Includes rough draft pictures:
As told by Jake Johnstone …
” Dancing Black Dots “
From the mind of a frozen perplexed one named … ??? …
” I recall being appalled, but … time was taken away like my emotions frozen that early morning. This memory is askew like a 5-year-old rummaging under church pews during a church service with his parents. Analogies are off. Rhyming is a toss, but it’s all my thoughts are while holding this urine in while a friend is in the store. In his car stuck on getting all of these thoughts out in my journal. A slide-through is what it felt like from a dance routine. Pristine establishment. Lights a dangling. Bright white lights yet at night when I close my eyes at night my dreams or nightmares are replaced with dancing black dots! I feel shook!… Couldn’t replace a nook anywhere ‘because that’s all I feel I am. Once look-up into a white bright light that night and then time vanished yet … I’m reminded every moment since then that I’m not alone. Ahem! Excuse me! We are not alone here on this earth! Something about a dead, but yet everlasting soul ‘Fiore’ visits me nightly! Might sound strange but the time wasn’t right. I thought it was my 30 seconds but Brokenridge, MD I live in but my dreams say or show Alaska and an aircraft placement of 45 mins accurately. Minutely bothered to the point where I could be daydreaming for 2 whole hours and it might take a shout my way to break me. As I awake in the mornings I have to open and close my eyes a few times because of how many dancing black dots I see. No one could fathom this. If they did, well… ” To the mental ward, he goes! ” would be what one might judge to say. Judge to order. Judge to a sentence? All I know is when I dream I see Fiore telling me his life. Fiore telling me his best friend and others he associated with have his happiness distraught out. Life is out. Life is in. Life is a dishwasher tumbling the germs like worms are in your ears but really wormholes are tears vs portals. I can’t make sense of it right now, but every day I get closer and closer to where I was, where I am, and where I wanna be! Where I wanna be is without abduction! Yes, my story is about abduction! The lapse time that night I stared at the light when I thought it was only 30 seconds must have been from being abducted aboard the mothership. I know now my protector is Fiore. Jordan Pebblesmouth gave me his pendant. I wear it every day now since he gave it to me last week. It stops the seizures I used to get after that night I was abducted and lost track of time, but in reality, it was a warp of time. The time being warped was April…no December 7th of 2024. Can’t recall it but 2034 is now. Why I can’t recall it? Oh, that time-lapse from the bright light! … “
Our unknown no-name Journal writer then stops writing when his friend Jordan returns to his car … this will be continued in “Scorpion Crawling Mirage” where Jordan tells more of ‘Fiore’ …
Peace,
” Creativity, with a passion… for a purpose! … To entertain! … To motivate! … To inspire! … ”
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