Rem Mode Dreaming

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Trippy Zone

Friday ‎September ‎26, ‎2015
I was kidnapped by drug lords. I was visiting Ron Jerry and he said he was out of the scene. I was waiting for him to pick me up. Standing in front, one of his acquaintances came up too me. He was very good-looking and was holding a baggie of the white powder in front of me. He asked if I wanted to spend time with him. I asked him if he had seen or spoken to Ron Jerry. He nodded no and waved his hand.
Out of the blue came the dark sedan, the doors opened and the gun-toting team said “GET IN NOW”. They put a dark cloth over my eyes and tied it tightly.
Once inside their compound they doped me up. When I came out of the stupor I noticed they had wired my jaw and teeth. I was having trouble breathing as a small piece of masking tape was over my mouth. My nose was straining for air. I passed out.

When I awoke they said Ron Jerry owed them mucho money and was longer available to anyone. I would suffice to pay off his heavy drug debts.

The compound I was held at was very clean and sterile. Many doctors and scientific persons roamed the halls in the sterile white jackets and pants. A large glass dome covered the entire compound. Nothing could be seen on the outside. There were no birds or treetops in my viewing area.

I was attracted to a man who seemed very much in love with me. He had asked me to locate my sister and next thing I know we are both sequestered inside the dome.
The drug lords were of no importance, no longer needed and were not seen again.
The experiments started.
They were mostly of a sexual nature and not at all intrusive. I was falling in love with my captor. The sex was amazing. My sister on the other hand was initiating plans to escape.
I knew we were going to be here, we were at the disposal of the team that surrounded us.
We were well cared for and all our desires were known without so much as a word spoken.
Might as well settle in and resonate with our future.
We had no past. It was dissolved and removed from our sub conscious thoughts.

Saturn in Scorpio

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Don’t think I’ll be around for the next one. But two in my lifetime that I remember was enough

 

The last time we had Saturn in Scorpio (November 29 1982 – November 1985)

 

“Saturn comes back around to show you everything, Let’s you choose what you will not see and then Drags you down like a stone or lifts you up again, Spits you out like a child, light and innocent.”

Info taken from http://thebrujamix.com/2015/07/23/saturn-in-scorpio-saturns-last-blast-back-to-the-underworld/

Easy Sunday Morning

 

 

I love sitting in my director’s chair feeding all the creatures that come to greet me. Especially on the weekend with no hustle and bustle of the school kids going off on the buses. One by one to pick them up. The garbage collector doesn’t run either so those horrid sounds are not missed. Coffee in hand, it is a beautiful Sunday morning.

 

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The sky an azure pastel as it starts to brighten up the day.

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It is so interesting watching the cats so amused and yet fearful to step even an inch out the front door which I am thankful for.

It is quite in the apartment.

I can still hear frogs and crickets from the bedroom window.

The summer heat of the day has begun.

The Iguana was missing this morning.