The aliens have finished with me. No more artists for them—they prefer standardized thinkers whose responses are easier to calculate. Plus someone gave them a copy of “Born Under Saturn” and they decided creative people were just too difficult to deal with. However, even if the abductions have ended, they will occasionally visit via dreams and thus encouraged me to drink St. John’s Wort tea before going to bed. It seems this tea facilitates lucid dreaming.
It’s difficult to control someone who is unpredictable.
The Narrative Within 