Dreams From Far Away

There is such a power in dream life.  Last night I had my cat, Triumph, who has passed, in my dream and my former dog, LILLY, too.  It was very powerful.  Lilly was so happy.  I find it is difficult for me to write today, but I just turned my sight their way.  Triumph was a fluffy tortoise shell cat, and she was so elegant.  I adopted both of them from The Golden Valley Humane Society.  I just made a call to my sister to try and find some kind lines to put in print.  I feel like I am fairly telepathically deaf today.  The Starbucks, in Fridley, is absolutely packed.  I might be over contacted, and thus my system shuts down.  It is time to see all realities in vicinity.  There are no persons with paramount notoriety in this space, so I choose to not pick up too much.  I did tell my sister about the Chinook helicopter that I saw, in Blaine, yesterday.  She thought that was interesting.  I also told her about the night Blackhawk helicopter drills done in downtown Minneapolis a few years ago for 4 days.  She thought that that was strange.  They were practicing flying in between tall buildings.  They probably were working on escaping detection until strike.  WCCO TV did a report on it.  That is our local CBS station.  I listened to music on YouTube.com from Sons of Anarchy, yesterday.  The cast and crew then came through Harley riders in the vicinity.  It is actually a motorcycle gang, in the U.S., that is all 100% Irish.  The whole cast is part of it.  It is unconstitutional to have an group that is based on nationality that is why you all know nothing about its reality.  My bus driver who took me home was very special Irish, Sons of Anarchy, and a former cast member of that show.  I knew to call him sir.  My friend and military member, Ed, who I met when we were working deep cover at The Living Room, was part of the council of national Hell's Angels.  He got his Harley delivered there one night from the factory.  He did not want anyone to know where he lived.  He gave me a ride and we went back to his house.  It was my second time there.  We spilled as we drove into the driveway.  I saved the bike from a scratch with my ankle.  I should not have a left foot at all.  He was VERY grateful.  He took me to breakfast the next day.  Know that this is me, Ed.  I know that you had a cat, I don't remember her name.  Ed is KY Moonshine royalty, and he gave me my first and only shot of his prized store.  I want to just say that he was a perfect gentleman and his house was quaint, lovely, and very tidy.  It was such a break just being there for those few nights.  So, Ed, Jax from Sons of Anarchy is actually your son.  He is FBI, as well, and is a WIZ at the firing range.  He can shoot anything.  Keep Tony Thornburg, Army Ranger Sharpshooter, away from him and his family that he rears privately, in Ireland.  You are IRISH, Ed.  Be ready to go at any time.  They need your lineage line to keep them sane.  They will put YOUR Harley on a ship that you travel on.  They have their own bikes there already.  They ALL own two Harleys.  YOU and only YOU know what that means.  Hugh Hefner is still stalking you.  Call him directly, and give him a very satanistic stay away.