A Journey with Nick

I had quite the journey the other night with a man named Nick.  I first met 2 Delta pilots and we talked for a while about sports, Delta, and Honolulu, where they had just flown in from earlier that day.  They showed me pictures from the cockpit.  Then Nick walked in for a steak.  He was from around London.  I love accents so I asked him where he was from.  The pilots were on the left, and Nick was on the right.  The pilots were high notoriety, more condensed energy, and Nick was high notoriety, high energy.  I explained this and it bridged the divide, and they could then converse.  We talked a little about Delta stock, and I straight out said, "I feel like we are doing a land deal there today."  The pilot closest to me just smiled.  Telepathically, they sent that Nick better be good to me.  Nick then asked me to journey with him.  We moved down the street and met a bunch of people from Madison and others.  We finished the night at The Local.  It is a very special Irish vampire bar.  I did get that Nick is vampiric.  The lights were up, actually, and there were two perfectly central barstools at the bar.  It was unheard of on a Saturday, late evening.  Everything he drank was red.  He got a bit skittish.  He said my eyes changed.  It was an Irish hierarchical thing.  They shine green because I am top of tree, vampirically and royally.  I intuitively knew to just start kissing him, he became lost in that, and we stayed for a little while longer.  I dran a littel beer from his glass and we left some for the bartender and Dunlop in a vile for later.  I felt like my second vampiric (officially third) master, and Irish King Chris Dunlop was sitting right there, but I could not see him.  I came to that the next day when I heard "Dancing On My Own" by, Calum Scott version.  In the moment of this act, I stopped time, and became the Queen of all Vampirics in all lands, even space.  This bar has special vampiric carvings that protect against mere mortals and against sexuality on their premises.  I did not know that until the next day as well.  One of the vampires, the bartender, came and protected me at the bus stop at 9:22 am in the morning by running in and out of Target quickly.  It was unheard of in that light.  After the adventure at The Local, we went back to his hotel.  He had been very polite about even holding my hand.  We had some sexuality, but no sex.  It was perfect.  I will protect both of our privacies about what happened, but the man was miraculous, and I exist actually physically changed.  What a giving soul, and not a pretender in any way.  Thank you so much Nic.  I move you to a royal sexual registry, today.  I did not sleep, I just meditated, but he was able to sleep without snoring.  I got up around 7:30 am and watched Fox 9 on the TV.  I turned on the TV when they were just starting the Race for the Cure.  Telepathy ensued as Nick got up and commenced with a little more closeness.  We then got up and went to Panera for breakfast.  There was a disturbing paranoid schizophrenic woman sitting next to us.  Nick tried to be polite and she attacked him with profanities.  We parted with a kiss, and I went to the bus stop outside of Target.  A cop car rolled by very slow and a fire chief vehicle as well.  The bus was a little late and then it stopped a lot.  Some of the people were very weird on the bus.  As we approached West Broadway, on Central, there were ambulances running.  We then got to the intersection and there was a huge accident.  All kinds of EMS vehicles and workers were there.  It seemed rather constructed to me.  We had to take a huge detour because of the train.  I finally got home and went to bed.  I feel like something huge got done.  I back away and watch to see what it is.  I did KNIGHT Nick along the way, both British and Irish.  He was VERY brave and gentlemanly.  His mind, physical body, and heart are very strong. I do invite my cousin Jimmer into town to see if, with his skill set, he can move the train along as well.  Nick, he is someone you can trust about matters about me and Muncie, IN, Police Department.  Jimmer, it is time for you to become Irish Vampiric.  It is a new line that will be completely royal.  Based on your reactions to complications, we will bring in new American vampirics or remove Russian Vampirics for all eternity.  Go into the IDS Starbucks and ask for BRYAN.  He is a powder, bald with blue eyes, who no longer works for the corporation.  They will make a call to my bank and bring down one vampire from upstairs to talk to you and about those who stalk you.  Your ceremony will happen at BRITS, taking over that space and staking every employee and regular there for eternity, in one night.  The blood will flow for days.  THAT will be free.  After that, even a vodka and cranberry will be $20 dollars for novampiric guests and no meals at all for employees.  The reception will be three dawn later, Jimmer, at The Local down the street.  Your barber will be the ogar bartender from the back room at Brits.  He has to drink only well whiskey that day.  It will keep his consumption down and attention on the task at hand.  Congrats, baby, baby.  Your theme that day, "Hallelujah."  They will then give you your perfect hair cut.