Over the Line

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It can be truly tough feeling that one absolutely must rise at 3 a.m.

A wakeful point arrived last night when I checked the time to see if it was near enough to that hour and I should rise instead of wasting time awaiting my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm. But it was only 1:41 a.m.

Feeling it reasonable that I might manage to accrue a little further sleep, I made the attempt and was in transition when I experienced a bizarrely unsettling dream.

I seemed to be pretty much accoutred as I would be on my planned outing, except that it was daytime and I was seemingly stiffened from a cold ambient temperature. Yet I was suddenly accosted by a large fellow who had been on the opposite side of a wall-like fence who coincided with me at a gap.

This was extremely peculiar because the guy was in cutoffs or shorts and maybe a white T-shirt, and bearing a large hunk of split firewood with which he threatened to beam me if I did not surrender my valuables.

The guy was dead serious and I recognized that I was in imminent serious danger.

What he did not realize was that I had my tactical pen inside my denim jacket, a dagger on my right hip, and my Titan baton flashlight stun gun in my tote bag.

Notwithstanding, at this point I was on the ground on my back with this guy looming at my feet, the large hunk of split firewood raised to do me serious damage.

Despite being stiff with the cold, I surprised him with my legs and tripped him up from where I lay, and he fell over. Now was my chance to gather up my Titan and / or my dagger for offence, and I wondered if I had it in me to plunge the dagger into his guts.

But lo! I was so stiff from the cold that I could barely move. It seems that I was suffering sleep paralysis that was translating over into my dream.

I could not see this guy, for I could not even seem to raise my head; and any second I expected that he would be reigning deadly blows upon my own head with the hunk of wood.

I was in the grip of panic, my eyes rolling as I fought to gain some mobility to allow me to turn over and gain my feet.

I could move my arms a little, attempting to get over onto my side, and even my torso was responding slightly as I strove to get off my back.

And then my consciousness took over and I recognized that I was dreaming, so the dream sequence concluded there. Even so, I was a little shaken ─ especially since I was about to dress and venture off into the night on my ¾-mile round trip to exercise in the dark at the elementary school playground, basically attired just as I had so ineffectually been in the dream.

It was a tad unnerving, but I put aside that discomfort and was on my way in the night before 2:35 a.m.

Dressed exactly as I would be for the planned pull-ups and chin-ups, I seemed to be at least 185 pounds.

The night was very cool, and the sky almost fully overcast. Yet to my enormous surprise, I found the playground equipment to be perfectly dry.

It didn't matter for my performance, though. My opening set of pull-ups stalled at five repetitions, just as it had two nights earlier.

If I am remembering correctly, and with a 30-count between sets, this was my performance: two sets of pull-ups (five and two reps); two sets of chin-ups (three and two reps); two sets of pull-ups between a pair of half-rings (two reps in each set); a set of one further pull-up; then another such set; and finally a set of a single chin-up.

Why am I so damned weak at this stuff?!

After a final 30-count, I was just barely able to manage a dead hang for a 100-count.

Then over at a nearby metal ramp, two or three minutes later I almost failed to hold out and perform 10 slow full-range decline push-ups.

I forget now, but I may have returned to try a further set each of pull-ups and chin-ups, but I honestly cannot recall.

Thereafter I walked out to the rear of the school's playing field to see if a portable high wire fence still stretched all the way around to block the two entrances to the playing field that people had used for years ─ and especially schoolkids going to and back from school.

The fence was still there blocking all access. It has been so now for over half this month thus far, I believe.

And still no older kids' playground ─ I am still having to use the equipment at the younger kids' playground because that of the older kids was removed entirely at the start of July and not been replaced despite the school having been given $200,000 for the installation of new equipment.

Anyway, it was good to get back home a little earlier than I usually do. There was even very perceptible fine speckles of rain that were thus far failing to keep anything wet, but who knows what the playground equipment would have been like had I left home an hour later or more than I did?

The time of my return to bed eludes me, but I would hope that it was around 5:30 a.m. And although I did not feel myself to be sleeping too well, I never got up again until maybe around 8:30 a.m.

I hardly felt refreshed.

My younger brother was downstairs watching T.V. news programmes, so I joined him shortly after 9 a.m. And at this invitation to commence operating our Android TV Box, I led off with a nine-minute (9:32) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: First Nations Save the Ostriches!

Only now do I realize that I had intended to play the video previous to this one ─ that one is going to have to be watched tomorrow.

Our second video was 42 minutes (42:24) and streamed yesterday to Rumble's Stew Peters Network  channel: 🚨 SHOCKING EXPOSÉ: Elite Pedophilia Cover-Up by U.S. Government in Guatemala! | Christopher Key Show.

Uncover the horrifying truth with The Christopher Key Show! Citizen journalism is taking over as trust in mainstream media crumbles—26% of X users now rely on friends and family for news. Join Christopher Key and Ryan Matta as they reveal explosive evidence of U.S. government involvement in Guatemala’s child trafficking crisis, with declassified documents exposing elite corruption and cover-ups. From the “Amber Alert Guatemala” documentary to the fight for 500 sustainable homes in North Carolina, this episode is a call to action! Like, share, comment, and retweet to break the algorithm and spread the truth.

After the 38-minute mark, my brother had his fill of Christopher Key's Christian-evangelist manner of speaking, so he asked for something else.

So I returned to YouTube for the latest two short videos at the Krayden's Right with David Krayden channel:

• BREAKING! Miracle at the Ostrich Farm! Stand on Guard CLIP (10:52) Uploaded September 24

We're showing how people are fighting for the human rights of the FARMERS and their farm animals. This news story highlights the importance to unity and working together to break through government bureaucracy.

• WATCH Canada's Feds Chase Ostriches! Farm Drama Continues | Stand on Guard CLIP (1:20) Uploaded earlier today

Why won't the CFIA and RCMP let the farmers feed and calm down their ostrich flock?  Why are they chasing the ostriches around the farm trying to lasoo them?

Reportedly the @InspectionCan and @BCRCMP @rcmpgrcpolice are chasing ostriches at the 
@OstrichFarmBC  trying to lasoo the birds.  One of the birds has a rope around its neck according to observers.  The feds cannot catch all the ostriches as they are terrified of the CFIA fake hazmat white outfits.  Meanwhile the cruel @MarkJCarney CFIA refuses to let the farmers feed their animals and calm their flock down.

And we finished up with a 1⅓-hour (1:20:40) video streamed two days ago to YouTube's Shadoe Davis channel: Sept. 24th/2025- Prayers Answered at Ostrich Farm, Birds Safe For Now.

Tonight: Katie, Jeff and the Ostrich Crew are back from the Farm to update us on the haybale fire early this morning, another possible arrest, and the miracle stay granted today....what does it mean and how will it work? CBC airs virologist with "no political agenda" who favours the WHO's stamping out policy without testing, Conservatives mess things up again, Carney throwing more of our money around, Liberals and Conservatives both silent on Antifa, London Mayor "hits back" at Trump calls him racist and islamophobic, Lefty women go on tiktok taking Tylenol and Reversing the Feminization of America w/ Author Helen Andrews on The Extension on shadoedavis.com

My brother sought further bed rest after this video. I fixed up my day's first meal and brought it up here to my bedside computer to enjoy. There was to be no sunshine to sun in today, so I wasn't back to bed for my nap until probably well past 1 p.m. I never certainly noticed rain today, though, but my bedroom is isolated from the outside. Sure, I have a window, but I keep it fully covered up with a heavy curtain and a dark silk spread over that, so I only have my hearing to go by if I remain here for long ─ which I pretty much do.

Late in the afternoon I had some light exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom (she never came home last night, by the way); and early into the evening I fetched my day's second and final meal ─ a light one. And that's now eaten.

It is presently 7:15 p.m., so I am going to take a break from blogging and see about watching a couple of shows here on my bedside computer so that I can enjoy a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) along with them.

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The first show I selected was Norway's Heimebane (Home Ground) ─ episode nine (Over streken) of the first season. That episode title translates to something like "Over the Line".

Honestly, I was not keen on watching the episode after I saw that ─ even commercial-free ─ it was apparently just barely over 58 minutes. I just didn't feel like reading subtitles for that long while holding myself to one can of beer.

But I did ─ and the football (i.e., soccer) game towards the end had me emotional. I love these characters and the cast playing them!

However, my source was this WLEXT.is link; by the time I got the video player going and had it enlarged to fill my computer screen, I think that there were three advertisement tabs that forced their way onto my browser. I quickly shut down each one of them, but this is a lousy money-making tactic by WLEXT.is.

I suppose the superb episode could not have ended much past 8:45 p.m. and my younger brother was not yet back home from wherever he had bused in the early afternoon to commence his daily social drinking, but he was here before 9 p.m. to keep lonely Bev company finally.

There were morning plan considerations ─ grocery shopping ─ that would have involved me rising at 5 a.m. tomorrow, so I was reluctant to watch a second show.

That would mean two consecutive evenings of having watched just one show and drinking just one beer.

I could not do it.

So I tuned in FBI: International ─ episode seven ("Keen as a Bean") of season four. The episode proved to be darned good ─ excitingly dramatic ─ but I easily managed to hold myself to the second can of beer I had desired.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

As much as I may have immersed myself into the episode, I never caught any reference relating to the episode's title. I understand what it means ─ I just do not recall anyone using the phrase.

I suppose that the show was done by maybe 10:45 p.m. at most, and it was fairly likely that my wife was home ─ I remained shut up behind my closed bedroom door. I will still need to use the toilet, though, ere getting to bed.

There is no early shopping likely, for I am now not going to set my cellphone alarm. At present it is 11:11 p.m., and I am going to slowly start shutting down everything I am involved with on my computer for the day.