Dream Choreography

[Michael Barwell]

Michael, do you make a detailed note of these dreams - in a sort of dream diary?

Standard log, cock.
This morning's was 'fun'; walking 'round a supermarket with an ex-, being told she was in the SAS...
Sooo, next dalliance with the wank bank's sure to bring-on an "And that's what we've done to you, too". Presumably.

These days, the howling, shrieking hissing tone to the right side of my head is quite something [neuralgic]; says to me that they're redlined from actually torturing me with physical pain, but as most of 'der programme' ist psyche anyway, they're really sticking the boot-in with one arm tied behind their backs - the schiz 'training' thing of "malevolent gods" & apo-pathetic-phenics has totally dropped-off, it's all just as blatant now as having some pathological liar of a shit-for-brains, name-calling. They blab about "for ever" & last night "'til a conclusion", but there's no masque to who & what these people are, just, feral, individuated, fantascist superdooperhero complexers who get a kick out of manipulating anyone & everyone. Simple really, thin gruel - sadsacks & poltroons.

I could really do with [neuralgic] a game of HL2DM or somesuch, but not at the forlorn expense of dieing in agony in a French ditch, or accepting their cess in any way whatsoever, no siree.