2019_01_02_JAN GORIK PAIN IN THE ASS-WONKAVADER KYLE GUY-SEX MEMES

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2019_01_02_JAN   GORIK PAIN IN THE ASS DREAM – WONKAVADER AND WEDDING DRESS KYLE GUY AND I GET ENGAGED – SEX MEMES

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Yogurt seemed to be important and again in the kitchen. (Yesterday, January 25, 2019, I took a yogurt with me from the kitchen to the Raw Gallery that I ate while there.)

GORIK PAIN IN THE ASS DREAM AND ‘BROTHER’ WATER BOTTLE PING-PONG WELT GAME

I was sitting inside a black painted van that was similar my friend and her husband’s bus-like van they have to transport themselves and their eight kids in that looks more like a local transit bus.  Gorik was appearing as himself along with his wife Meryl. There seemed to be maybe a total of four other friends of theirs inside the van with us.  The bus driver seemed to be Goriks radio show host friend, Robert Jackalonie (pilot dream connects).  We still had a forty to fifty minute drive ahead of us.  Gorik seemed to have just survived something where he’d just come from the hospital and was fortunate to be alive. (dream last night: Gorik in hospital like he’d been hit with a mac truck. I was not to go inside the hospital to visit him or ‘they’ might pull the plug on him. His ‘MIB’ knows Gorik needs my help to overcome his mental illness. Gorik was then about to come out of the hospital largely ok.)

Gorik sat in a seat across from me and facing me.  We were seated 90 degrees to how seats are ordinarily set in regular vehicles and the seats  ran the length of the bus sides with the windows behind our heads.  Gorik could barely sit still for more than 10 seconds without one of his ‘ass’ cheeks hurting.  Both of them hurt him really bad actually, but one in particular was really bad.  His right leg butt side; he was in so much pain with it he’d wince and almost cry.  Meryl was sitting immediately next to him. Gorik was sort of wincing and whaling as he ‘sat’ there, only the whaling was more energetic than literal as he knew if he whaled about it, it would not impress me.  He was also trying to show me what a ‘mess’ he was and how messed up his body is and how I was not going to be getting a physically fit young man, but a guy who had all kinds of physical maladies and problems.  It seemed he’d even just come from surgery and just been released to go home.

Gorik continued to adjust himself every 10 to 20 seconds because the ‘pain in his ass’ was so great.  I really felt for the guy and how frustrating that must be.  Meryl was being very attentive to him and his health needs.  She more like a nurse than a romantic partner or wife to him.  She was ensuring he was comfortable. (Dream connect Meryl wants and encourages me as I help Gorik walk again dream.)  Gorik now tried to briefly sit with a pillow under his butt, but that didn’t work either.  There were at least two other males in the van that were more prominent and noticeable to me during the van ride.  One reminded me of my cousin Joe with nice soft brown sweeping bang hairs like YouTube anchor Moe from Montana; and he had a very nice typical male haircut.  Gorik continued to constantly move to take the pressure off his bum and he’d look at me like, ‘See, I’m not a fit young strapping lad and this is what you’re gonna get if you’re with me.’  I already knew that though and in a fashion I didn’t really get to pick who my Twin Flame would be in 3D.  Had it been any other guy having this problem, I’d have been put off.  But, with Gorik, I just loved him and knew already he had lots of problems and that I’d had to be willing to accept that/those because that was a part of his current life experiences.  

Gorik was talking on and off again about his ‘butt’ issues to those sitting near him.  He was saying, “What you think I can just replace this?”  He’d apparently had the most painful butt-side-bone and leg bone replaced with metal parts years ago, even 10 to 14.  The technology was the best they’d had then to replace these parts and now they were breaking down, but more so causing him a lot of pain . . . in his ass . . . he tried getting up and sitting on a seat next to his, then he sat on the floor briefly, then he got back up to sit in his original seat. Each time he’d wince and try to sit as best as he could; then something happened . . . we’d hit a bump in the road and that was it . . . Gorik had to remove his pants and put his bottom up in the air.

I tried to be polite and respectful and look away, but he wanted me to look to see what I would be getting with him.  His extra painful bum cheek was a very red-pink hue (dancing cheek to cheek bathroom humor connect and associated dreams) and his less painful side was more pink-red. Neither side was bruised though.  His head was resting in Meryl’s lap, with her lightly comforting him.  Again, I was oddly not embarrassed or put off by him, when ordinarily I would be.  I already knew he had lots of issues and I’d already chosen to be there for him, even now.  It was mildly awkward because I wasn’t really sure he’d really wanted me to see all of that just yet, but apparently he did.  He wanted to ensure I knew the ‘real’ him and what life would be like with him.  I felt a mixture of compassion and relief at not having to deal with all of that just yet.  But I was thinking and may have said, “Why not just get it replaced (surgery) again with the better and newer technology?.”  Which is why he’d made his comment earlier, as he could get it replaced again, but he’d have to go through surgery and recovery again, but afterwards he’d likely be pain free and mobile again.  In my mind that was worth it and I’d be there willing to see him through it all.  I continued to try to avert my gaze, so as not to be rude or impolite stare/looking at his bum, but I was aware.

Then, Gorik had to lay on the floor again, with his butt cheeks still up. Meryl also moved to be there with him as well and he had his head again sort of on her lap.  Riding in the van reminded me of when I was a little girl riding home from my grandpas in the moving truck my parents were driving.  My brother and I were in the back with the furniture we were driving home. It had been late at night and raining outside like a waterfall (recent pain pour “Flow” connect, where paint pour looks like a beautiful waterfall) and I had to go pee super bad and almost peed my pants that day! But we made it finally to a gas station with bathrooms still open and after that the rain subsided.  We laughed about it later. Anyway, Meryl was still in ‘nurse-mode’ the entire time.  Gorik also had his body somewhat resting on hers to relieve the pressure from off of his body and thereby the pain in his bum as well.  He was again energetically telling me, ‘See what you’re gonna get.’  I already knew that and still wanted to hold him and comfort him through his pain.  I remained seated in my spot.

Gorik finally got up, pulled his pants back up, and made his way over to me and stood next to me.  I stood up facing him and he began to directly tell me about all his physical maladies (Reminding me of my uncle Joel with all his kidney problems and related issues) and I said lovingly, teasingly, and seriously in response, “Yeah, I know . . . you’re a mess.”  He then sat down to the left of where I had been sitting and I sat back down in my spot.  I put my arms around him a held him for what felt like only 4 or 5 seconds but was prob more like 4 or 5 minutes.  I felt so whole and complete holding him there, I just wanted to stay holding him, but his ‘ass pain’ caused him to not be able to sit and stay there with me for very long.  It felt he wanted to stay longer and he also seemed embarrassed by his lack of physical health.  I felt somehow my love could heal him of this issue given time and being allowed to hold him longer.  It felt some of it had already taken effect.

Gorik stood up now and was much more jovial and began telling a ‘funny’ story about he and his ‘brother’ in the van and how they’d just played some game with a water bottle (empty Crystal Geyser kind without a cap on it) that had a ping-pong ball that they’d put in the top opening and then they’d shoot it off somehow like a gun. Gorik was animatedly telling how he gave his brother a welt accidentally on his butt.  The brother now showed his butt with the welt as Gorik told the story.  Gorik could barely keep himself from laughing. Meryl was now acting more like a mum and told the two boys how immature they were and “Grow up already” as if they were her sons. Everyone in the van already knew that was just the way these two were with each other, so Meryl only tried to get them to not hurt each other when they played so rough.

Gorik now wanted me to play the empty water bottle game with them. I stood up to be with him and said, “No way!  I’m not interested in getting hurt through ‘play.’”  Gorik then finished his story about that one time the ping-pong ball had shot off like a bullet from a gun and how it was just a fluke and that’s what made it so funny.  But, I didn’t find it funny because someone actually got hurt.  But, his brother also seemed to find it funny too, so I was like, ‘well, if they enjoy it and find it funny, then good for them.  But, that’s not my idea of fun or funny.’  I enjoyed seeing them both so happy, so I wasn’t going to anything further, but I agreed with Meryl from the perspective of not liking anyone getting hurt ‘play’ or otherwise.  I was never interested in any form of play where I, or someone, might actually get hurt. 

Gorik now had out an empty water bottle without the cap on it and he was messing around teasing me with it saying, “come on, lets play with it.” He then bat threw it up and it floated about 1 foot in the air as if a scarf tossed up, he continued to try to convince me to play, “See it’s slow normally.” I had to agree.  The bottle moved very slow and even floated more than anything, like a blown up balloon.  He was doing this right next to me and my face, I was still adamant I would not play that game if accidents like his brother had were possible.  I reiterated, “I don’t care. I don’t want to play.”  He tried a moment more to get me to play their game with the slow moving bottle and he lightly teased me about it still trying to get me to think it was fun. But, I did not.  He finally respected this and continue to bat the water bottle sort of towards his brother but mostly just up in the air, because he didn’t want to get in trouble by their ‘mum’ watching them play their game directly.  They both knew they weren’t really supposed to play that game. The bottle continued to float and move as though a mouth blown up red balloon.  I again had to agree it was typically admittedly slow.  I thought of the spin the bottle game as I watched him play with it and then I sat back down again in my seat. Gorik sat down again next to me. 

At some point during the ride Gorik had chatted with the driver and the other two guys in the back of the van with us.

There was some other sequence prior this with a young girl or my ‘daughter,’ that I had flashes of while documenting the van ride, but could not recall fully upon waking.

GJ BUSINESS LOCATION – WONKAVADER AND PURPLE WEDDING DRESS KYLE GUY ASKS ME TO BE HIS FIANCE AND APPOLOGIZES FOR NEGLECT

8:54am

I was in the downtown GJ business building spot I wanted to rent for the O2 Bar.  It seemed to be mine now.   I went inside my new business location with my parents and looked up. It was a huge one story building and not two stories as it’d appeared from the outside.  The ceiling was vaulted way, way, way, up above my head.  It had some neat yellow, orange, and red design pattern on it.  Munchkin, my deceased in Waking 3D Life favorite female pet Boston Terrier, was there with me briefly, then she became her son Kona Joe, who is still with me in Waking 3D Life. Kona Joe wanted to leave and go outside, so he went over to the entry door and began to scratch on it.  I went over to him and told him, “No, no, this is (or going to be) our home now.” He stopped scratching at the door and now there was a doggy door on the door and he was thinking to leave out that now.  I told him, “No, I need you stay here and the door is only there so you can go potty when you need to and if I can’t let you out in the middle of the night.” Kona Joe understood and remained inside.

I looked up more at the vaulted ceiling area and the place reminded me of the main area inside the Harry Potter Gringotts Wizard’s Bank ran by the trolls. I noticed there were actually other stories to the building, but they went around the room instead of being placed as layers above the main central area of the building.  There appeared to even be around five different stories above with dark cherry woods and offices and other rooms and areas set within the walls.  I noted an office area in particular that I really liked and wanted to check out and was essentially seeing as likely being my office.  It had a lot of fancy cherry woods and I could see a fancy matching world globe set in a cherry wood floor stand. (Andrew sees me go into women’s bathroom with huge globe at entryway dream connect).  I could see library books on the shelves too.  The whole place however had a very mild creepy vibe (all creepy room and otherwise dream connects, and creepy clown game dream connect).  It felt almost as if someone had been murdered inside the place a long time ago and I was reminded of the ghosts my mom sent on in Waking 3D Life in our Placerville home, Garret and Maizey.  It also was a little creepy like the Moon Farm pumpkin patch.

I looked back at the main ground floor area and spotted a guy inside the building who was likely Gorik sort of appearing like my brother Kyle again.  (Kyle guy with apocalypse girl he is to leave dream connect).  Kyle was my boyfriend, but he seemed to think I wasn’t together with him anymore because I had been busy doing other things like getting this business location and I planned to start two oxygen bars inside it.  One set at each front window area and I’d put dividers to block off the back half of the building while I earned an income with the front section O2 bars, then I would expand back into the rest of the building. 

In the far back left end of the store there was an elevator to go up to the floors I’d spotted above.  I wanted to go see the office with the globe.  I looked up again and noted there were no guard rails, half walls, or railings of any kind to protect from falling off the edge from the floors above.  I thought, ‘Who does that and designs things like that? Who does that make sense too?’

Gorik looking like Kyle, got into the elevator with 2 or 3 other people that were his friends and he pushed the button to go up just as I had arrived.  The elevator began to go up.  I now had a fit 20’s something handsome black male friend with me (Nancy Brenton cames to me for protection from psychic vampire dream connect). My black friend, looked like the handsome Gryffindor alumni Luke Youngblood, actor Lee Jordan, who is one of the actors that will be at the Harry Potter LeakyCon 2019. The elevator went up about 5 to 7 feet.  There were also no doors or walls here to block off the pit area below the elevator and the handsome black man walked straight toward the elevator hole and fell in just as I tried to tell him, “No, don’t go to get in the elevator now.”  Kyle then decided to bring the elevator back down as it wasn’t working quite right or he’d decided to come back down so I could get on.  I was again saying, “No, no, no, the guy is under there…”  The elevator came down and began to squish the black man under it.  Kyle reached out with a very strong arm and grabbed the thick metal hydraulic like beam shaft and lifted the elevator up with his arm strength. (Dream connect with guy I saved from being crushed to death by an elevator).  Kyle held the elevator up and off the black guy and he climb out from under the elevator and safely onto the main level floor again near me.  Kyle then released his grip and the elevator went back down and into the hole, yet was perfectly level with the ground. 

Kyle got out of the elevator with his friends saying they didn’t want to go up anyways and I could use it now.  He sort of did this in a jokey way (Jokey witch I don’t think is funny dream connect?) like he’d gone up without me briefly as if to tease/mess with me and he said, “You can use it now.”  I had tried to tell him earlier to not use the elevator because it needed repairs and was somewhat broken, but he’d gone and used it anyway.

I got inside the now empty of people elevator to check it and it was now very different.  It was silver or rather brushed metal steel and had a foot plate area now like a metal sieve or cauldron spoon that retracted and the base would and could now flip at the center area. The floor was jointed to the side metal pieces like a teeter-totter and the foot area reminded me of swiss cheese.  I pushed a couple of buttons like 1 or 2 to test things out, but it was like I pressed the number 5 and now it was going to floor number 5 where the office was.   The bedroom may have been on 3.  I grabbed onto the side metal posts with my feet planted on the swiss-cheese-like metal floor and the elevator (Wonkavader connect) was weird; it went up and then I realized why it was hinged at the floor, it was because the elevator periodically made turns and loops so it was upside down and I could essentially go with it in the rotations and the floor would remain under my feet.  I went up in the Wonkavader and it did a loop over and then a second loop and possibly a third Upside Down flip (my favorite film Upside Down connect).

Wonkavader

My Kyle-guy down below was really thinking I’d left and broken up with him.  But, I hadn’t. But, he didn’t know that and he was really regretting losing me and he was telling his friends with him back at the front end of the store now the he really still wanted to be with his girlfriend (me) and that he’d thought he’d lost me due to him neglecting me and ignoring me.  But, nope, I was ok with it and was doing my own things now anyways and needed to.  However, since I was on this Wonkavader thing I couldn’t get off till it was done taking me to all the spots it already had pre-destined for me.  Kyle was now leaving the shop to try to find me.  I was glad of this though because I thought maybe he didn’t like or want to marry me anymore.

The Wonkavader took me outside now and I was travelling just above the sidewalks on it. It took me between two business buildings into a back side alley that opened into a nice quaint Day of the Dead style gothic vending area, reminding me some of the cobble stone streets and alleyways in Altensteig, Germany.  There were a handful of small vendors with items for sale and in particular a nice voluptuous sales lady dressed in vibrant Hispanic-Mexican garb.  She was wearing something traditional looking for Mardi Gras that was accent lined with something red, frilly, and sparkly.   She had very pretty and expensive looking dresses for sale.  She came up to me in my Wonkavader cart and I commented, “I hadn’t planned on coming here, but the cart took me here . . . so I guess I am meant to be here . . .”

The voluptuous Hispanic sales lady noticed me looking at a doll sized very pretty and frilly sparkly medium purple hue dress and I commented on how lovely it was and how I was going to likely by the doll size version because I prob couldn’t afford the full size one.  The sales lady said, “No, no honey. Put, that back down.  That’s just the display model . . . come with me . . .” She went over a few feet to the full size gown that was my size and she came back to me and said, “. . . here, this is the one for you.”   This whole time it seemed these were wedding dresses and I was shopping for one and I was thinking purple is a good color for a second wedding (as I’d gotten married in white to my first and only ex-husband). I resolved it was good to have a different color wedding in general and purple was a good way to make it be its own new first time experience instead of being like wedding number two with guy number two in white.  The dress was beautiful and the sales lady had been expecting me.  She held it out for me to take and stated, “Here, this is for you honey.” and finished handing it to me for free.  I thought replied to myself, ‘WOW!’ as it was so beautiful and would have likely cost me a fortune; as it appeared to be a designer, one of a kind, hand-made dress. I thanked her and she gave me a big warm deep hug and a big smile.  My cart began to move again away from the alleyway area around 5 to 10mph.  I said parting farewells with the sales lady as my cart came back out of the alleyway; I thought-felt-wondered if my cart was heading back to my office store.

Purple Wedding Dress

As my Wonkavader cart was heading down the sidewalk, my boyfriend Kyle, was finally almost caught up to me.  (I rode my cart to Gorik’s dream connect and Argon skull warning).  Kyle’s buddies had told him he needed to ask me to marry him, as he’d said he didn’t want to lose me ever again.  Kyle was now running to catch up with me in my cart, which I apparently couldn’t get off until the Wonkavader cart was done.  The cart took me around a corner and out of Kyle’s sites and he worried briefly he’d lost me again, but, nope.  Then, he finally caught up to me and the Wonkavader and he apologized for neglecting me. He thought I’d be mad or unhappy or have noticed he’d neglected me, but I replied, “It’s ok, I had and needed to do other things anyways.” which seemed to include the business building deal and art projects and the like.  He seemed to apologize profusely; then he presented me with a ring (?) I think; solid gold band and he asked me to be his fiancé.  I accepted.  He was worried I wouldn’t and I told him, “Silly boy, of course I still like you.  I do have a life and other things to do too, aside from being with you all the time.  It’s healthy to have balance and yes, I’d like to be with you more too and spend more time together.”  He seemed relieved, my Wonkavader cart seemed to slow down to let him walk alongside it and me more comfortably.

Then, I transitioned

MOM GIVES ME TWO HUGS TO HEAL MY COLD

My mom was giving me things to help heal my sore throat and bad cold before my first Friday art walk Waking 3D Life art show, the most important thing she gave me was two deep and meaningful hugs.

Then I transitioned again.

GORIK SAYS GOOD MARKETING ABOUT MY STUFF AND SEX SELLS

I was now hovering above my old childhood Camino home’s dirt road near the house.  I was seeing a sheet of paper, but it was also digital via a PC screen and there were pictures and things I’d written, reminding me of my Raw Gallery art inventory list. Gorik was reading it now and making notes on it. I was seeing the notes he was writing on the sheet and his first one said, “This is good marketing.” He was actually doing these things to help promote my stuff now and help with my public reputation.   He was writing genuine and sincere statements and it both pleased and sort of surprised me.

I continued to read the rest of his comment-notes and he’d changed descriptors of things to be like memes that made my thing into a candy joke (sexual) instead.  I was like, “Huh, what’s this all about.” But, he’d done it because ‘sex’ sells and he thought he was again being funny and teasing me with it; like all my stuff was about sex, so he was just gonna label it that way right from the get-go, but that wasn’t true.  I had pictures of an apple in there too (apple orchard dream connects).  He genuinely wanted to help me make that $3,000 dollars I mentioned in my email in Waking 3D life about how to make 3k selling my art pre-sleep and then he and his crew showed up again in my dreams. 

I was pleased he wanted to help, but I would be speaking with him about the meme-like candy/sex jokes being on everything; as that wasn’t the true purpose of my work and I really didn’t want it all labeled that way.  I could see one or two meme jokes that way, but beyond that was just overkill and I thought would lose the ‘right’ audience.

I then transitioned into another dream sequence and then I woke up. o

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