As the attending physician, Phoebe is wearing a bug suit when I arrive and they land on that large flat rock structure platform near Ancient Lake.
None of that has actually happened to me yet, in terms of my personal life. In terms of absolute days to my personal life, those events happen in the future but those events are in the past of the order of the natural universe.
I have thought several times about buying new clothes, such as the Docker's brand slacks that were in that clothes locker I wrote about recently with the combination code '5206' but I also think of how when I time travel to the past, on a day in the future relative to this present day, she is going to make me get undressed and my clothing is going to subjected to scientific examination and I will not get it back until just before I time travel away on 9 May 2003. I am given clothing to wear during my transportation to Bellevue Washington and then means to buy additional clothing for the duration of my stay.
I often think that when I time travel away on 9 May 2003, I time travel to a day that is in the near past to this day, so once again I exist as two different people. I think my other self is sitting around here somewhere close by and my other self is going to show up here on the day that I time travel back to the past day of 3 March 2003 and the reason is that my other self is simply going to move back in here and resume the life I live here now.
I believe that is why I know certain details but that knowledge is not fully clear to me and that could be because of the time traveling instincts I have written of and I might be confused by the awareness of my other self who exists in my natural time world.
I am absolutely convinced that in my natural time self of 2003 I was aware that my time traveler self was present in Bellevue Washington. I had no conscious awareness though at the time specifically of why I had that awareness.
So anyway, what I wanted to note here is that Phoebe and I do not see each other again after she meets me at the "airport" of sorts where I arrive as a time traveler but she stays in contact remotely and the detail I write of suggests that if we saw each again she would not have to wear the bug suit. The people who transported me to Bellevue were not wearing biological suits but by the time they came in contact with me the medical team had already established that I posed no biological threat to anyone. I was not emitting ionizing radiation, for one thing, and there were and are no signs other signs of danger from my presence. I still have not been sick since I left Microsoft in terms of how I would sometimes while I was working at Microsoft come down with a heavy respiratory illness. I have not even been mildly sick in years.
The facts are indisputable that Microsoft was deliberately poisoning me while I worked at Microsoft because Microsoft, and Bill Gates specifically, believe that I am a United States Marshal.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Thu, 6 Apr 2006 14:24:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: "Kerry Burgess"
Subject: Re: Sleep journal 4/6/06
To: "Kerry Burgess"
Kerry Burgess wrote:
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.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Thu, 6 Apr 2006 14:24:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: "Kerry Burgess"
Subject: Re: Sleep journal 4/6/06
To: "Kerry Burgess"
Kerry Burgess wrote:
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
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Duran Duran Lyrics
Astronaut Lyrics
Makes my hair stand up on end,
Something alien happening,
Sychronize but don't comprehend,
'Cause where I stop that's where you begin!
Another moment I commit,
A pleasure as I'm gonna' take the hit,
And I'm addicted to the state you're in,
'Cause you're getting me out of it!
Wasted, there's nothing gonna ace this,
And were gonna go to space it,
'Cause I'm leaving with an astronaut!
Groovin' out to X-ray specs,
Something tells me your the alien sex,
I can't imagine now what comes next,
When this astronaut connects!
Coming on when I touch your skin,
A kinda' strange light you emit,
I hear you're gravity pull me in,
Now your getting me out of it!
Wasted, there's nothing gonna ace this,
And were gonna go to space it,
'Cause I'm leaving with an astronaut!
There, feat for quantum leap,
Because space is hot and deep,
And we follow giant footprints,
As we fall in, falling like the twins,
Through Saturn's holy rings,
And if they can't hold us, where it's gonna end up,
Anybody knows
