Joy Our Love

 If I teach my legs what my calves are doing I'll turn quickly, And my heart what my mind is doing, I'll sprinkle A little bit of Venus in a twinkle. For the Tarabethian Sequel of this Love Sharing Real.

This dream was real. I know a girl who thinks vomit is ok… I was first brought in with no delay. the police needed my help. so I was sent to a place. god knows I care about her. experts and pros, then mystics and b professionals. ir is the 4th most common thing to have a phobia. so we’ll know it wasn’t a dream but a detail in the night terror we need to solve it. Any vice is really a snare… I had to run to her home. i could see DURING the dream god considers vomit a cursive pollution. like the deschanel gag reflex, as most don’t know how and simply are incapable of puking. its her own exhaustion on the line. I’ve seen her soul and spirit but her body is racked. i wanted to dream about this. i spent 3 more nights in jail. I got to Bella hadid. Brother Nathan helping clean the ‘yom.’ the shucking quick and bright. the after ‘purge’ is costly and taxing. she’s not intending to hit me but she is not 100% in control… I was released after nights of being near her. i need a bitter lake for th...

Bombastic Musical, Betsy remembers musical notation and is an exceptional hand at piano. She says regarding Aunt Jobe ‘there is mention of a rich lady.’ Afore, she exhibits 12 sounds or chords by memory and I hear for a few moments. There are various scenes of beauty. Her daughter looks on in curiosity. There is a precursory dream beforehand and it is a revile to get out in one piece, as there is a maniacal idea of flare throwing. A spiritual leader is present in the sunroom watching us relate and read music.

I am pacing in a chamber. My friend has made my property hers. She asks me an intimate question? I respond in kind. I vow to keep the Bible promises, leaning on the verses (not as much the Vedas or Upanishads)

Pharma is big. The Cartels are sneaky. im an adult 9 in Salamon boots. Can Mrs. Gil make it to the bathroom. Michael J Fox driving a van between treatmeMrs. the pope is unwell. because I use eyedrops— you are welcome to peak through my chimney big brother. i think of Ashleigh for a brief second. i return home and finally acknowledge that supporting Mexico is important.

There are chambers and authorities fighting. I have a weapon to ensure none of my people get shot at. BM is there and we’re honoring Jayme. There are bridal gifts and suddenly a large room with lumber opens- so we tap in to skate moves. Next my family and I receive blessings. We cast fishing rods and catch a lizard. Next I whisper to CRP she will meet Mary Magdelane. My Dad puts a rabbit down his shirt. Flashes of divine well being happen throughout the dream.