Monday, August 12, 2019

Poltergeist

 



I was dreaming of Sharon, but she didn't look the same. There was just an understanding that it was her. She looked more like Vivianne Van Asperen, but her parents were still Hannelore and Bob. So, it was Sharon, I guess. We were in a couple's living room who were selling paranormal decor for the home. 

One item Sharon was interested in was a giant pendulum for divination. It was an unwieldy behemoth that was made to be hung from the ceiling as a chandelier type fixture. It had a fold out wooden cross that looked like inlaid paneling. Then when you wanted to use the pendulum, viola, it folded down and an 8 foot long strand of crystals would pop out and hang down so you could do your witchery.

We were sitting at a table and trying to negotiate buying it, when the chair I was in just wouldn't stay put. It was an office type chair with casters. I felt like I was on a ship, rolling this way and that. 

"Is this kind of thing normal? To be unable to stay in one spot?" I asked.  She assured me that it happened all the time.

Prior to that I had been in another situation that seemed to have to do with the cult I was in back in the '80s. But it was present day and they had a nice bit of property that they were renovating to make it even more expansive. I noticed a smallish house that was being stripped to the studs and expanded to a three story version. 

Robert Leon was in his usual form, speaking in whispers to a close associate:

"Am I doing it? (Am I doing her, he meant). Well, if you ask me, am I going in that room there, getting naked and having sex with her, that kind of thing, I'll say, no."

He spoke the words with the tone of a politician who knows he can think of fifteen different loopholes to exonerate him, while still bragging that this was exactly what he was doing.

The grounds were expansive, including a lake and a nice cement walkway/biking path. I encountered a man on a Harley who was a bit perturbed that I wouldn't yield the right of way. I was walking and he was riding, so I wasn't sure who actually was supposed to yield. 

I was going about placing talismans for some kind of ritual in tied up bandanas. One of the items was a raw onion. Some kind of result was expected if I got them all placed, but I don't know what, exactly.
Luis Ramirez and some of the Honda staff were also in on it and helping me in some way or another. 

Art Mele's presence was implied, but it was more representational than actual. He could have been a mashup with Robert Leon. The big cheese character, heard but not seen by us everyday folk. 

It could have been that my talisman placing and conspiring with Luis was an attempt to bring down Robert's evil empire, but it was unclear. Things were in a process of discovery, so I guess I hadn't gotten to my true purpose yet. Possibly that's what the giant pendulum was for.

Anyway, it's nice to be back in the game, even if it's confusing and unreal because it's the dreamworld.

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