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Season 5, Episode 14
How to Make a Killing in Big Business (2)
Air Date
Monday May 4, 2009
While at her new job at the Lydecker Corporation, Allison shares the dreams she's been having of the serial killer in Phoenix with Devalos and Scanlon. Her new boss finds out though, and tells her that her dreams belong to him and she must stop sharing them with others.
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House Hunters (TV series documentary 1999– )
A South Carolina Couple Looks for a Home That's Move-In Ready
Release Date: 4 May 2009 (USA)
[ Bill Gates-Microsoft-Corbis-Nazi the cowardly International Terrorist Organization violently against the United States of America federal government actively instigate insurrection and subversive activity against the United States of America federal government with all Bill Gates-Microsoft-Corbis-Nazi staff partners contributors employees contractors lawyers managers of any capacity as severely treasonous criminal accomplices and that are active unlawful obstructions, combinations, or assemblages, or rebellion against the authority of the United States that actively make it impracticable to enforce the laws of the United States in the United States and in the Severely Treasonous and Criminally Rebellious State of Washington by the ordinary course of judicial proceedings ]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 05/04/09 11:14 PM
I had another dream about being in that house I owned in Greer, SC, and that dream seemed to be early into my sleep period. An odd observation about that dream is that I seemed to dream about that dream a one or two hours later or maybe slightly more later than that. It seems to have been several hours before I got up. In that later dream I seemed to be thinking over that first dream and then I was dreaming or thinking or both about this time right now as I write about both dreams. In that first dream I walked through that short hallway and into the master bedroom on the main level of the house that I was using as an office while my bedroom was in one of the bedrooms upstairs. So anyway I had just walked into that room and I was turned towards the door in that room that connects to the deck on that back of the house and then suddenly there was a very bright light. In the dream I knew that a nuclear bomb had just exploded and then I was face down on the floor with my face covered by my hands or pressed into my arms and I guess I was wearing only a pair of shorts and I was aware that the hair on my body was standing up as though I was receiving an electrical shock. I have thought several before this dream that for certain people in the proximity of a nuclear blast the only reaction their senses will register after the blast and depending on their distance from the blast will be a sense of electric shock. So I was there on the floor and I was thinking the flash should only last a second or two but after what seemed to be quite a few seconds I peeked out very slightly from the my body covering my eyes and I could still see there was a blinding white light flooding the area. I was also thinking during that time in the dream or I was thinking this later in that later dream that I could also hear a sound and I guess it was the sound of the bomb traveling through air. But I am not certain what that means other than the obvious of what I was thinking during the dream. So I was still there and I was wondering if I was going to die because the fire slowly roasted me alive and I was wondering if another bomb was going to drop directly on my location and incinerate me first. The dream seemed to have ended there. I have been thinking there was something else I was going to add to this but now I cannot remember what it was. I might remember in a few minutes if there was something. Something else I was thinking during that time in the dream.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 05/04/09 11:27 PM
Oh yeah, now I remember. The dream did not seem to end there. The next series of scenes I remember were then of here in Seattle. For some reason, I was out on Aurora Blvd., or so it seemed based on the scenes I can still visualize to some degree and I seemed to be several miles north of downtown and I could see the Seattle skyline to the south. This first scene was in daytime and I could see there was a large fire to the west where Bellevue and Redmond would be but my sight was obscured by a large hill in that direction and the fire was beyond that hill. I was also aware that I had probably been exposed to ionizing radiation from the nuclear bomb blast and I did not know how much. At some point around that time I also seemed to note there was a large fire in the Seattle skyline but that is not a clear in my mind as the fire towards Bellevue and Redmond. That could just mean that I was looking directly at Seattle when that area was hit again. I don't know. Then the next scene I remember seemed to be night time and I was traveling with three other people but I cannot remember enough detail to articulate any of that. I vaguely recall some details that make me think we where along Aurora Avenue and near to Shoreline to the north. There was an area we walked to where someone had just dug several holes in the ground and the holes were freshly dug and I could see a shovel nearby and I think I took the shovel. I pondered over how the holes did not seem to be graves but I don't know what they were for. They could have been for small trees I guess but they were probably too close together. There was also a sense during the dream that I should know better than to take that shovel because I was a lawyer and I shouldn't just take it away from there. I think that was the last part of the dream. I don't think there was anything else after that point other than the next dream where I seemed to be thinking about that dream while in another dream and then dreaming of this time now where I am writing about those dreams.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 4 May 2009 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 11/23/06 5:29 AM
This woman who kicked me out here the first time has been in on it too. Just like that doctor at the VA, she wanted to make me suffer as much as possible before I died. I have no doubt that Microsoft secretly paid her to do that, just as with that doctor and all these other lunatic zombies that surround me every goddamned second of the day.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 23 November 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 9/16/2006 7:49 PM
god I hate having to go outside with those whispering zombies. Standing at the goddamned bus stop in plain sight of all the zombies driving by with their zombie curiosity.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 9/16/2006 8:30 PM
goddamnit I hate those motherfucking zombie motherfuckers. You’re all goddamned zombies.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 16 September 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 10/1/2006 6:27 PM
These realizations make me increasingly agitated about the people around me. And who the hell knows what all these crazies are going to do. They are all pre-zombies. At any minute, they are going to turn into real zombies and I need to be ready to fight them off.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 1 October 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 10/3/2006 8:01 PM
If the past year has really demonstrated anything, it is the incredible irony of me trying to help these people. All those months of these zombies milling around me everywhere I go outside, and would not have even given me the time of day if that was what would have saved my life. And still it continues. Zombies. Every one of them nothing but stinking zombies.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 10/3/2006 8:05 PM
What would have been really funny is to have the Navy fly an F-18 over the Safeco stadium during the Microsoft company meeting. First, they could have hovered a Predator drone over the stadium for a few seconds to let everyone see it. Then, the drone would rotate towards the approaching Hornet, linger for a second, and then jump away out of view. A deep rumbling noise signals the approaching delta formation of three Hornets, which all drop a few bundles of chaff over the top of the stadium. That would have been hilarious. Those Joystick Generals would have been pissing their pants.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 3 October 2006 excerpt ends]
