Smell and Flash While In REM Sleep

1545h
The title explains much of what "happened" at about 0500h this morning when I was in a light REM sleep. The perps created the smell of puke under my nose and then simultaneously created a green flash in my field of vision. (Or, minds-eye, as my eyes were closed). This represents a new level of multi-sensory fuckery, though I am sure it won't be the last time. Thankfully they allowed more sleep and I got up at 0712h after a round of road traffic noise, no actual traffic there when I got up and looked, per usual. And the sleep was augmented with their usual meat aerial games; a morning time regular event now, though I have no idea what they derive from that.

It was a yoga day, and that brings on plenty of strange events and gangstalkers. The class coordinator brought in three new light blue colored mats, and classmate rolled one out and then let me use it for some curious reason. Perhaps it was to suck up more of the chemical smell that came off it, phlalates if I recall my recent toxic pollutants training/web surfing. Odd that the other two mats were unwrapped, left in mid-room for others to use, but no one did, and they somehow got moved and stacked vertically some 15' away. Regular readers will know that the perps often resort to light blue, a sky blue, as an introductory color once they think they have characterized a location with greyscale colors; white, silver-grey, mid-grey and black. How they "characterize" a location in all its colors and energies I have no idea, but the model seems to fit what they repeatedly do.

The Pseudosweats were on in a big way this morning, even at 0740h while finishing breakfast, then again following shaving, and a constant shirt soak while at yoga. Only this afternoon do I get a break, but the air is plenty warm in this apartment, even with the windows open. I thought that the Pseudosweat jerkaround was over the top while at yoga as no one else came close to getting that soaked. Not even the new person, a tubby woman whose yellow green pants matched the color of another's mat, the C guy. She had a large tattoo on the right side of her neck which I was gratefully relieved from seeing on her left side. I swear he (C) is a morph-over of my in-town brother as he has the same height and build. But of course one cannot know for sure, though it was odd my in-town brother called this morning and started to make excuses at to why he wasn't hiring me for his garden work. No matter, but I did give him some advice on his PC that I hope was useful, as he was saying the fan came on sooner than normal. Likely it is because of a dust build up.

I can even predict some of the perp behavior of late. Just about every time I am about to head out I have a few minutes to journal in my hand written journal. That means, fingers and hands on the paper and the journal cover itself. I find that these circumstances are partially emulated by the perp shills and operatives who also pack around some paper, or even today, a paperback book with the asshole's finger stuck in the pages, as if he were keeping his place while walking the streets. Note, he was not reading and walking as I have seen some wacko perps do, a new public behavior that has erupted in the past two years. So it would seem that the perps are calibrating or testing me in some way by emulating conditions prior to departing on the street in short order, no less than 80' from the entrance to this apartment. I suppose I could call this "paper stalking", not unlike the "envelope stalking" where a yellow paper product is carried around in public, again for me to see, usually when proximate. The paper cups of brown coffee might also qualify under this name, but I think I will keep the latter as the "coffee corps". I get to explore the wonderous inanity of the perps freakshow again later when I head to part time job at the car dealership tonight.

2125h
I am being kept in some kind of dysthymic trashed state, the post-nap heaviness that has now gone on for over seven hours. I was getting napped while online, so I shut down the PC and laid down for a 40 minute nap, and although the optimum nap duration, I have been feeling "nap-impaired" the rest of the evening.
Which likely means some neural activities have been turned off, and they run me instead. That seemed to be the arrangement when at the part time cleaning job tonight, making me "forget" to force backtracking when doing the menial tasks that I know well. The boss man was doing his usual terse and vague act again; I don't get it why the perps need to provide vague instructions to me, often using terms like "over there", "from here" and "back end" and the rest of the bullshit that goes on to create more FUD.

It is sweltering hot here and it was all more so at the car dealership while cleaning tonight. The Pseudosweats were on all the time, my shirt soaked yet again. The Sales staff bailed out 30 minutes early when they had been doing the loitering thing for so long for weeks. Then suddenly they all take off early.

The perps set me up to visit the LD store on the way back after the job, repleted with my usual gangstalkers and freakshow. There was a dire need of refreshing drinks of some kind, but lo, if all of the kinds that I like weren't availible. As usual, they like to noisestalk me the instant that I give up on these feints. I got at two party, three negro women swarm around me when exiting the building. Two of them were together in the store and had proceeded me out by a few seconds, and lo, if they didn't change their route to converge on me when exiting the store with an additonal negro woman coming from her vehicle. And for some kind of referential stunt, they put an Asian woman on some 6' outside this swarm. Very curious as to why these erupt when negroes are rare here. Then when at the apartment lobby, the negro and Caucasian dude talk act was on again, the former holding court propped up on the couch in the apartment lobby. This is at least the fifth time this act has been set up for me to encounter, with the latter doing elevator egress blocking. I don't fucking get it why they need to show me these same staged acts over and over.

2230h
Enough of playing pretend PC builder tonight; I don't get it as to why the perps need me to expend so much activity time on something they know to be unrealizable; i.e. insufficient cash/income.

Plenty of two cycle motorcycle noise tonight; here at the apartment and when at the car dealership cleaning job. The Parts guy is a biker as it "so happens"; leather jacket, the HOG when he heads home, and the cigarette dangling from his lips. Perhaps this is an inculcation of nice guy (which he is) as a biker (which he becomes when he leaves work).

I had a super grotesque tattoo job on a woman in the elevator tonight when outbound. Three chummy dudes were packed together on one side of the elevator, and this grotesquerie full frontal tattoo show on this woman. Fugly, and I was glad enough that I could turn my back on it while the elevator descended. Perhaps these fugly tattoo shows that the perps arrange to be close to me are again some kind of inculcation by proximity attempt. If I don't like fucking tattoos, why do I have a phalanx of Fuckwits chasing me for over seven years with relentless abusive intent? Not my problem, so why am I placed front and central in it?

That won't get answered for a long time yet, but it is interesting that the perps are working tattoos of late, and have backed off on the skinheads just a little.