I was trying to open an account at the bank. It was difficult. I needed another phone for verification so I bought a flip phone which came with a whole host of complications. I went to the bank. I was told to see a certain lady. She was a young Asian girl and had just had a child. She was holding the child when I approached her. She tried to help me but wasn’t really that helpful. A guy from behind the counter, however, was more helpful. He said I would have to create an Internet page that could be viewed by anyone, like a homepage, that amalgamated my entire download history.
‘Let’s have a look,’ the man said.
I was worried my porn history would show up. I then saw the data. A Cyrillic-like background similar to what Neo saw in the Matrix. In the foreground Revan was swimming underwater in what looked like a swimming pool.
‘Wow,’ I said, ‘I never made a video of this so how does it know.’
Then the film, Escape from Alcatraz, was there. I knew the whole film in my mind. Directly downloaded. This amazed me. Judd agreed, because, he said, it’s a stupid film for the unconscious to download.
Overflow from last night’s conversation at Iain’s home. Judd and Iain discussed the old ways banks used to operate. I miss that world. The good old passbook. No passwords. No paranoia. The bank teller knew your name. Now it’s a shadow world of secret passwords and paranoia.
Judd also described the way porn shops used to operate. Nothing on-site except cover sleeves. Then a runner would collect the merchandise that was kept off site. Those were the days. The anonymous world. No they and them (or IT otherwise known as AI) collecting code for future shakedowns. They’ve turned the world binary by way of people seeing with their phones and not their eyes.
Whereas I’m the One
Like Neo I see the world for what it is
The download code beneath the bottomless sea of dreams
The last time I saw the Asian woman and child was in the Idiot Abroad in China Dream where the devastated mother was arrested by the state (October 2018). Judd mentioned China last night. He was in fine form. I may have mentioned my first suspicious blog click from Mainland China. Because of they and them and future shakedowns the less said about that the better except to say I’ve already declared my love for Chairman Mao (January 2020).
I really do …
This blog is my indictment. My entire download history is on the record. Murder, electroshock therapy, sex orgies, CIA mind control, campus death cults; you get the picture, just scan my blog post titles from 2019-2020.
But as I always say, ‘what can they do with all my dreams?’ They don’t care about the inner workings of my mind. Their goal is mind control. They want to control my dreams because they know all conscious activity must first become an unconscious reality.
At best they’re getting a measure of their success.
Added to which half of what I dream makes little sense to me. Like the Cyrillic text. A few dreams back the code was engraved in Greek (October 2020). I can’t read neither.
What I can read is Revan. Like Judd she talks about porn. Her revulsion of it. In the dream she embodied the Nixie. In October 2020 I set her free and then my carefully constructed inner world began to crack. The image of the code and Revan indicates a rectification of sorts. It says I’m back in control because the Nixie’s been returned to her watery world.
As for Escape from Alcatraz I watched it the other day on TV. I practically know the film by heart yet I watched it again. I like the film’s silence. It’s a movie without music and boom boom boom. Even dialogue is thin on the ground. Like passbooks I miss that silent world.
All this is part of my download, the sum total expression of my being …
And,
At another level of operation the dream was also working on a banking problem I had with Johan. The dream offered a flip phone solution. I wasn’t consciously aware of this problem at the time but my unconscious had a sense something wasn’t right. My dream took the contents of Judd’s conversation and formulated with it a solution. It solved the problem …