled out from a road that lead through a heavy nature area with tall impending trees. There was a coffeeshop by the main outskirts and he had gone into the right one (for what i do not know.) I entered the left. there was a sense of grime and dirt oil smeared on the walls. Something unwashed about the whole scene though not necessarily unclean. 

Then I entered the cubicle. By then i was already turned on by the erotic filth. There were two manholes in the ground, in my mind, i knew  the second one was where the boy/girl was next door. Mine had a stench rising out of it and i knew that it led to a subterranean sex place. It was a dank downward rabbit hole like vertical tunnel that was supposed to lead to he bottom filled with black feces. Halfway down the tunnel were cavern windows and inside one of them I had a glimpse of the victim, naked, taped in silver, in a chair, awaiting her ordeal….

the naked obese man waddled out from the glass house, unto the field and towards the console. I had an electronic composition playing and had gone off to attend to something else ( I was involved in the occurring event, dressed in a black shirt). I watched that gross  long haired man with mounds of fat with an obscured vision  (obscured partly by black wall) Before the red console that seemed small from my location, was a vast field that led to a mystical forst of sorts (I did not focus on the density of the trees and the greens ahead) I complained to the organizer, "What If i invited 5 investors and they saw him like that?" It felt like there were rea investors watching in an unknown location, judging the situation. 

I left and went through the glass house down a flight of stairs (It seemed that the field was the roof top and we were in a multi-complex swimming center. ON the next level down, from the corner of my eye, I saw two foreign nationals in blue cleaning jumpsuits. One was kneeling in front of the other (who was standing) and in my mind I knew a blow job was happening. I chose to ignore it and walke doff to the left hand towards the children's pool. it felt now that i was a general supervisor in this complex. There was a man in a wet suit in some kind of black cocoon, demonstrating or testing the breathing apparatus designed by a young boy. The man put the breathing component in his mouth, removed it (there was a red button on the front) and said to no one in particular, "it's ok but a bit weak." There were ghostly snippets of children moving about him. 

My mother was with me and we were in a room now, with sunlight spilling in through windows obscured by a black curtain or at least a curtain in shadow. There was a man there, with a strange angular face and he spoke in a language i did not understand though at times he used english and mentioned M.O.E (ministry of education) In my mind i was noting that my mother is a teacher and he is a teacher too.  

another scene had a friend (S.A.Y) sitting in a meditation pose before me. I was running through an energy exchange procedure with him, explaining to him that, "I'll raise his healing energy inside you." an agreement was made in a split second and in my meditation pose, i connected my finger to my thumb on both hands and circled the energy through me then out of me into him. I could feel the intensity of the exchange and in my minds eye again I saw the green fields for a second or two. 

The section I was in was the divination sector. A table of Tarot  card readers was busy with clients. several decks were opened, several readers, mostly young, were contemplating cards. 

I moved around them, commenting on the spreads and even getting involved in one reading where ii had to sit down. In my mind  i didn't wish to work but found myself taking over a chubby and happy reader. 

Then i was at the table of another energy worker. Her table was larger than the divination table. There was a book i was holding on to, or some kind of magazine. The pages and illustrations were largely yellow and light colored. Gazing unto the pages, I felt its vibrations strongly. I reacted loudly and amazingly to it. I had to contain its energies. The energy woman looked tired somewhat and i asked her vaguely even if it's star energies, we should contain it?" She said yes while i was pointing both my hands in a gesture of containment around the book, as if charging up the pages. 

was there a father / business men in a suit somewhere in the vicinity? I recall children, vaguely. ultimately, I didn't know where i was or what went on after….    

At the end of your battle, I feel that you've won the war. 

You are now with your 'sisters' 

I think you are an elder in the eternal gardens of the Palace. 

In your sombre monastery robe, you now watch from the peaceful place over your children

over the child I personally Love. 

I will remember the days in the rich house.

I will remember the yellow room I slept in as a child. 

I will remember your voice and your gestures

and I will remember to call upon you as an ancestor of power. 

  

I think of you as a Ghetto God. 

A rough and tumbled jewel on the streets of New York.

I think you belong to the night

To the hood where the strays are kings.

Your life was as mysterious and obscure as the music i bought from you. 

Your philosophies were as edgy and tough as that look on your face, facing this world with everything you've got.

There was always something crucial, something direct in your existence. 

There was always something lawless about the way you ruled your life

and wherever you are now, I know you are calling the shots because that was all you ever had in life. 

Your own stance, your own stand, your own space in an orphaned world.  

Where the lonely are, asleep in back alleys, I feel that you are there as their prince, 

watching them, protecting them, a comforter to the utterly abandoned.

   

You called out to me in the dream. You were risen above and I believe you wanted me to visit you. 

But i couldn't find the escalator and the lift was going the wrong way.

There were flags in the building and there was art. 

I think they were all for you. One great flag for every road trip taken. One art work for every adventure sought. 

They were al for you I reckon, You, The rider in the sky.

I cannot remember 'wild times' in our youth but we had our moments. 

I cannot remember our conversations but I remember the smiles. 

I remember your blue art bag made from vanguard sheet and it was drawn the guns and the roses in a circle you drew with a string and a pencil. 

That was a smart move my friend. 

So t here you are now and here we are even though there'a no separation. 

It would be normal for us to miss you but i do know

that when the cosmic calvary is truly needed

we'll certainly see your face again. 

hi, ho silver my brother. 

Is she three days old? three weeks? To me, she's a tiny star soul in a pretty pink dress. Maybe blue.

I was in a goods elevator that looked like a cold turkey room with dark blue padded walls .With me was a prisoner, chained hand and foot,  in a blue jumpsuit. He was a celebrity killer. Two guards held his arms tightly. There were office workers with us and they seemed unaware or unafraid of the killer. I was in front of the prisoner, ready to divert the attention of the media once the doors opened.  I watched the lift numbers count down to one. 

The door opened. 

we were outside a hospital. As we exited, only one reporter came rushing out of the sliding doors but didn't get to the prisoner for questions. we moved off to the right and then we were in the basement. It was an advanced high tech location. There were sophisticated engineer/guards, walls of equipment, dials and lights and flashing screens. There were children there running about. They were in hospital gowns and they were also delinquents under guard. a voice on the  P.A announced for them to return to their rooms. We passed by beds, there was a giant of a man in one of them, his arms and legs were elongated out of proportion and he was chained to his bed. He sat up and next to him was another bed with a foreign dark skinned woman. She spoke to him in Bahasa indonesia and he replied asking for the guard. 

I lost sight of the guards taking the prisoner through the basement.  Which door did they go through? 

I found myself in another section of the place. There was a special room filled with shelves. These shelves had bags and its contents laid out. There were Discs with data on them and items in small packets for sale. I could not identify the products. Somehow i knew we were in a recovery room of sorts. These things belonged to people who were survivors of some transportation catastrophe. LIke a ship that had sunk with it's passengers and relative items extracted, processed and detailed in a 'crash room.' There were many people around, some i knew some i didn't. I saw my own drawings from my bag (which was not there) and i saw things belonging to friends ut i could not take them with me. They had to recover their own items.  

 I think some of the items belonged to the dead.