May 03, 2002 - 3:45 p.m.

i guess while i slept & dreaMed ::: soMething strange happeNed indeed ::: >>> alL i know is that my rapid eye movement cycles were whirring something stupendous indeed ::: i had drifting & vivid visions of nighttime possum upon side of the highway scouring the breakdownlane for food ::: many cars passing by ::: i could feel the cold overcast nighttime winds � i could sense the stars in the sky � a big big world � a neverending universe filled w/ wonder & delight � somehow protected by a low canopy of clouds � rapid in their movement � movement faster than the passing highway cars ::: a sense of killers in the nearby woods ::: medical transplants ::: strange surgeories ::: a jury of onlookers & watchers who paid to see the medical proceedings ::: flashes of neurosynaptic electricity ::: >>> giggles : i recall much giggling & haunting whispers � maniacal laughtracks � like subliminal suggestive miscued false audience laughtracks from many repeats of happy days & the like [ 'sit on it joannie' & then the invisible end-users laugh � nonexistent audience participants in a sitcom circus � 'sit on what richie?' i would like to say like to ask 'sit on this?' i might add to my series of questionings ] ::: >>> alL i now is this ::: i waS having mad dreams ::: insane thought patterns ::: dreams where i could feel my own muscletone & movement ::: hours of dreaMs i believe from my estimatioNs ::: & then i awoke ::: >>> � out in the cold : broaddaylight : sunny new england afternoon : or at least it felt like it ::: >>> i fumble to find my watch or cellphone : no sign of my abductors anywhere & � as i pat down my pantfront i notice that AHA i do have my cellphone � nice abductors ::: >>> i look at the date & tiMe ::: 3:33 PM the third of may ::: strange ::: >>> � i sit in slight pain & discomfort in an abandoned alleyway : not quite sure what city i am in ::: many theories of why i was kidnapped run thru my head : 2 particular theories coMe to mind now as i ruN thru & peruse my memories of this experience ::: >>> � � � thiS is really strange things that happeNed i admit ::: i cannot truly tell you what haS happeNed to me besides the fact that the abductors were internet savvy & retained their invisibility : their anonymity to me ::: theRe weRe strange gigglings outside of the door & although they were not cruel in any way - they certainly were not kind as welL ::: a little radio - soMe posters - & the internet connectioN - soMe occasional submarine sandwiches wrapped in plain brown paper - theSe are the only clues i have left to decipher the mystery ::: my first inkling is that the kidnappers have soMething to do w/ my station manager participation in the neo-dada 3D radio theatre troupe radio p� - i cannot really think as to why soMeone would really want to abduct me because of my involvement w/ this organization - but 2 reason [ or subreasons ] are as follows: 1. they do not like the show 2. they like the show & want to harness the neo-dada radio energies i possess as 1 part & portion of the p�-gang the latterday of the 2 afforementioned subreasons makes more sense to me ::: & so - i am still left w/ ::: who could it be? who could it be? i know that soMetiMes if we hold rehearsel at vfw lady's house the neighbor will call the cops to break up the racket ::: i do not understand as usually we are practicing in the unplugged method if you catch my draft ::: but ::: this could be a suspect [ perhaps she hired soMe people to take me away thereby attempted to squelch the sounds of the p� - however - there are louder soundmakers in the band that would make for more sense to abduct to lessen the volume ] ::: or perhaps - soMeone who attends the show did not like the genetic farMs milk commercial - perhaps soMeone who works for a milk or dairy company - yes - a true & fanatic milkmaniac might have arranged for my disappearance ::: but this doesn't make too much sense as i did not have a diary product i can rightly remember at this point in the 1 rooM hideaway prisonspace ::: >>> i need more theories i think i think ::: >>> � no no no ::: i think that my abductors - the oNes who arranged for my momentary disappearance from the area - were a bit too internet savvy to be mere jealous or hatred inspired lunatics concerning all things p� [ not to say that there couldn't be an irritated database administrator out there - or - an infuriated it monger that would want to see me absent from the scene ] ::: >>> & then ::: when i think on it a bit ::: what about the strange scars - the surreal giggling - the fact that maNy people or beings were involved on the evening of the abductioN : this all seeMs too organized & perhaps either work-related or even extra-earthly to me [ maybe even governmental in soMe way shape or aspectatioN ] ::: >>> i never once saw the faces of my abductors : if i think of the general size of my abductors as implied thru the potatosack coveriNgs - they appeared much smaller than that of the average start-up employee : the giggling - either that of government affiliated henchmen or aliens from another world indeed : the lack of adornment in the prisonspace - inhuman : my eventual drop-off point [ to be discussed below these 2 scrolling boxes ] another reason for my believing this to be otherworld-oriented : my aura has been a bit off since the return : also - i've noticed long periods of tiMe that i cannot recalL what i have doNe - blackout periods [ luckily i usually awake in the saMe space i blacked out iN - & my bearings aRe usually easily straightened out ] : occasionally also - i find myself having strange cravings for food i would not normally eat - mostly yuppy foods - unusually peppered or spiced treats from places like the bread & circus or trader joe's [ things i cannot usually afford at that ] - i also find that i do not enjoy these foods i crave as much as i would have expected [ w/ the exception of things i might steal from the saladbar there - or from the fruit & veggie aisles ] ::: i watch alot more television now [ thiS seeMs like soMething the government would like the general public to do - i personally do not find my self per usua channel surfing & the like : i am more net-based at nature ] ::: >>> alL theSe things add up to an equally vague non-neo-dada affiliated alien governmental work-related objective for the abductioN forces ::: >>> i thinK back over the preceding months & think on the strange lady w/ the eye-patch : the strange new associate at my workplace : the strange messages left on my keyboard : & the mysteriously bookmarked websites & strange changes to my login passwords : what the christ has happeNed to me? : what will becoMe of me? : i am truly a hapless souL at thiS point i believe i thinK i believe ::: >>> � � � wheN i woke i found myself in thiS strange alleyways ::: no clue as to my whereabouts or to how long i have been theRe ::: i dust myself off after sitting & adjusting to the daylight & the generaL grunge of the buildings & tarroad beneath me ::: finally at 3:33 PM i look to decipher my chonological locatioN � i get up & walk to the edge of the alleyway ::: >>> upoN turning onto the mainstreets of this unknown city � a complete stranger walks by & says w/ a gleeful smile 'good morning' � 'good morning my friend' i offer in return & realize i am in new hampshire ::: only passersby in new hampshire would say 'good morning' at 3:33 in the PM : & now : how to get hoMe? ::: >>>