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

 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 ...