Dream Identity

I have been watching the Democratic National Convention.  It has been going off without a hitch.  I am feeling like there are criminals all around me.  It has to do with the merging of my bank with another bank and also living quietly.  People from my past are insatiable and servers around me have overcharged me quite a bit in the last few decades.  I won't even go to karaoke anymore, even if the bar was open.  It was awful when I was in Indianapolis, IN.  Well pilots are going at disabled racers, and gay partners of firemen.  This group is larger than you know.  Yesterday I watched some back episodes of The Animal Planet show The Secret Life of the Zoo.  It is about the Central Park Zoo in New York City.  I really liked it, except they did a procedure of a male tiger and he could not be revived.  The female kept looking around, but he was nowhere to be found.  It made me cry.  I, again, had fairly strong dreams.  I have people who scream for me behind the veil of the dreamscape.  I am so sick of them.  Now I know that I was made very vulnerable to dream spells from a very young age.  My master can now see.  It is not my unconscious, conscious, or subconscious, it is spells that create the visions of what people want me to see.  They fight to become part of my present reality.  Every once in a while my artistic nature comes through, and I do have a dream of meaning, structure, and spirituality.  I will just hold my head high and stay strong today.