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5/9/2024 5:43 pm

The power is to have bond or McGiver ...

in your dreams.
Dreams are a good place to make bad decisions, and to lose !
Your worst fears come alive there and no kind of Bond or McGiver thinking to get you out of trouble.
Doc told me he'd fixed his 'mind machine' and asked me if I could try it for him.
Better that way, we don't want to use cli8ents as guinea pigs, so in I hopped.
As the circuits hooked in I found that a part of my mind was being shut down and that's what the Doc promised and I found I was in some amazing place far back in time.
Before the wretched creations of man came on the scene.
I knew the nature of dreams, that pertinent and pressing problems would be 'taken up' there.
But this one was a doozy,.
Because I was at the end of a beautiful field, where it dropped away at a cliff.
So this one was about my fear of heights, and that made sense as I'd been watching goats getting about on f'book vids and they are truly impressive.
One had a goat getting down between two canyon walls by jumping from one side to the other .
The loudness of those hard hoofs striking the rock faces got my respect for the amount of pressure thatv was being put on the goats hoofs.
The sound played out, reverberating through the canyon and the walls became more vertical towards the ground and the last jump to the ground was a Herculean one.
The sandy bottom took the goats weight like a gymnast landing from a polevault.
But back to my situation, I was in the midst of a small crowd egging me on to complete the task.
I only had to do the simple task to join the (initiation ceremony) others in a feast back at the castle.
A Scotsman wearing a sword seemed like the leader and he threw the soft looking silk rope at my feet.
A large tree had a branch towering out over the precipice with a rope dangling from the end.
"All you have ton do is swing out there by the rope attached to your balls to join their group.
They'd all done it themselves and even the twins who rarely spoke had done it together.
Just swing out there and we'll catch you when you come back.
I looked at the rope suspiciously and the Scotsman guaranteed me that that's not what will 'let go' if something should happen.
I imagined hurtling towards the ground after my nuts failed to take the load.
I could tell by the twins look that there was something fishy going on.
Their silence would make them guilty as conspirators.
I knew if I managed to swing back then they'd push me back out to spend the night just hanging there from my balls.
It was then I needed a Bond or McGiver in my dream to show me a way out.
I was sure they were all starving so the promise of a big feast was utter bull.
I remembered a girl I knew who made art and she'd suggested that I be a part of her creation.
It was to be a human, err male human mobile with 5 males just hanging there by their nuts. We had to get the weight right too but more importantly what was the title or theme of the artwork?
Maybe it provided a visual association that expressed the difficulty that confronted males.
It was a stark view of how they were being controlled.
They were born to fail and the appendage taking the load had a lot to do with the realm life strains they'd be put under!
So it made sense and sure I'd be a part of it. There was nothing more that I loved than swinging naked from my balls in a public gallery.
"Can we wear bags over our heads?" I asked....

Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!