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

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 R...

 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...

 Ok. Of course, given the subject matter I presented in the first post, You might be asking yourself: "Guy's hearing voices? What, is he some kind of lunatic?" And believe me, it was really weird to experience. I did end up going to the state hospital... at first, for a couple of months. Then I was, well... I think I was set-up! 100% sane. Never felt better. Was sober for almost 17 years, by the way. But a couple months ago, I started drinking again to relieve some of the stress I felt... (Due to the day in and day out psychological and physical torture the CIA, FBI, military, maybe... Fresno County or City... whoever the fuck it is.) You know, take the edge off... Here's another page of the dream journal:

         Hello everybody. My name's John, and I did some time in Fresno County Jail on 3 separate occasions. The first was back in 2009, when I served about a month after... ok, get this: I basically "ratted myself out". It was because I violated the terms of my probation. I was caught speeding on West Nees Avenue, a rural stretch of road that is kind of a short cut one can take to avoid traffic coming back from the Bay Area. I had just exited Interstate 5 and was travelling a little too fast for one Highway Patrol Officer. I didn't have a license, so I was ticketed, car towed, and had to get my boss from work to come pick me, and give a couple of girls I had with me a ride back home. Upon getting back to Fresno, I instantly became worried that the details of the incident would make it to the probation department, and that I would get in trouble for not reporting it. So I did. Here's the thing, though... that ticket wouldn't have made it through the system ...