"Sunday Night Dream's"

Where do we go at night, what "World" do we go back to or into the future? Is the answer in the String theory, eleven other "World's", this being only one of them? Was it "Moses" that was the dream reader, interpreter of future by dream's? Could this just be part of another dream, to test your "Spirituality", to see if your ready for more advanced realities? Do your dreams, fore tell of some future misfortune, when you toose and turn all night? Drug addict that go long periods of "Time" with out sleep, go crazy because they don't enter their dream cycle, been their, done that, youth. Like and old lawyer said about me, you got to stretch everything to their limits. Do you remember where you go, do you go to the same places over and over, was their a "Sun", what color was the sky? Were your friend's their, was it a happy place, all this and more are in my dream's. Gone some places so many "Time's" I know, north, south, east, west, know where I can go and where I can't, just like here. Seen people from this side, seen reptile with female faces and breast, had sex often. Asked not to come back, this places to painfull, to un "Spiritual", to much about greed and money, no trust. Ran into a Black guy on a higher realm, told him I'd never seen one before here, his answer was I know. Once told the being on the other side, I was done down here, he said we need you down their, free will, I'm writing this. Saw all the people that burned me on this side, their was no "Sun" their, some where deep in the ground, some with sun glasses on, still knew who they were. Got to play ball in a "Mayan" ball court, a test to visit someone, past test asked if I was gay, said no, let me in. Thought I had them all convenced I'm not coming back. Was riding along with some other guy, ride stopped, told the others this must be their stop, I'm not going back, they looked back at me and said no, heard some thing, it was my phone, like a dumb fuck I answered it, tricked me, I'm here. Coming back to this realm is so painful, I've learned to ask for soft landings, An old female friend told me it's like I leave my body, come back, blow some air in my lungs and leave again. Are we here or are we their, are the women truly from here and men bring the new DNA from the "Sun", not being from here. Are women the soil, came with the "Planet", while men float in and out, not ever having a home, all ways running back and forth, Yen Yang. For me "Sunday" night are travel nights, who know's, who else travels with me from this side, seen many from here, "Sunday Night Dream's". bye PS Watched The Cheney story on PBS for about half that's all I could take. Had notice how much he had change from the Nixon years, it was like watching a man going mad thru the years, hanging on to something till the bitter end, willing to kill anyone in his way, like watching "Hitler". Power and more power, while the drugs they give him to keep him alive are at the same "Time" killing his brain, Yen Yang. It's like another "Leon Russell" song, A Hard Rain Going to Fall, my darling young one's.