Usually, it happens when I somehow backslide into the jokehovians--or I find my own home being used as a base for field circus. I have had dreams where I was in field circus, usually poorly prepared. And I have had dreams where I was at a boasting session inappropriately dressed--blatantly so at that (no pants). Then, I usually find myself wondering how I somehow managed to get here in the first place, and struggling to not go back. However, it is (dream-wise) frequently back and forth, much like someone trying to quit smoking. Rarely do I remember anything cohesive from the platform, but with the new kingdumb maladies, I get that sinking feeling that I am going to be learning one of them from just that one exposure.
Of course, that is only a dream--as long as Saturn stays in Scorpio. I am fully aware that, the last time Saturn was in Sagittarius, I got two calls into the jokehovians (the second the one that got me in), a call from born-agains, and I read the Dianetics book (scientology) seriously. As the angels are testing the coast on the keeping the opposite sex out of my life issue now, and Satan hasn't done anything about that issue, I worry about will being forced back into the washtowel (probably on the "baptism is a legally binding contract" pretext) will be the next thing as soon as Saturn hits Sagittarius. If the coast remains clear on the opposite sex issue for joke-hova now, I know that, come December 24, I might find myself out in field circus, at a boasting session, or having a hounder or the dingbat that dragged me into the cancer last Saturn-Sagittarius transit forcing me back under the contract-breach pretext. And at that time, it will NOT be "just a dream".
