Basically whatever this was hadn’t fully decided if he wanted me to believe he was an alien or from the military. So, I got a sort of vision of a Grey piloting a helicopter. I was spooked for a second then got really offended, like my intelligence had been soooo insulted. No words, just teenage ohhh myyy Goddd. This thing got VERY old world formal, highly respectful and genuinely fearful of me. It sincerely apologized to me and left my room.

This happened in an apartment that faced a busy street and I could see people on the street as it was happening. There have been at least two Cloud Wars in Chicago that I’m aware of but I’m sure there have been more. Whatever is in the clouds can put people to sleep and make the media lie to cover up the strange nature of the damage. I was in one and that made me realize the nature of what I had seen in the previous news reports a few years before.

Here’s a couple of unrelated links you might be able to use.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IU3V6zNER4g

http://www.metafilter.com/77586/What-i...destroy-itself-in-growing-into-a-tree

I also realized that my paranoid mind isn’t my creative mind.

Kickass man, happy to hear it!

I’ve also realized that music envelopes you like love does and when it ends you feel completely empty until it starts again. The music dies at some point.

No it doesn’t! This is very important. It just changes form, or else your listening devices become static, stagnant. If you can’t hear the music, you have to change your form until you can hear it again. It’s like being a careful patient hunter. Seek it out, wait, listen. Make yourself ready and it will make a dwelling place in your heart.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sApYx27...38;eurl=http://usromantic.tumblr.com/

I just saw Zeitgeist for the very first time tonight. It’s like a coffee chaser in a perfume lab. Then I listened to The Cure DISINTEGRATION after walking to the graveyard and watching the moon rise behind a bank of evil snow clouds — mother Mary clutching baby Jesus in her arms at 20 degrees F as the headstone in question.

I also realized that my paranoid mind isn’t my creative mind. But I happen to have two creative minds and neither will give in. One is paranoid and one is rational — left and right. Only when they bond do I have power. I’ve also realized that music envelopes you like love does and when it ends you feel completely empty until it starts again. The music dies at some point. Maybe it has. There is no proper music nor love. Totally subjective.

So I got to wondering am I a hitch hinking

When I was 3 or 4 I dreamed about a monster that lived in the TV and attacked the outside world with death rays. It took my family hostage and killed our dogs. Its shape appeared in the static and it had a shrill, hissing voice. This is perhaps the earliest dream I can remember.

http://www.timboucher.com/journal/2008...12/18/dream-i-ching-symbol-tetragram/