Phucking with my head.....

Date: October 3rd, 2017
Type: Dream 
Location: Los Angeles, CA, 90023
Time of Incidents: 2:00 pm -5:00pm 
Attempted Time of Sleep: 2:00pm
State of Mind Before: Very Depressed, Withdrawn (Me)/In Pain, Anxious (Aunt)
State of Mind After: Sad (Me)/Groggy (Aunt)
Odd occurrences before: Insomnia, Kidney Issues
Odd occurrences after: Insomnia, Kidney Issues

These are three recent dreams that were overlapping with eachother, in other words they seemed to happen simultaneously. The last is an odd incident from last week.


D & D for Oil
For some reason, again with new Alex, they wanted to meet at my house for a session. I thought why not, but remembered that the kitchen is utalized by my guest so we would have to go to my room. The thing is, I walked into my old room. In there I found a large open bag oil layed out where the sewing machine was. It was a large plastic white with motor oil like substance in it. I was trying to clean up the room. The oil left a stain on the rug which my me upset. I thought "Why is this a test?", as I neatly folded up the bag as not to spill the oil. Apparently my aunt had bought it home for me.

Moments before we were at Denny's in Long Beach, or should I say...I was being observed going into the Denny's Long Beach. For some reason I was in mutiple places at one. Someone is going through my memories, yet something else is going on.

Freeway to Nowhere
As soon as I put the oil in the trash can I am driving at night on a freeway.
I need to get somewhere as soon as possible. My wolfbrother needs me, he called. For some reasons I am along the coast, my first thought is San Francisco area or Torrance/Port of Long Beach. There are a lot of trucks and industrial warehouses. The vehicle I was in I had trouble maneuvering, something was off. I tried to get off on several streets, but each time I was redirected back on the freeway. The streets had generic weird names "WEST", "SOUTH", "EAST", "ALPHA", strangely there was no "North". I had been driving frantically for a while. There were no other cars, just trucks every once in a while. When I figured something was very wrong and tried to yet again turned back, two slow moving trucks swerved into me causing me to hit another smaller truck. A truck that was a "City Vehicle" with yellow flashing lights.

Again, moments before...I am watching this from a feedback in my head. I see my car on the freeway and I being chased. There is no trucks, but there is a small vehicle in from of the car that will intercept me. The moment I remember there are two large trucks...some bright white lights come by the driver's side and sideswipe me and I hit/enter the "city vehicle" that has lots of smoke around it and two people standing at the sides. We are supposed to be moving, yet we are stationary??? I an told "Look he is angry that we are following him, see he is actively trying to get away. He knows".

Train Station and the Gay Motel
As soon as the third person flashback of my reaction and "He knows" is said. I am in a train station and taking an escalator up with my wolfbrother and a "Jimmy". My wolfbrother is so happy I am with them, Jimmy and him light a joint, and I frown. My wolfbrother says it is "medicinal". I start to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, and also to cover my sadness as I am seeing what is going on. My wolfbrother comments on how I am enjoying the joint vicariously. I remind him that cannabis has no effect on me. He stops to got off the escalator with "Jimmy" to have me take a picture. There is a couple behind us, young male and female that are Watching and escorting us. They get perturbed that my wolfbrother is being erratic again.
My wolfbrother wants a picture of all three of us. I can see how happy he is with "Jimmy", and I tell him that I will take a picture of them together first. My wolfbrother says "Don't be like that. I need you". I say "There is a different between need and want, an I just useful tool that you tell yourself that you want when you need?". Jimmy looks at my wolfbrother and says "You know he actually loves you as intended. The loyalty and love he holds is genuine. It is not part of the scenario. I know you feel the same way about...". Jimmy gets cut off by the female from the young couple that was monitoring us.

The "Jimmy" that my Wolfbrother knows here is not THE JIMMY. However as I was being told, this Jimmy he met along the road walking as he was picked up several times this year. Ika was involved too at times.
There was an undercurrent of comments on how "the vessel" was occupied in regards to my wolfbrother and was on auto-pilot. There was some mentioned of where the

As I was taking the picture of "Jimmy" and my wolfbrother.... what I was seeing in the smartphone and in real life were two different places. One was a very clean train station terminal, San Fransisco get popping up . The phone showed a featureless white room, with my wolfbrother standing catatonic. He was wearing a white shirt short sleeve shirt and white med pants. He has been taken care of, he has been fed at least and cleaned up.

The female comments and showed me on purpose, a hotel room with he and Ika.
He and Ika are an item. Although he kept talking about me with Ika. It was weird as she showed me, she tried to show only bits and pieces, but I saw the edited parts. She was trying to make me cry. The male with her laughed, and said "He knows what kinda of motel that is and what Ika is. You do know he is the 'Defective One'. You are never going to tear them apart that way".
 
The Credit Card
A few days again maybe last Thursday, I remember falling alseep for an hour or so. The insomnia is bad...very bad this week. The weird thing is I got a phone call (I do not answer the phone anymore, everything goes to voicemail due to robo-calls and phising scams) and in my sleep my wolfbrother says "Wake up and pick up the phone". He is on the other line, I know I am groggy. He asks me to confirm my credit card number, I repeat the series of numbers and then just hang up the phone. When I do awake, I am mad as I would never do that....and I clearly remember this. Which was funny...the sequence of numbers I gave was not mine. However it was a access number to something, it was a sequence of four sets of numbers. At the time I woke up I knew the numbers clearly. I was going to write all this down then, but was told to forget and kept getting distracted. Now days later I am uncertain to the sequence.