from a dream last night, in a house, Bruce Moen and friends fighting/dealing with something. i am in the house, too ..that thing is big and powerful and gonna be a hard work. it is almost unbeatable. there is no way of cunning it or set a trap for it. a lot deep thinking is needed. whatever that is.

Bruce Moen comes to Istanbul..we both walk into a bookstore. the man at the counter calls for :"Mr Bruce Moen" and says that there is a fax message to him. "how?"  i think to myself..i get the the fax message into my hand and at that very moment i realize..i realize it all..it is from not this world.. i cant tell the excitement i felt.. the fax number, the location of bruce moen, everything is known and reachable and always accurate. on the top of the fax message with big letters it says : "D.O.X." followed by three two sentenced message and it ends with regards.