About Me...

I'm an ordinary man who has made his own mistakes in the past and only wants to work toward helping those who otherwise can't help themselves. As a former police officer, I use my knowledge of surveillance techniques to assist people who need someone of my skill sets.

My sole weakness...

... I have personally witnessed the pain and psychological damage caused by child predation. Having witnessed this has softened me and focused my devotion on preventing these attacks before they can happen.

Back in Houston

Got to Boston and couldn't remember why I was there. My head feels fuzzy, like it’s stuffed with cotton, and it’s hard to think straight.

I don't remember much about Boston. The hotel staff told me a room had already been reserved for me, but someone else had already been given the room. They apologized and found me another room.

I do remember having a conversation with a big guy in the elevator who was wearing a blue speedo and had drawings all over him. That hallucination was almost as strange as the one I had that convinced me to go to Boston in the first place. Was he the person that I was supposed to talk to? But he seemed in a hurry to be somewhere else – I don’t think he had anything to do with this. I think I will let somebody else figure out his mystery.

Like I said, I don't remember much. I slept a lot, I think. I waited in
the hotel room for something to happen. I thought I might get another
phone call, but then I noticed that my cell phone battery was dead. I
dreamed of a place I think in Egypt. There was a bunch of hieroglyphics
on the walls, it was dark, and a man was trying to claw his way through
a stone wall. It seemed as if he could see me watching him as he sat
down next to a pillar. He reached out with something in his hand, I
couldn't grab it or see what it was. I felt helpless as the man took
his last breath. Before I woke up, I heard a crowd of people, some with
British accents. Sometimes, they would laugh. A bright light flashed a
couple of times, splitting the darkness..

I went back to the airport and tried to get on my flight home. There were so many flight delays – it took forever to get back to Houston. I think I am going to crash now and check my e-mails when I wake up. I’m not sure what to do next.


  1. Avaggdu said...

    Dreams and hallucinations are your brain making sense of things your conscious mind cannot always see. Don't be afraid of them, no matter how disturbing they are. Instead of resisting them, let yourself become part of them...only then will you understand what your subconscious is trying to tell you and you can act on them to change things.

    Dreams cannot hurt you, but ignoring the warning signs your own mind is screaming out at you can.

    Keep a diary of your dreams and visions. The human mind is aware of so much more than we "see" - even writing things down can help you make sense of truly bizarre visions. Better still, share them with other people - what is chaos to you may be obvious to someone who is not connected.

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