June 18, 2024

I once read that space could be thought of as an all-pervading jelly. Perhaps jelly isn't the right term. If we take an iron bar and increasingly apply energy, it will change its material state from solid to liquid to gas to plasma. What is absolute zero? Negative 327 degrees Kelvin? that's about the temp of space, right? But at the sun, where it is millions of degrees, Iron becomes a plasma where all of its components break apart and it really isn't iron anymore. It is more like an all pervading jelly you would need to cool down for its component parts to coalesce into gaseous Iron. Wrap your head around a lung-full of that! But, what if space is just an all-pervading plasma where negative 327 degree Kelvin is actually millions of degrees to the all-pervading plasma and as you would continue to cool the all-pervading plasma it would coalesce its currently indistinguishable components from plasma to gas to liquid to solid? That would be really really cold. Almost there. Bear with me. If time itself appears to us as some homogenous ubiquity in our all-pervading plasma, but it could be cooled enough for it to coalesce into a component part of when space itself becomes a liquid or solid, would we then have a new absolute zero and could we then manipulate this new zubstance? Where science fiction becomes science fact? All matter has a temperature where it experiences the phenomenon of magnetism. That phenomenon is some resonant affinity in the all-pervading jelly that creates a "field" of interaction. If space becomes a solid then it would doubtfully maintain characteristics that would allow it to create a magnetic field. So magnets have absolutely nothing, or perhaps everything to do with manipulating zubstance. We cannot yet tell. but if we cool the all-pervading plasma into a substance where time coalesces into a component part which we then manipulate with some sort of tool that is either really magnetic or not at all (depending on the temperature) then perhaps we would be able extract ourselves from time and enter the time at a different position. Thus, making it possible to "go back in time" to spend with my kids. I know, I know. Talk about taking the long way home, eh? When you combine my fantasies of cooling of the space in this muggy hot cell and spending time with my kids then this is what you get. People say you have to write what you know. In my situation, it is the theoretical discovery of all sorts of ideas including time travel. So thank you for reading my journal entries. I hope you continue to, or have already read the things I will haver have written in the future past future...

Only 2:00am. Time to pace back and forth for hours. An inmate serving breakfast says guards "ran up in his cell" at 2:00am and accused him of selling drugs but didn't find anything. Then, or maybe before, a new kitchen worker supposedly claimed he had solicited her but he ran into her and asked her directly but she told him she didn't make any sort of statement. They had also reduced the charge to disrespect even though she claimed to not have said or reported anything. After being branded with bogus accusations very similar at Dodge it appears to be their method to justify whatever mistreatment satisfies their interests. Slim will now lose his job as soon as they can ready his replacement. He said he will fight the ticket but was already told he is losing his job.

I managed to fall asleep before lunch so I am up to almost three hours of sleep today. I dreamt I was in a house permeated with animal filth. I was upstairs in a room and didn't want to go through the downstairs because the dogs were loose. A man entered the room and said Sadie wanted to see me but I said no. He left and shortly afterward my daughter entered and said her mom wanted to see me. Again I refused but then my daughter said her mom needed to see me with some worried panic in her voice and eyes. Again, I refused and as I went down the stairs, I saw the man whom I then asked to restrain his dogs while I made my exit. He told me I had to see her before I go because she is sick and whatever it is is killing her. He then handed me a small white cloth and unfolded it in my hand to reveal part of her hand which flooded me in fearful confusion. I asked the man to show me to the front door and again insisted I leave but instead he took me to a kitchen where another man placed larger objects wrapped in cloth onto the table. I told the second man I was going to leave the cloth and contents I was holding with what he was laying out on the table and he said I could not leave until I spoke with her. I didn't understand how or why she desired to talk to me but I still refused and insisted I be allowed to leave. The man then set to cleaning some of the animal filth on the floor and my daughter called for me to come into an adjacent room. In the room, covered in a heap of blankets to hide her embarrassment was my kids' mom. When she said hello I told her I did not want to be there and did not care to see her. She said she knows, and nobody does, as she drew the blanket back to reveal her grotesquely swollen face and body. One of her eyes was stitched shut with some sort of fluid running out. She had one usable eye and struggled to speak. Parts of her were missing, including an entire leg all the way to her hip. She was not bandaged or protected and just lay bare, hurting. I asked her "What did you do?" But she reached out her one good hand. I looked at my daughter and looked back at her mother and reached out to let her grab my hand repeating the question "What did you do?" over and over until the guards voice over the intercom ignited my consciousness. Dreams often may have emotional or symbolic truths to them. I could not say for certain exactly what the dream means to me. I am sure it could mean a lot of things, but which are supposition, exaggeration, and some sort of truth are beyond me to decrypt. It is obviously not any kind of reality. I am sure the emotional reality of it is too complex for simple interpretation. Recreation is cut short for an "emergency count" before we are let out of our cells. Maybe I will get one call today?