There is no cure for the terrorists at Microsoft-Corbis, such as Bill Gates, Steve Ballmer, Jim Allchin, Brad Smith, to name a few. They don't learn. You cannot teach them to stop being terrorists and to act civilized. The only solution is life in federal prison for them and their accomplices.
And if these paparazzi-types in the media are acting friendly now, it is just because they are scared. And they should be scared. They have crossed the line and they will face charges and some serious prison time.
I did reach some kind of new level recently, as I progress towards my real identity. The thought occurred to me though that it will take some kind of medical process to fully restore my real memories. I don't know though. I don't know. I feel again I am on the verge of remembering something. I just don't see how it won't all come flooding back. I haven't had any more thoughts about the confusing memory of Stampede Pass. I was, and remain, confident there is a key to that memory conflict. I just can't remember how I got up there but I can remember clearly that I have been up there within the past 9 years. I also have a lot of memories of wanting to go up there from when I was living at Paces River in Rock Hill. P-R Phoebe Ray.
So anyway, there have been some associated dreams about reaching that new level but they were mostly just feelings I had after I woke up and then just basic thought that I had moved to something new.
I wish I could see Phoebe and have conventional memories of her return to my mind. She's worth it all though. She shouldn't have to endure such a long time waiting for me to get home, but she is worth it all. And the people working to keep me away from her with their treachery are going to have a serious price to pay in terms of a federal prison sentence.
My buddy Doug Weise also had a Phoebe Cates kind of girlfriend in my artifical and symbolic memory. I can't remember her name but I remember she was as beautiful and glamorous as Jim Shea's girlfriend, Phyllis. I think Doug's girlfriend lived in California, where he was from. Doug an Operations Specialist 2nd Class Petty Officer in my "C" school class at Dam Neck. He was changing rates to Fire Controlman while I was already a Fire Controlman 3rd Class, having been promoted to that rank in the fleet. After we graduated that specialist school for the MK152 computer, he was given the rank of Fire Controlman 2nd Class, while I didn't get any kind of promotion myself. We were the only two Petty Officer's in the class with fleet experience and the other's had been recently promoted to 3rd Class Petty Officer after graduating Fire Controlman "A" school. I "remember" from my artificial and symbolic memories that I used to complain bitterly when Doug and I were out drinking that I didn't have any ribbons to show for my fleet experience. I had served out there in the fleet and I was proud of that experience on the USS Taylor FFG-50 but most of our work was related to the shakedown period and we didn't earn any ribbons and medals as a result.
I "remember" one day on the beach when I think I met his girlfriend the first time. That base at Dam Neck, Virginia, had a private beach on the ocean, which was cool, and we were all out there one sunny day. I was still dating Diane Broch but she was somewhere back in Illinois and I remember she came to see me at least one time. I remember that Diane was attractive and I liked her but Doug's girlfriend was the kind of girlfriend that I wanted. I felt as though I could have a girlfriend like her but I was pretty shy and I never really worked at it. I can "remember" Doug's girlfriend was out there in a yellow bikini and she was just incredible. I "remember" something about them getting married when they got back to California as he was assigned to a ship on the west coast. I want to say that he had served aboard the USS New Jersey before he went to Fire Controlman school, but I am not sure. I "remember" that he and I were in the same Fire Controlman "A" school in Great Lakes but I didn't really know him back then as the classes were larger in that 2nd school of the series. In Dam Neck, he was the Class Leader and I was the Assistant Class Leader. I think it was the USS Richmond K. Turner he went to while I went to the USS Wainwright. Something about Charleston, too. He and I took a road trip to Charleston. Yeah, his girlfriend lived down there. That might have been the first time I met her. We stayed at her house, or maybe it was her parents house. Remembering her makes me feel lonely.
I sense that Phoebe might be self-conscious that I only love the 1982 version of her, but that is not how it is and I am love with her at any day of our relationship, including these days I can't be with her because I am a Prisoner of War again. Sometimes details such as this surface simply because she and I have been together a long time and she is an important part of my mind and I really want her back. I have to remember the past in order to get my life back. I live for the future with Phoebe, my wife. These details that show up are links in that proverbial anchor chain at Frederiksted as I work my way back to what is most important to me.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Re: Sleep journal 4/6/06
Details about my recent sleep are very fuzzy today. Can't remember for sure when I woke up. 3 am maybe. Or maybe shortly after midnight, can't really remember as I usually can. Remember dreaming something about driving my Jeep. Then I returned to it where it was parked in a parking lot after I was traveling through some passageways, hallways in a transit facility maybe. The only part I remember clearly is where a woman, I assume was my imaginary girlfriend asked me out for drinks or something. I told her we needed to keep it really casual though because all I had to wear was sweatpants. Kind of the downside to dating a homeless person I reflect now as I write this. She told me she would wear something with holes in it. I hope that was her in my dream, although the woman in the dream seemed to be someone unfamilar though. But I have noticed that happening with other people I know. They are represented, somehow, by a different person, but I think of them as someone specific. I feel like that is part of the manipulation. I have noticed something similar in real dreams, but I don't think it is the same here. I think they are disquising themselves in my dream for some reason. Anyway, if it really was her, she actually doesn't have to worry about dressing down if we were to go out. Of course, if I have my way, it would be a moot point because why would I want to go out with her when I am in such an ugly situation? At the minimum, I would want to be back to work so that I have regained some independence. And hey, next time you are in my dreams, dear imaginary girlfriend, how about wearing a bikini? Red would be good, or yellow maybe. That would be sweet!
It wasn't until I wrote again about how Doug Weise in my artificial and symbolic memories, was assigned to the USS Richmond K. Turner when I went on to the USS Wainwright. I was mildly surprised as the result of this calculation:
From 7/16/1963 to 6/13/1964 is: 333 days
USS Richmond K. Turner (DLG-20 / CG-20) was a Leahy class destroyer leader in the United States Navy. The ship was named for Admiral Richmond K. Turner, who served during World War II.
Commissioned: 13 June 1964
Motto: "America's Battle Cruiser"
Full Moon Fever was the "solo" debut album by Tom Petty, though it actually features many of the Heartbreakers, along with members of the Traveling Wilburys. The record shows Petty's musical roots and influences with a Byrds cover ("I'll Feel a Whole Lot Better") and a nod to Del Shannon ("Runnin' Down a Dream"'s lyric of me and Del were singin' "Little Runaway"). The album features one of Petty's most popular and recognizable songs, "Free Fallin'," which has appeared in several film soundtracks.
Tom Petty
Runnin’ Down A Dream
It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down
I had the radio on, I was drivin
The trees went by, me and del were singin
Little runaway, I was flyin
Yeah runnin down a dream
That never would come to me
Workin on a mystery, goin wherever it leads
Im runnin down a dream
I felt so good, like anything was possible
I hit cruise control and rubbed eyes
The last three days the rain was unstoppabl e
It was always cold, no sun shine
Yeah runnin down a dream
That never would come to me
Workin on a mystery, goin wherever it leads
Im runnin down a dream
I rolled on as the sky grew dark
I put the pedal down to make some time
Theres something good waitin down this road
Im pickin up whatever is mine
Yeah runnin down a dream
That never would come to me
Workin on a mystery, goin wherever it leads
Im runnin down a dream
