http://www.visibleorigami.com/2022/03/god-stays-in-background-unless-you-are.html
Les Visible.
Me, a black chick and a Middle Eastern chick were super tight. We were walkin' around town, which was a weird hybrid of Frisco, and the town I live in. I went to a Dollar Tree, and there was a chair there with a bag on top. I took it outside to sit on on. Soon the bag became merchandise, but when I went to return it, all the stores in the strip mall had security locks due to all the shop lifting. I gave the chair and the merchandise back, then the three of us who I called 'The New Mod Squad' ended up going through one of the stores that suddenly had a open door, the clerk was gone, to shorten our journey by not having to go through the strip mall. We then walked up and down a super steep hill, and I woke up shortly after.
The black chick was a sage of sorts. Can't remember who she reminded me of. Wonder if it was a visit from Reverend Delorise Lucas? Being in the same room with her was like a drug. Very powerful avatar, she was. . .is, though no longer on this cesspit of a planet.
In a big city, two chicks were talking. They were exchanging code words, one said "38!", then a truck crashed into a building, starting a large fire.
Was in a P.E. class with grammar school P.E. teacher. Only a handful of students were there, and we ended up throwing frisbees at each other.
http://www.visibleorigami.com/2022/03/this-new-world-order-of-great-reset-of.html
Les Visible.
Was funconditionally fed a lot by a very nice Slavic family. I couldn't understand a word they said, but I know what they were conveying anyway.
Next day, the theme was the scamdemic. Can't remember what happened, since I didn't replay the scenes when I woke up. Had an unpaid job to do, so I was very distracted.
Well, I got 6 nose pets; so it wasn't completely unpaid, not that nose pets pay the rent.
Was living with sperm donor and biological incubator. They wanted to punish me for something by cutting my hair. I say, "I'm 60 years old. (Actually 59.) Feck thise shoite!!!!" I take the scissors to start a hatched job, then alarm goes off.
Paid for a bunch of overpriced, unnecessary food in a small store with a sixty dollar bill.
Was fighting Batman villains. Anthony Hopkins played the Penguin, and he had been shot in the back of the knee by someone else. He was in gaol at the time of my seeing him.
Walking with a wise shapeshifter First Nations shaman, on the way home. Was quite fond of him. Wise words exchanged that I canny remember.
Later, was always armed with something to protect myself against an obnoxious antagonist. I destroyed his nose in a fight, and slowly the threat of him faded out. He represented a certain cook I work with that I can't stand. Feeling is mutual. He started it. Funny, since he can't even speak English. The only person I wish gone from the restaurant I work at.