Journal Entries from 2025

I did this on April 3 of this year,which is only five days past! This is my personal record for walking, and the seven hours of lifting is good because I am lifting a tough 15 lb. weight (one-handed)

Monday, January 5 2025

I dreamt I was at a movie, and a move to my seating from dad brought me to the middle of the theater.  The young lady who was there in a different dream was there this dream.  She said to her “boyfriend,” “Oh, it’s there again,” referring to his wanger.  She said about giving a “hand job.”  She is very beautiful and dressed in blue jeans and a dark top.  I looked back, and there were tones of her phone from a different friend, so I weakly did not look bad turning around (since he thought I was reacting to her phone).

He was thickset as well as the boyfriend.  I wondered if there were many people who gave handjobs in the theater, and two new young fair maidens walked down the aisle; they were not white people, and one was ebony.  They were heading down the aisle, descending the aisle towards us; all was OK with me and Daphni.  Then the short movie had ended, and they were playing like personal movies of people.  I waved at my dad and wondered if he would have enough to do or be bored with the homemade movies.

I said we were broke and were homeless all day; mom and dad were younger than they are now.  We had no money and would be back once we got through the day.  Mom, dad, and I were vagrants with no money.  We went to Arthur’s.  Mom was asked a question, which she answered right.  We applied for a program where if you knew somebody in Windsor and then answered a question, they give you money.  She answered right, and her friend she knew in Windsor gave her a 22-dollar bill, which actually was only 20 dollars.  The bill the female worker at Arthur’s took out of an envelope.

The color of the interior of the store was aquamarine.  I thought of how lively I was and how my parents made great sacrifices and loved me so much to put me in a position of power and plenty when we were not rich; they would spend all their bank account money to make me happy.  I thought a similar idea to this.  She was tops, doing %100 healthy.  I thought at the get together that they knew of my weightlifting, which made me the best, most talented person there.

She said I was OK with the paradise.  I dreamt this was Firenze, a clothing store in Illinois, and I was the one with the special talent of lifting.  Firenze was nice and very fancy, like a Polo Store at the Westfarms Mall.  It was I gathered expensive, but I was not going to buy anything at Firenze.  Firenze was nice, and I saw some cool shoes that were white and aquamarine.  The store was aquamarine.

Bill Clinton was there.  So was a person from Loomis.  Wine was being sold there.  I dreamt they were going to sell a bottle of wine, and I wondered whether if you were a buyer it was a cheap bottle that had only human properties or if by small chance it was a special (tasty).  Bill Clinton was there and heads of state.  I was like the king of England or not that snobby title, but my title made me like a dignitary.  We sat in a fancy restaurant-type room.  Bottle of red wine.  A Loomis girl started saying about her habit at Loomis, and she was the only real threat to me though she was not.  I was doing superior by far to here and doing really good.

Thursday, April 3 2025

    I lifted and walked 7 hours straight today, and I did good.  I will get my new notebook to write my dreams down.