....and what's new this tuesday evening, dazzlenation?...you're still on zionist 'bolton' and well, it just gets worse, as far as i am concerned.....remember dabydeen, jacks and that radio journalist course crew at the afro-carribean centre, handsworth - 1991?....well, they were to get a pretty good idea of a lot of things, regarding 'tard' culture etc etc.....in short, remember how i had told them of my earliest recurring dream....so very odd because it ended up with me waking up, in my bed - 2 st austell road....and wondering why i had gone to such great lengths to find my parents 'somewhere-in-the-world' when they were asleep in the next room etc etc....'zielinksi' at the old knoll, however, 'knew' what it was all about....and so he took me through his ornamental 'icons' in relation to radio frequency programming....firstly i held a souvenir eiffel tower, in my hand...."can you pick anything up with that?"...i could do...and the rest is history...regarding toddy taking me on a trip to beijing, to meet 'pearl' etc etc...lol...except what the dream had also been covering up, was too terrible for words....i can remember dabydeen initially furious....as i began to talk about the 'mud men'...covered in mud....black as night...they used to come up through the tiles of underground london mens' public toilets....and try to drag you down with them, to hell...back down their 'mud-holes' etc etc...which is why i used to then go 'flying' in order to escape them....flying over the earth....visiting the 4 corners of the globe....trying to find where my real parents were....whilst being chased by the 'white strings' of what appeared to be trains of trapezes...out to entrap me...i could outrun or should i say 'out fly' them and i could also cut them, in order to get free...however, the whole thing required so much psychic effort that, i used to eventually give up and then wake up, to then think 'what was that all about - why have i dreamed it again' and again and again etc etc...i then tried to explain that the mud was fresh....that the men weren't necessarily dark coloured....and so what colour were their eyes?...any colour...that didn't matter etc etc...anyway, i can now remember exactly what that part of the dream had been covering up....in short 'zionist-programmed' oscar used to take me to a certain men's london railway station public loos...where a jooish rabbi (dressed rather like the one that used to visit george harrison - long black robe, beard etc etc) with his 'talmuddy' book....used to intone some sort of satanic verse....whilst daubing my face with his faeces.....a bag was then put over my head....complete blackout......i used to begin to suffocate, lose consciousness whilst feeling the man groping me, to take my underclothes off and then....i was 'flying'...oh and sometimes i was forced to kiss his 'mud-hole'....anyway, zielinski 'n' toddy were to find my real mother first....however, my real father was too difficult to contact via radio, initially....and yes, we'd been pinging israeli airforce intelligence etc etc.....oh and why had dabydeen, jacks et al - been so interested in 'dreams'?...well, dabydeen had been going through a near-nervous breakdown, at the time - whilst working as a junior professor at warwick....he had been having terrible nightmares of being upon a slave ship...and had started to hear the voices of those who had died etc etc...sylvia had recently told me - regarding what she had learned on that 'public health' course...that a new paper had been published which was damning - regarding mental healthcare for afro-carribeans....in short, the staff used section them instead of etc etc....because they didn't understand the culture or 'patois' as it were....and so simply labelled them as 'mad'....and that is why i then lent dabydeen marie louise von franz's book 'shadow and evil in fairytales'....later on, he was to tell me that the book had saved his life....go figure: