TARGETED DREAM INCUBATION AT FRESNO COUNTY JAIL 12/10/2013 - 2/23/2015

So, it's been an interesting week so far... Despite some indications that those attempting to "break me" were coming around to a level of understanding as to just exactly who I AM, they have yet to do anything in gesture of support. They ruined two trips that I had the opportunity to embark on, one paid for months ago, another a spur of the moment affair In which I could have gone to San Rafael. I got so far as renting a car for a few days, but in the end, they either blocked funds coming to me or paid off a woman I just met in order to ground me locally. You must understand. there must be a large amount of money at play, My reasoning being that it does seem to be quite a coordinated effort to drain all my financial resources, separate me from friends and family. and trash my reputation with bias and slander in hopes I'll move.... but wait.... they don't really want me to go, lest they lose some kind of funding (state and/or federal). What a waste of time and mone

SEE other posts of wakeupgame.blogspot.com after this one. And also check out nowakingup.blogspot.com December 31st, 2023. IT'S 10 PM. And honestly? I don't know if I really want to go out tonight. I mean, sure... ir's New Year's Eve, big party and all that,., Was going to go to Vegas but just don't have the cash. I'm not going to go into all the "money woes". But it does suck. The trip was going to be a great value. I paid $113 for 3 nights at Trump International Resort. But now it will cost me $600 - 700... maybe more. Would have been nice since I've never been to "New Vegas". Last time I was there was back in 1992 or so. Rented a car even. But just didn't get the cash together. My buddy Bill and I are really struggling. Don't understand why. Bad economy? But here's the thing. This past 6 months? 7 now, really... all along there's been this suggestion that I'm to "come up big somehow". I had a piece I wrot

This continues on from the point in this chronicle of the Dream Incubation that was performed on me without any knowledge or consent whatsoever. It's from late March, right before my transfer for trial competency. Please note, the move to have me sent to Atascadero for the 1370 program to get me "fit for trial" was because of some paperwork I had with me at the time of my arrest. Pages I had printed off the internet. As I note in the other journal, there wasn't as much material back then online. It was still on the more secretive side of governmental operations at the local, state, and federal levels. But it's not like I was carrying the rantings of a madman or anything. I'll add that those papers were never returned to me or submitted as evidence. Dismissed wholly as fanciful conspiracy.   This really hurt. The dreams themselves were painful, but the continued attempts at demoralizing me are just too much. I'll also note that this "Tiki Therapy"

           I can't explain why they focus on ruining anything that might bring me the slightest bit of joy or healing from what has been a horrific experience. In 2012, they essentially removed me from managing my mother's care. She lasted a little over a year without my dedication and attention to the details of her medicine regimen. I talk about this extensively at: nowakingup.blogspot.com I would be writing a post there, but they continue to hack my Google accounts. Email inbox manipulated, forwards to non-existent pages... I can't even access the primary emails I was attempting to establish business platforms on (Whatsapp and Facebook) since they have somehow dried up my normal work as a handyman (Carpentry, painting, remodels and renovations here in Fresno) the very town I was born and raised in.  I thought I had support in this community. I mean, I grew up here, played little league, Pop-Warner football, acted in the local dinner theater, Roger Rocka's Good Compan

 There was a lot of people I supposedly dreamt about... I caught on to the fact that the people I was picturing at night weren't my family and friends pretty quick... well... scratch that. see, I didn't read the journal and properly identify it as "not a dream journal" until this past summer. Once I started getting "the business" again, I dug it out of storage and looked at it more closely to refresh my mind as to what was going on during those years. It's all in the other blog. There's a link in one of the other posts. Here's how it worked though... 1. They would say a name... probably repetitively. Examples include Mom, Dad, Gran, Billy, KC, Matt, Brittney... and "buddy". Now, when they said that one, they were usually trying to get info from me about who buddy is... like "Your at a party with your buddy... Who's that, now?" I had a dog named buddy for 15 1/2 years! LMFAO! So there was a lot of him running around. The bi

 It's the 28th of December, 2023. John Thompson here... and negotiations with absolutely anyone, about maybe getting me some answers, compensation for time and energy put into this whole chapter of my life, and any freedom at all from the 24/7 harassment that has plagued me since mid June are at a standstill. I mean zero. zilch. nobody comes forward to accept any responsibility for their mistakes. Could they really think that there will be no discovery of the shit that went on (and still does, perhaps?) in FCJ back in 20123-2015? Here's some pages that I hope will regain their FOCUS... I just can't stress enough something that may be getting overlooked in all of the hub bub surrounding this round of "the program", "the game"... whatever the hell you want to call it... I mean, I've talked until I'm blue in the face. Tried every possible approach that I can think of in an attempt to turn what has been simply soul crushing experience into a positiv