A Strange Dream

Today I am thankful.....somewhat....for a strange prophetic dream.

I'm a little sad.

I'll do my best to explain it.

I was violently ill yesterday.  I had a tough time opening my eyes.  My stomach hurt.  I couldn't eat.

It was hard to keep anything down.

It was horribly hot.

I felt like I had heat stroke.

I slept off and on for twenty hours.

During that time,

I had strange dreams.

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I'll back up a little bit, I awoke early that morning to put fans in the windows so that cool air would circulate throughout the house.

I found a packing slip for sex toys on the counter,  

an empty fried chicken container on the floor,

and 

the external packaging for various sex toys on the kitchen table.

I threw them away and went back to bed.

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The dreams started.

I envisioned a red genie growing out of a glass bottle.

I dreamt of a blue horned djinn or, perhaps, a cambion.

There was a glittering fairy dressed in green.

I dreamt of a handsome vampire with white eyes firing arrows just to the right of me.

I thought the dreams were due to the writing I did about mythology earlier.

The dreams weren't scary.  It just felt like an ultra spooky Halloween party doubling as an intervention. 

They had a message for me.

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The red Djinn apologized for making me sick but he wanted to keep us safe. I was told that I was ignoring them due to my disbelief and that making me sick was the only way to get my attention.

Yep, I was so sick that I was definitely a captive audience. 

The blue djinn didn't say anything.  It just looked at me. 

The fairy just did the fairy thing of sprinkling gold fairy dust around the dream. 

The vampire told me all was not as it seemed but that anything out to harm me was being kept at bay. 

The message was that the young lady staying in my basement is being taken advantage of in a sexual fashion by an online predator.

I literally saw her, in my dream, starring in a masturbatory porn video.

They expressed concern that my youngest could be drawn into sexual behavior at a young age due to these activities taking place in my house. 

I was informed that once I decide to do something, I would feel better.

I awoke.

This is my favorite Vampire song.

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I learned heartbreaking things today....

The sex toys belong to the young lady staying with us.  She lives in the basement apartment.  She came here when her father threw her out of the house for having a fork in her bedroom.

She lived here before she graduated high school. 

Her father isn't someone I admire too much, he's nasty and brash.  He came to my house calling me a "man-hating lesbian" and didn't leave when I asked him to leave.  He was stalking my LinkedIn so I blocked him.  He has absolutely no boundaries at all. 

He's a filmmaker (at least according to LinkedIn profile that checked out my page). This little tidbit will come in handy later in the story.

I told him she could stay here a few weeks until they worked things out.  This was sometime in April or May.  I don't remember. 

Just when she works stuff out with him, he does something completely asinine and she asks to stay here longer. 

It sounds like this wasn't the first time she left sex toys on the table.  Apparently my 18 year old had asked her to not leave those things laying around a few days earlier.

Sigh....

This young lady doesn't understand the big deal and thinks that twelve year olds should know about lesbian sex.

Uh....um.....No.

She expressed a sexual interest in my 18 year old daughter.

Uh....um....NO!

She signed a contract with a private contractor that works with PornHub to upload filthy videos for money.

WHAT?

My dreamland djinn are right....she's being exploited. 

She may think she's in control. 

She's not.

Once something hits the net, it stays....forever. 

I don't think she understands that. 

Thinking about it, I didn't even know PornHub worked with companies to get uploads.  I thought they were like YouTube.  You just, .....you know ... got down and dirty.....made a video and uploaded it. 

I'm thinking some guy is promising her stuff and keeping the videos for himself. 

I guess I could research that.

I'll be embarrassed by my search history, if I do that. 

My sister may know.  I'll ask her before I risk spyware and viruses on my computer. 

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I had this horrible thought to call Donielle P. She's the chick who made my life a living hell at the municipal building.  I don't think she works there anymore.

My gut feeling was to call her number.

I did.

GUESS WHAT!!! 

I FINALLY have something nice to say about the City of Aurora tax audit division. 

This is a rarity so I must go with it.  It may NEVER happen again!!!

They helped me solve a doozie of an issue.

I called and asked the woman who answered if a houseguest in my home videotaping aspects of her life for profit needs a business license.

The city employee said she didn't understand the business.  I restated it as a guest in my home who just signed a contract for payment upon uploading videos to a website.

I stammered while trying to describe the website.

In those moments of incoherent vocalizations, she figured out what I meant.

"Residential areas are not zoned for sexual and pornographic businesses."

I think she could hear my sigh of relief.

I thanked her. 

There really are no words that could describe my joy at hearing that those activities could not be allowed on my property. 

I don't have to put up with it.

I've seen my share of upheaval connected to sex work.  I was raped once and sexually assaulted two other times.  The last time it happened was about ten years ago.  These were always associates of my sister.  It took me many years, and a long talk with a Denver cop, to understand why it kept happening to me. 

I was visiting my sister and a few of her clients thought I was in the business.

I don't want that kind of crap back in my life. I've taken great pains to keep my children away from it.

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I realized, at that moment, I need to put together a lease agreement just so I can spell out what one can do at my home. 

I don't think it'll get that far. 

The young lady packed up a bag and left. 

Perhaps she'll stay with her father.

If the vampire is on any level real, wouldn't it be great if he'd do a bit of mind control and lead her father to that contract?

Her father needs to know.  

He might not care.

If he is a filmmaker, he'll know if its legit.  At least, he'll know where to get the information. 

Something tells me he will care. 

Maybe he'll learn not to throw his kids out on the street over a piece of errant silverware and demand money from them.  To an 18 year old, sex videos seem like easy money. 

They don't understand the consequences of that type of lifestyle.

My sister was a prostitute.  She started off by doing peep shows at Kitty's when she was a teenager.  

I know where that crap leads.  I was almost to the point of inviting my sister over for dinner so she could have a chat with this young lady.

My sister volunteers at the courthouse to help women escape prostitution.

There is only so much she can do to help people.

There is only so much I can do to help people. 

I'm not sure how it will go.

I can give a room.  I can provide food.  I can be kind. 

I cannot let someone ruin her life. 

I cannot stay silent.

On this day, I am incredibly proud to uncool. 

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I also had this strange thought that there are no secrets in a witch's house. 

What are the odds that that dream actually meant anything? 

That was weird.

Maybe our most insightful times are when we're having fallow days - when we're too exhausted to do anything except ponder everything. 

Strange.....

On the bright side, you will not see my home featured on PornHub.  In fact, after the condition I witnessed my basement this morning - my basement is probably dirtier than anything on PornHub. 

I shuddered when I saw red stains on the carpet. 

Ugh....it needs replacing anyway. 

Yes, I'm going to do a sage burning right now!

Love ya,

S.  

Old people used to buy record albums.  Moon over Bourbon Street directly followed Dream of the Blue Turtle on an album of the same name. I played the heck out of that album. My brain cannot hear any of the songs without moving to the next. Young people will probably never know the shared history of rock fans having to hear songs in a certain order, will they?  Since I can't hear the ending to Moon over Bourbon Street without starting to sing this song, I'll post it for you.  This song ended the album.  

This has nothing to do with this post.  I'll probably write about it tomorrow.

Last month, I painted the door from the garage that leads into the house.

SOMEONE has pushed some type of blunt instrument into the door (like a screwdriver).

I can see that it is new because there is a huge cut about 1/2" into the wood.  You cannot see the paint inside of it. 

Someone is getting into the garage. 

Thank goodness I have my redneck alarm system and door barricade.

I should probably tell the police, huh?

I'll let you know.

I also had a dream about that.

In that dream, I was told it was a neighbor trying to get to the tools in the garage.  I may just give them to him. 

Yes, I had a neighbor in my garage expressing an interest in the ramps and other things my ex-husband left behind.  He does auto repair on this property and doesn't own ramps. 

I thought my ex might want them, so I didn't give them away.  I gave this neighbor everything I knew my ex didn't want.

Who knows?  I'm dreaming of Djinn who were created to serve mankind.  Djinn create goodwill with Allah by granting wishes.  Maybe the neighbor wished for the ramps?

I don't think it would hurt to give them up.  I need the good karma. 

There is an inherent danger in believing dreams before anything else we see. 

Maybe our subconscious minds reveal their knowledge in dreams.  When we refuse to listen in our waking life, our dreams are a means for us to sit up and pay attention. 

Edit: 11:59 p.m.  Ugh....now my brand new front door lock is broken!!!  I just replaced it.

I change my locks more often than I do the laundry.

I'm serious!!!

I'm beginning to think someone is targeting my house....still...

I'm wondering if it is my ex.....

I need better cameras.

My peephole camera is supposed be motion activated and snap a shot.

Crap, I let the batteries die.  That's stupid, huh?

If the neighbor asked for the ramps, I'd probably give them to him as it's more room for me to store Christmas decorations and art supplies.

Sigh....this is why we can't have nice things. 

I'd better sign off and put the chairs against the doorknobs and the guitars against the chairs so I can hear it if they move. 

Living like this sucks. 

S. 

Edit six days later:  I gave the ramps to the neighbor.  He told me they got the jackass who was hanging out in my back yard.

They did not know who he was.   They knew my ex. 

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The girl staying here was having more and more sex toys shipped to my house.  I called her father and gave him a heads up.  I asked that he consider letting her come home because she needs a strong male figure to keep her out of trouble. 

He agreed.  She told me her father was complaining that he needed her to live with me so he could save money. 

He's wealthy!!!

What a cheapskate!

I don't know about people.

She took off with my stainless steel cookware.

At least she'll be healthy because her first bakeware set won't be that cheap aluminum crap. 

I'm off to Amazon to buy more.  I don't miss the sauce pans.  I miss the dutch oven. 

They don't make dutch ovens like they used too.

Oh, I should have warned her.

In a witch's house, dutch ovens are cauldrons. 

Her food may taste a little funny. 

Cheers!