I can remember the dreams that occurred in 1995, as if it was just happening now, today 2017, the first experience was having my name called by Kelly Dixon as I was in the cellar , I was upset, I did not allow the neighborhood kids to roam in the house unsupervised and I did not care for Kelly Dixon. Why was she in my house calling my name? I went upstairs no one in or out of the house. My first introduction to v2k.
After all these years I think I understand her arrogance, she and others in her family had access to this technology. I think I understand how Ann Mello found out Kelly's hiding place for her money. I know the Dixon's had this through wall technology even then. That dream of being fucked by a faun proved it to me, for when I woke, my head on the mattress and I was on my knees, with my ass in the air. Feeling well fucked. It ,,as all these dreams are more real than real. Augmented reality beamed into the head. To the root key of the mind.
