Console In The Brain

I am challenged with a chained feeling this week.  I did have a phenomenal dream Monday night.  It was space aged phenoms, in this special school.  I was part of the crew.  The instructors were tremendously cruel, and not mentally equipped to take on this style, level, and type of genius.  I just kept pushing the boundaries in the control of machinery.  It was a digital system that gets into a person's brain through The Amygdala.  I progressed so quickly, they pushed me to the street.  I knew what I was dealing with at that point, and my creations could outwit even that hardship.  It may have gotten into my brain because I met these gamer geniuses who were in town for a convention.  The one I talked to most was from MA.  He is a huge Patriot's fan and lives right by Gillette Stadium.  I get that this man was KING, and he was with his number two.  As I struggle to feel creative, they are mastering the game.  We were talking about the Super Bowl being in Minneapolis, and he said if the Patriots were in it, they would be there.  I said that my boyfriend, Tommy Brady, would be here with me anyway.  He gave me a high five, with his gaming hand, for that one.  That is considered high and holy.  Maybe they made some important visits after their intersection with this FAIR MAIDEN.  People are going to shape up or ship out now that they see the machine in action.  The Matrix is nothing next to the dream I had that night.