Joy Our Love

​ There was a moment where organization and time were essential. The Game rapper appears. And I is safe with herbal remedies. NRC appeared and I had to bolt in to the next scene. There were 4 scenes I saw JBH and BRA and it was winter of ‘27, After seeing CRP regarding holism. I sat in meditation and giggled  by accident. Promptly sitting up after being caressed in someone’s lap.

​This dream was 4 flashes of insight, my realistic goal as a record of film may offer. It was Jenna Jameson, we ‘squared up’ several times. Apparently there was a lapse in some kind of nobility we can find in intercourse.  “No” “No” “No” Let us decipher the next dimension with the Beta generation. This is for art. A glimpse in abstract engineering.

​A beautiful blue-trunked evergreen. Run in to BRA’s arms with a dress (too short, I yank it down). Lovely calling the vibe. Saw a few famous and friendly folk. Driving a car past important places.

​He ath ledger was in my dream. He was posing for a  moment of purity. Cody saw me consume oxygen. I was helping my Mom get over a phobia.

​We were deciding what direction was more impressive as we ventured out west. BRA was a part of the dreamscape. We were getting along and enjoying new adventures and mounts.

​We make fair claim that there is a union, For the meek and the choosing, The exception of everything, To be remade in its time. A perfection comes around after the black hole was finished. Spewing out cosmic rays and radiation. The light; so complex! Could the pointed enemy make well with their error. Raphael leaped with joy towards a sick human… Almost like the speck of dust that the black hole forgot to emit. This former enemy, now knowledgeable of the proper course. As I followed Gene Wilder to the TV I wondered how far he had to prance. ‘Rarely’ This wide and a narrow gate. Joy by the suffering is not reserved for the void. I don’t know what, it’s all just dust. And death, we celebrate, the enemy made right.