It was a typical night after returning in from the second gig and resting up for the next day to report to the gov’t building where I make the daily bread as a government bureaucrat. The room temperature wasn’t too hot, so I was comfortable. It wasn’t long before I started to see images which is an indicator that I am between reality and the dream world.  

The images that came up looked like I was watching a big screen T.V, some kind of musical video shoot. The video looked like a building in the area of the City that I used to frequent during my party days.

There was some kind of outdoor dance session going on. I could hear the music. It was a reggae dance hall. Couldn’t pin down the particular song being played. I could just feel the rhythm and the beat of the bass.

The point of view shifted from me watching the events on what looked like a large, big screen T.V, to me participating. I was on the block attending the dance hall session.

The session was good and when it was over I started to make my way to leave the scene. The way out of the block seem to be a bit inconvenient, so I decided to take the shortest route.

The problem was that there was some kind of barrier. It looked like one of those plastic barriers that you see on a construction site where water is put into the barrier to make it unmovable. But there was enough space between the barrier for me to slip through. After I slipped through the construction barrier and walked a couple of feet. I came across a barb wired barrier.

I navigated the barb wire, I got through one line, but found it difficult to get through the second line. After a while I found that I could not get past the bard wired barrier. Each time I was successful in navigating a line of bard wire, it adapted and was counteracting my moves. I decided that it was too much to negotiate, so I decided to go back the way I came and to exit the block at the other end.

Now, I walked to the other end of the block, and when I was getting closer to the intersection, the Police decided to do a stop and frisk. They cordoned off the block, and had everyone lined up frisking them as they were leaving the block.

I had the inconvenience of standing in line waiting for my turn to be frisked. I had my backpack on, and when I got to the front of the line. The Police had two items that were in my backpack which I didn’t give them. I don’t know how they managed to get it.

One item was my camera, and the other item was another electronic device that I didn’t recognize. The police returned the items to me after I was frisked and allowed to exit the block.

Once out of the block, I was speaking with someone who came across a book that detailed historical events. It was a unique book, that what ever you wanted to know about, you put out the idea and the book will construct the historical events of whatever you wanted to know about. Another unique thing about the book was that it told you the future out come.

The person did not understand how the book worked. So I had to explain it to him. Of course, he was a skeptic even though he had the book in his hands and was witnessing how the book worked.

To me, people with this type of attitude are sickening, I tend to avoid dealing with these type of people. They have no faith, don’t believe anything even in the face of overwhelming evidence, or events are unfolding right before their eyes, they are still in doubt.

I took the book to show him how the book works. I used the example of the world cup. My thoughts went to the book and the book responded by detailing all the history of the world cup.

Then I showed the person, that from the historical event that you wanted to see, that you can focus on a particular area or concentration of study. I said let’s look at Pele.

The book changed the information to focus in on Pele, his biography, when he participated in the World Cup matches as well as his own club matches, as well as his personal life outside of sports. Who he married, how many children he had, and the scandals like not acknowledging his eldest child who died of cancer. Then I gave another example. It was the 1966 World Cup winners, England.

So, we’re looking at England’s players on the 1966 World Cup team. Geoffrey Hurst, and Bobby Charlton in particular. The book detailed their careers and their life post career.

There were some future information concerning the England’s World Cup team. I couldn’t make any conscience sense to say what I saw.

I didn’t see any end to this experience, the images and sound just faded away, as the body woke up from its rest..

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