I was there with my friend in a wonderland of the home and children and food and formica and the wife and food and smiles and friendship all around about everything as it would have been if everything was like it was dreamed in a pooled dream we must have had. Not the individual dream, but what would have been if his and hers and the kids all had power dreams were caused. One of our set was even the powerhouse coming back from Europe on his company jet calling on his phone to see if he could come by.
I was asked if it was okay for him to come by and I gave permission. Sometime he and I hadn’t gotten along. But he came and then we were all in the good private heaven that lucky life can be for maybe 2 percent like they estimate. Less than that of course if you get it to be out of sharing arts and sciences for money ad praise and prizes ethically.
My friends wife was looking good and made me a little nervous flirting but I could handle that. It was still just a pleasant dream.
THERE are TWO more Chapters:
“Do you know the Knot system?” “No. nobody uses the knot system.”
Then there was somehow knots were tired to signifi cate Signif i Kate financial systems. It was crazy how you tied all these knots around a concrete and pliiglas box and this explained the interest rates offered around the world.
Four knots was really good.
The Knot system is a system of identifying power and neutral and ground phases for balancing a circuit in the dark. It is a problem unless you really know what you are doing and can tie the knots when looking at both ends before running them out. Most everybody uses colored tape they and the rental houses leave on the cables.
How I got electric feeder and finances mixed up in my head along with plastic vessels virgin women could put in their pussys to hid their money so they could give it to the Catholic church even through the bank Atms and Atm and Bank emergencies was something.
I ended up stranded somewhere outside of The City trying to dig dollar coins out of clear glue pavement.
The final chapter had to do with a land yacht with a useless carved up pretty mast for a sail. Really it was more like a totem pole for the Airstream with a motor. It was a better band bus type thing for a grand poona of the desert.
There was lots of fabric involved and I knotted it all singing a song inspired by the knots and money.

Finally there was some kind of funny thing not so much like the hellish dreams starting with no comfort sleep like dozing filled with fear at every creak and some sort of electric hum that filled my mind and body with horror and expectation of more horror to come.
Then there were the dreams of two nights that ended in a movie of a man crippled talked into driving to a franchise construction for some sort of store like a Mini Mart.
Stupid girls and a fat man that sat in a gamblers ticket scratch and buy formica chair obsessed with the attentions of the freckled blondes with their company pick-ups railing on about opportunity and needs.
A convoy he me is talked into and into the next dark lot and short shelves with not even gas and out to where two young black boys are already in the truck.
It gets worse like the island end of a man finding that the world of Kafka is in the village by the ocean too.
Ending with pain as midget young and misshapen creatures like thick skinned sports numbered evil eyed from the first without pretend dragged the weak pain racked body into the untrafficed street reaching into my pockets and up to my eyes and with fingers intent on blinding first and then choking and piling around pulling down to kill for fun like a pack of feral dogs who don’t even know how to kill like a smarter wolf..

There was the dream in the Ozarks when I was 4 and had a submarine in the bathtub during a visit to relatives who I have never seen again though there is a picture pf me with them wearing the cap gun cowboy belt and they have on TV cowboy type shirts with down from the shoulders another color that has a point there before the chest really starts.
When in the bathtub I had played alone with a submarine.
Then there was a radio show that I heard through the walls as I was finally going to sleep, prescription but there was no sleep. Neither the submarine and the radio show happened when I was asleep and dreaming.
Now I am going to make a successful movie and all movies mad with a submarine as the set have made mony.
So really what I want is of course money. I want the money to be free you know. It is disgusting. Still we must share the money we will make from the submarine movie.
The Beatles made The Yellow Submarine.
The it is a destined work come from and clearly in my heart from my earliest days disregarding the act of founding a nation of airports.
Submarines do not fly.

So then it is so sad Mr. McCain, health whatever his jaws are called has turned into such a disingenuous player. He knows that intelligence services are paid to lie and hide facts from every body except their direct bosses. The CIA is supposed to keep things close to the vest. You are supposed to know that quotes from the CIA are always suspect. The CIA in particular is a private covert force and it answers tot he US President only.
There are a good number now of secret intelligence services not so much in the news or movies.
Okay enough of that.