Another Blog Post

 I had a dream last night where someone was attempting to throw me out of a mobile late night studio, which was flying high above the ground. I woke myself up before I could get thrown.

I had another dream that was attempting to be a sex dream, but there were a bunch of other people in the dream other than me and the woman who wanted to have sex with me.

I had another dream where a young girl, age 14 or 15, was attempting to get me to have sex with her; She made me play with her tits and she put her hand down my pants.

Listen...whoever is reading this, probably already knows that I've been experiencing this. Whoever is seeing this, knows that I'm straight (aka heterosexual) and that any attempt to make me think of having sex with someone I'm not attracted to has been thwarted.

There's an episode of Star Trek Voyager called "Waking Moments", but I'm watching it on Paramount + and for some reason it lists this episode as "Waking Moment's". This is a huge discrepancy, as an apostrophe adds meaning.

I've had a couple drinks, and I feel good; I feel my thoughts are cogent, organized, and succinct. I also feel that there has been an effort to "blend" the worlds of video games and real life, something I feel I've battled before. Once was while playing a game called Rampage, once was while playing a game called Tennis. I'm aware I'm typing this, I'm aware I'm being observed while typing this, and I'm aware that some of the "voices" who've been trying to "get through to me" have been saying "You're on a podcast". "Which podcast?" I think. Then there's no response. "You're the algorithm." "You're the Voyager." They say. There's some kind of an effort to connect me with my dad. My dad and I started a podcast called "Star Trek Enterpods" where we ventured to watch EVERY STAR TREK EVER, INCLUDING THE MOVIES, IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER...a podcast which would take at least 15 years, week-to-week, to listen to. WOW...what an accomplishment! We haven't yet received a single payment, a single endorsement, a single MENTION...and we are states away from each other. If this "father and son" thing are some kind of a "term" used from the "faggots" aka "the gays", then I want you all to shoot yourselves in the head with a bullet from a gun, with a lethal impact. KILL YOURSELVES AND KILL YOUR ATTEMPTS TO "queer" me up, as my uncle put it. Is my Uncle Rod ACTUALLY my uncle? Was there ever any family trying to reach out to me, or have I been in some kind of a simulation this entire time? How long has my life been? I clock that I am in my 41st year of my life. I was born December 22nd, 1983, and I keep a close watch on my birthday, as it falls close to Christmas every year.

Some years, my parents would put a present under the tree for me that said "Do Not Open Until Your Birthday." WHAT A FUNNY JOKE!!! WHAT A FUNNY PRANK!!! WHAT A FUN LIFE YOU HAVE PROVIDED FOR ME!!! WOW!!! KILL YOURSELVES!! KILL YOURSELVES RIGHT AFTER YOU READ THIS!