ONKEL CHRISPY'S MARVELOUS MACHINE

(photo by my bro)

8/20 & 8/21

}}DREAM 1{{
I am have the ability to enter the subconscious of others. In doing so, I can interact with their subconscious selves, and assist them. I also have the ability, to rid them of unpleasant memories, and give them new ones. However, I tend not to do this, as some unpleasant memories, for better or worse shape our personalities.

It is 1992, but I am my current age. There is an Adam Sandler variation, with a goatee, who is my assistant, and allows me to hone my skills on him. We are in a kitchen/restaurant and I begin practicing. I am sitting at a round white table. What looks like black lightning emits from right above my hairline. This 'black lightning' behaves like smoke and makes its way into the ears of Adam Sandler Variation with goatee. While in is subconscious I see him walking around, interacting with a man in a red cardigan, there is a woman in a navy blue one piece dress watching them from a lawn chair. There are some flashes, and Adam Sandler Variation with goatee, puts up his arm. I remain in my meditative state, as I exit his subconscious and enter the subconscious of a woman in the kitchen. I inform him of my actions, and how I accidentally erased one of his memories, but I fabricated one to its equivalence. This is acceptable to Adam Sandler Variation with goatee.

Later, we are in some kind of living room/den. The walls are blue, it is poorly lit and I am sitting on a couch. I let my assistant know how weary I am. Adam Sandler variation with goatee tells me to sleep, then places two fingers on my adams apple, speaks some words in latin, thus causing me to sleep.

It is at this point, I wake up.
"DING"

}}DREAM 2{{
We are in a red room. Although indoors, the windows have white shutters. Everyone is is sitting on black patent leather barstools. A girl in a whitish lace dress, with blond hair his sitting on the lap of a man in black slacks with a white, stained dress shirt tucked in. He smells like cigarettes.

I am unsure if this girl is/was jut a friend, or my sister,or once my wife and/or girlfriend. Her eyes, have no pupils or irises to speak of. They are just cloudy marbles.

Someone is smoking. I acting in a way that is insulting to the girl, and her beau. However, some other in the room are entertained, while others remain clueless as to what is occurring. Clouded marble girl takes me aside, and informs me that although she loves me, she finds my behavior unacceptable. I agree, and leave. I am standing on the back deck and a feeling of sorrow and loss washes over me. There is a poodle-ish dog wearing a yellow hooded raincoat sitting on the rail.

Poodle in raincoat does not judge me.
"DING"

Greetings my Half-Lemur kith and kin!
My friend is Fancier than yours...and I have PROOFS!
Fancee Pants is worshiped as a deity by ancient Half-Lemur Wizards in the bowels of Papua New Guinea and feared as a lightning bolt hurling warrior of the apocolypse in the Nebula of Floghujard-13. His collages and art installations cover the walls of amphibious royalty! Do yours? C'mon now...
His "Earth" name is Scott Neff (pronounced: Glophiscus Ploquandadroit.) His 'half-lemur" name is also Scott Neff (pronounced: Folding Chair)I have described him as a Galactic Purveyor of Artistic Joy... and I should know, just because I do! And I should! Also! What about your turtle? Who is Jerry talking about? Why am I asking you?
He is a monsoon of talent, from the tropical planet of Minnesota. He owns bees. He makes his own sausages. This perverse purveyor of paper pastings posts many of his cryptic etchings in the ancient caverns of Flickr, but his fine work can also be seen in the presence of glimmering robotoids...

I would be re-missified if I failed to urge you spend some of your paltry change at his store, to purchase some of his fine filipino sweatshop merchandised merchandise, and finally give meaning your sad, lowly, half-lemur existence.
This transmission is now over, now go and spread the good word(s)!

Or don't!

"@!"