JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Monday, February 25, 2013 1:18 PM
To: 'Chad Trammell'
Subject: Vault
‘4206’
That’s weird. Only just now when I went outside to take out the trash did I realize that: that’s the pass-code for the heavy-duty trash compactor they installed here at Crowne Point apartments a few years ago. I don’t recall when they installed it. Couple years ago I guess. I’ve lived here since September 2009.
You see, I dreamed that numerical combination a few days ago. I have resisted the urge to write about it. Even now that doesn’t sound that amazing but it makes me think of some work I put into that combination after I woke up from a sleeping dream where I saw it in the dream.
Why would I dream about that number? I have been going out there for a long time and punching it in without giving it much thought. Someone wrote it on the wall next to the input panel but I have never forgotten it in my memory so far and that only goes to explain how it’s possible that I would see it in a dream.
But why have I not recognized it until now?
I don’t recall the day I woke from that sleeping dream. I worked on it but I didn’t record the date. I did, however, write the number down and it is still here on a piece of paper on my desk just where I wrote it down.
I saw it in a dream because it was the combination to a safe vault I was trying to open. There was a lot of other detail in that dream I have forgotten now. It seemed to start, as best I recall now, although it started much earlier I think now, with me feeling some kind of anxiety about how a door that was the entrance to a building would close shut as another person went through it towards me and if that door locked then I would have no way to get inside to the room and inside the room was the safe vault.
I did get inside the room to the safe vault though and I was turning the knob on the front of the safe to dial in the combination and I saw myself having to do it several times because I kept getting it wrong. The combination was ‘4206’ and that was a very clear detail in my mind after I woke up.
After I opened the safe vault door with that combination ‘4206’ then the door revealed another combination dial for another locked safe vault door. That combination was ‘11040.’
So that’s weird. I would have thought I would have immediately recognized I had dreamed the pass-code to the trash compactor. You press those numbers ‘4206’ and that unlocks the door and you open it and place your trash inside and close the door.
I don’t recall precisely when I had the sleeping dream. Three or 4 days ago maybe. Seems definitely within the past seven days.
There is some kind of magic going on around here and I feel the need to tell someone about it. I can’t post this message on my blog because it contains details that will immediately identify my location and those jackals I see outside everyday are lurking around waiting for some kind of detail I reveal that will cover their ass for their criminal activity directed at my person.
I made similar complaints to those managers about the laundry room here in my building. They’ve done nothing about the laundry room though. The trash compactor area is better and they did put some effort into that, unlike the laundry room. My guess is that I am the only one complaining about the laundry room and so they do nothing about it other than give me some garbage about addressing my complaints and then nothing was done. I can’t even leave my laundry unattended in that bug-infested room because every time I have left my laundry in there I have come back to find additional items in there that were not there when I started. First it was a big brown towel and the next time it was a dirty-looking sock. Who knows what they were putting in there. God I miss having an apartment with my own washing machine and dryer. I just cannot believe I am still here in this miserable place. Hell of a lot better than Pioneer Square but why any of it?
As for the magic, I really do believe there is some kind of telepathic entity that is telling me things. See, it is telling me those secrets I told you about. Ah, but a new awareness came to mind recently: that entity can tell me only what *other* people know. If I created secrets and told no one else then that entity will never learn those secrets and therefore that entity will never convey telepathically those secrets back to me. What I started thinking is that it can gain information telepathically from any human being on this planet Earth. That means if you knew my secrets then it would tell me that. The reason it is telling me those details is because it wants me to use my ultraspace technology to transport it off this world. However, it is not going to leave before it consumes every living being on this planet. It knows it can’t consume freely because then it will die out eventually. So it’s trying to make me as miserable as possible in the hopes I will jump away and take it with me. As it is now, it is dying because it cannot gain nourishment from my mind. If I wait long enough then it will die off and I will be free again to go anywhere I want to.
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA ) To 5/9/1977 ( the London England Clock Tower "Big Ben" restored to operation ) is 4206 days
From 12/15/1970 ( Michael Shanks ) To 6/21/1982 ( Prince William the Duke of Cambridge ) is 4206 days
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 25 February 2013 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
To: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Tue, May 16, 2006 5:55:42 PM
Subject: Re: I don't know if I am winning or losing an effort by the Borg to assimilate my mind.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 16 May 2006 excerpt ends]
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1375666/releaseinfo
IMDb
Inception (2010)
Release Info
UK 8 July 2010 (London) (premiere)
USA 13 July 2010 (Hollywood, California) (premiere)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1375666/plotsummary
IMDb
Inception (2010)
Plot Summary
Dom Cobb is a skilled thief, the absolute best in the dangerous art of extraction, stealing valuable secrets from deep within the subconscious during the dream state, when the mind is at its most vulnerable. Cobb's rare ability has made him a coveted player in this treacherous new world of corporate espionage, but it has also made him an international fugitive and cost him everything he has ever loved. Now Cobb is being offered a chance at redemption. One last job could give him his life back but only if he can accomplish the impossible-inception. Instead of the perfect heist, Cobb and his team of specialists have to pull off the reverse: their task is not to steal an idea but to plant one. If they succeed, it could be the perfect crime. But no amount of careful planning or expertise can prepare the team for the dangerous enemy that seems to predict their every move. An enemy that only Cobb could have seen coming.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 09/20/10 7:57 AM
In what I was the dream I woke from just before getting out of bed, I clearly saw some very large buildings that were crumbling to the ground. I don't recall what was causing them to crumble, in large chunks, to the ground but the imagery was clear. There was no dust either. I was aware of a lot of other people around me also watching the carnage. I do not recognize any of the buildings from the dream but a photo I later saw this morning on the Seattle PI of a nondescript building reminded me of a building in the dream but I know where that building is in reality and the surroundings were not similar, although in the dream the buildings were large enough to be some place similar to the large-scale urban areas of Seattle. I was aware of power lines overhead and there was something unmistakably similar to the monorail that I saw travel overhead although the proportions didn't seem accurate.
There were other seemingly extended scenes from the dream and it all seemed associated with crumbling buildings I saw and I was traveling in a car with some other people but the sequence of the scenes has become now too vague to recall other than I think the buildings crumbling to the ground came first. I remember telling the driver of the car she should stop at the gas station we were approaching and to fill up the cars gas tank because we would need it. The pumps were all occupied but we were the first in the line to wait for a free pump. I saw two women that seemed familiar in the dream but I have now no idea who they were but I knew in the dream they worked at the convienence store that operated the gas pumps and those two women were standing on the sidewalk next to where our car was waiting to pull up the gas pump and one woman was carrying a container of coffee similar to what you would see in a 7-Eleven store and she asked me if I wanted some coffee. I told her I did and then they both walked out of my view as I sat in the front seat on the passenger side door and they were presumably pouring the coffee in a cup and sometime later the car occupants and I had apparently finished at the gas station and we were driving through the night and I took a drink of the coffee and I complained to myself that the coffee was cold. I took another drink and then poured it out the window of the car as it was speeding down the road through the night. In the sequence of the dream, that might have been the part where I was suddenly very worried that we were about the drive into the water of a large lake that could not be seen by the headlights of the car. I was looking hard out the front window and I was voicing my concern to the driver and I could vaguely see what seemed to be the water of a lake on either side of the road and I am not really certain what happened next but I recall enough that there was indeed a lake ahead but I am not certain if the water was actually covering the roadway.
In another scene, of which I am not certain of the sequence and may have actually happened before the crumbling buildings, I was outside somewhere in the daytime, and I saw a man approach me and he was vaguely familiar I think now, as though he might have been an actor I saw on television, and he started talking to me and then he was getting some equipment out of a storage building, which I think we had walked to, and I noticed that I was wearing a US Navy tropical white uniform and I was clearly aware that I had the insignia of a US Navy admiral on my shoulder boards. I saw the man take out some equipement from the building but that is all too vague now to describe. I think I was just supposed to witness what was happening.
That scene might have been preceded by someother scenes that are much too vague now to describe and had something to with me and I seemed to be stationed onboard a US Navy aircraft carrier. The only part that I really remember is that I had an intense level of boredom in my mind.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 20 September 2010 excerpt ends]
- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 10:26 PM Pacific Time somewhere near Seattle Washington USA Friday 18 April 2014
