Dream December 19, 2009

Dream Saturday Dec 19, 2009


There was a bunch of people attacking the house.



I go downstairs to look for a gun. There were a bunch of Japanese people. Samurai swords dressed all in black. I sit amongst them. We are all to move against these attackers. One of them says to me, "You look Japanese." I said, "Thanks!" I move with them, feeling myself experienced and I was under the impression that I had shoulder pads, although I didn't as I walked past another table of Japanese. There were women there, and they were impressed with me. I wanted to look cool, be cool, so I walked past them without looking directly at them.



Running up the stairs, secon level, one of the four of us hits his head and is lying in the stairwell, there is blood everywhere. I think, if the attackers from outside come in and see this, they will know that there is more people in here.




The three of us run upstairs. I have an extra gun which I found. I ask someone if they need an M-16. One of the three of us is a young teenage kid. I give him the M16 but it seems too big for him, instead I give him a small handgun which I, also, strangely happen to have with me.




We are now in the attic floor, third level, looking outside, lots of people about to move in. Bad intentions.



A black guy comes to the front porch forcing his way into the front door. He is middle aged, fat. He looks like a character actor from television.





From the window of the messy bedroom we are in, I could see the black guy. I run downstairs, I see the black guy downstairs too, I sneak past him.



There must be a way out. I jump through a window onto a roof landing, over the porch. Back door of the house. I see a van with a sunroof. I jump over the porch roof landing and then over the fence of the yard and into the van.



I look at the house and I see a couple a woman on the right seems to be covered with ice. The couple is being attacked and killed by the intruders.




I drive fast down the street way. I run into a Police car. I was thinking of asking him to help, but I sensed he was in on all of this!


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Sparrow On My Windowsill

Sparrow On My Windowsill








A sparrow decided to rest on my windowsill one Winter Sunday morning.
December 13, 2009.


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Christmas Chip Bags.





Look at the best before date.


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Dream Tuesday, December 15, 2009



I hug a girl, I say to her, "It's good to see you." She says to me, "It's good to see you too."


Later. I was flying, levitating in a room. Another one of these umpteenth hundred, "I am dreaming again, I am flying again, and I am talented at flying. I am good at flying!" dreams again.



I fly past a garbage can at the back of some shelves which I recognize to be the store at the NorthWest corner of Pender and Main. A gift shop, there is a shelf section which drops one step into a thin passage way.
At the garbage can, I am still levitating. There is a man at the garbage can. I am scraping something from a tray into the garbage can.





I am at a restaurant. A glass in area with trays of food for takeout. I say I want "Crab stuffed gyozas." He stirs a pan with a mixture of food.




"Crab stuffed gyozas are not available for takeout." the cook says.




He was stirring a tray, you could see the gyozas in front, and there was a cheesy casserole in the same dish with other things beneath.


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Dream, Thursday December 17, 2009



I was running down the stairs.



I dropped a gun.



A guy ran after me but he ran down the stairs. Another guy was chasing him.




I went to a room that I visited before, I did not know there was a big screen TV there! I saw a little girl sitting on a table. I was at a hospital after that. I was going check on some medications.




There is a cat who burst through a window into my room.



At the hospital, there was another corridor with a patient sitting. I told him about the case of another pharmacy that would only give out certain pills and not others.




I went to a pharmacy. Small line up. I go and tell the pharmacist. "I know you can't just come in here and say I've got a cold or an illness, there must be a specific physical symptom; I got lots of snots."





I looked in the mirror and saw into my nose.



By this time, there was a huge line up.






In my dream, I saw a ghost of a ball of snot, young, fresh, soft, big, and that was what the snot looked like when it was new, months ago until it congealed and hardened and stayed on my nose; a marble in my nose, that I previously thought was the cartilage wall bone in my nose chipped by a straw the days I was insufflating cocaine regularly and thought I had to get surgically removed, but today, it just fell off. What timing. Last night's dream about me visiting the pharmacy and looking in the mirror and seeing the snot on one side wrap around a corner like pizza cheese and on the my left side nostril, the soft green ball of snot, the one that congealed, turned into a marble and stayed for months and fell off today. It was stuck so good that when it fell off, there was blood coating the inside of my nostril. That is how good it was stuck on.



Interpretation: Ghosts can and will form themselves into queues. I have lots of dreams which features queues and it sure the fuck isn't physical flesh and blood people that I am seeing in all of my dreams. Rule #1: Anyone and everyone you see in your dreams is.... a ghost.


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Dream, Friday, December 18, 2009





I had a dream of my parents house, except the roof was off, gone, the house was presumably under renovations for a new roof.


Interpretation: This dream has a real symbolic feel to it. The roof obviously represents the past which can hold down and enclose. The roof is gone, the past is gone, the future is wide open.


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View from my Window, November 17, 2009

The view from my window.

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Dream, Tuesday, November 17th, 2009






I am running East along Hastings Street, from Abbot, to Main. I see a march of Black people, tall.





I zip to Main and Hastings. The same march of Black people marching, all of them afros, wearing navy blue zip jackets.
Worms eye view almost, I look up, they are tall, then marching after the Black people were members of the Vancouver Police, I see their Police hats, lines with slight silver markings.






I see them walk past me, going East.





I go into the Carnegie Center. I head for the Library. I see the Librarian **** there, with the telltale profile of her blonde hair. I think, "I don't want to talk to her!"






So I run up the stairs,


again, this feeling that, I can't believe I am actually visiting Vancouver now, I am in the Carnegie Centre. Maybe this isn't a dream and I am actually here in Vancouver but will be back in Dawson Creek, maybe I'll stay for awhile.





I go into the Library, this time, she is against a bookshelf against the wall. Another bookshelf is lined close to it, forming a kind of T. There is a podium against the door. There are two other Librarians there, one of them a Chinese one. I ignore the other two Librarians and touch **** at the top of her arm. I feel the muscular flesh texture, there is a slight bit of hair. She is sleeveless.





I expect her to say something sarcastic about how I haven't been around for awhile. But instead, really calmly, she says, "It's nice how there is so many books here that people can borrow and just take home for free."

I leave the Library into the First Floor hall of the Carnegie heading towards where the Chinese people play chess.

The End.

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Dream Friday November 20, 2009


I am making out with a ghost girl. I put my fingers in her mouth. Just as in that dream a couple of days ago with the machete as I recall, in the dream that I did an animated cartoon featuring a machete, in this dream, I recall that I once wrote a girl a note that I fantasized about, as a courting ritual, putting my finger in her mouth.* This time, in the dream I did it, and I felt her teeth on my finger, just as in dreams about animals biting, I feel their teeth to some degree, sometimes to a pronounced degree.....


I am next a ghostbuster leading a team into a building to look for a ghost. I know exactly what to say to a ghost, as I say, "Ayut Wunnoe Sakung Palung. By!!!!!! The ghost's name is Fred." The words are in Thai, the first words are some Priest words, incomprehensible to a secular layman equating to a Brahman blessing prayer which I wrote about using before, and the second By means Go!!!!!!! in Thai.
The ghost is gone, gotten rid of, and sort of like in the movie Aliens with Bill Paxton,




I am the leader who is leading the team out of the derelict old building with some support pillars, otherwise it is dark, there is a square of light in a distance, about 30 meters away. That is the exit which I am to lead my team out.



*Interpretation: In the dream world, you can make a reference to a past event with thought or word of an event either in this dimension, like in the dream, me recalling how in this dimension I wrote that note to that girl, or me doing an animated cartoon in this dimension, A Simple Plan which, in one scene featured a machete wielding bandit, or you can make a reference to something which happened previously in the dream world like me referring to me as a trainee cop trying to make a drug bust which happened earlier in the same dream to a couple of guys working at a second hand store holding a triptych painting of Keith Richards.
And in this dimension, also, you can make a reference either in word or thought of a previous event in this dimension or a previous event that happened in the dreamworld - as I am doing now!


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Dream Tuesday, November 24, 2009



Last night I dreamed that I was travelling in Vancouver. Someone had told me that my father is dead. Now this is the first dream that I ever had that he was actually dead. Most other times, I see him and either he tells me, or I tell him, "I will never see you ever again."



The bridge on Hastings Street.

I was on a bus on a bridge on Hastings Street, during this dream, and I was weeping uncontrollably. "My father's dead!" I also recall thinking that I was in Vancouver and that this trip to Vancouver is extra long. How could I ever wonder whether or not I have been to Vancouver all those times because now I am clearly in Vancouver, but this trip is taking so long, maybe I will be here to stay, maybe I won't be going back to Dawson Creek."





Then I was in the living room of 1825 Skeena, at where the fireplace is, looking South. I have visited this house a lot of times in my dreams*, with two old women. We are discussing my father's death. That he is not around to talk to me.
In the distance, a third old woman makes an entrance and then leaves again.

In one dream, the family is moving. There is no furniture there, only boxes.
In another dream I was speaking some foreign language with my adoptive sister. She said that she did not understand the language I was speaking, the language of a country that she and I visited at different times.


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Dream, Friday, December 4, 2009


I was driving a tan coloured LeBaron Coupe from under an underground part of a building, near the Seabus station.



Then I was driving across the Granville Bridge in Vancouver, going Southbound. For some reason, from somewhere, a burgundy BMW crosses my path, not parallel to the bridge you understand, but perpendicular, the car seeming to appear somewhere in space to the extreme right, going from right to left, I swerved to the left hoping to miss it, but I clip it.




I drive the car to Victoria Drive between 41st and 49th, on the East side of the street, I park the car. I go to a store and not a minute later, when I return, the car is gone. I thought someone stole it. But at the time, for some reason, I forgot I was in the dreamworld, where cars can just pick up and leave if you are not actually in it, driving it, I guess.

I go to a restaurant. I see a couple of waitresses, I say their Chinese names, "Yee Goo Mah, and Choy Ching! I HAVE to go and say hi to THEM!" Yee Goo Mah in that language means, second Aunt.



I go to them as they are near a stove.
"Ladies." I say.





I see a lady undressing in the bathroom. I go near the bathroom and look in the door and see her undressing near a mirror.


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Dream Friday December 11, 2009





A man with a tattoo, with handwriting, on his nose.


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Dream October 27, 2009

Dream, Tuesday October 27, 2009

I was going to leave a house, but someone assured me that it was allright to go back upstairs into the house.





I said that it was safer to leave the house through the back door downstairs.



Sometimes that room is dark and no one is there,



but sometimes, the room is lighted and there is a shadow on the door, someone is there, ghosts of the dead and they are kind of mean people. Scary. Scream scary.





Somewhere interspliced between all this, a guide is leading someone and me through a zoo park garden. I get into meditation lotus position and fly up up up up up. They sense my expertise. Suddenly the group walks past a stone pavilion.





I look back and see an orange and black tiger pounce on one of them.

I fly, levitate to them and the tiger grabs my right arm. I levitate lifting the tiger with me and then with a judo flip, my hand to its paw, while in the air, I flip it into a small group of water buffalos below.

Then there was a white and black spotted panther who grabbed the other guy. I similarly lifted it but this time as I was flying past it, it grabbed the lower part of my right leg. I could feel its weight just like with the tiger, and I could feel its teeth on the lower part of my right leg.




At one point, I was levitating above and next to a house and saw sunlight over a meadow below and ahead. The house was on my left. I see an blue corpsish lady in a 4 corner square frame she was smiling a mischievous smile.





Right. Like I said, it was then that I went back into the house and I saw that the corridor to the back door was not dark and empty, but had a strange electric lamplight, and a slight shadow on the back door. There was someone else there. Other ghosts. They gave a ghastly eerie ethereal ghostly presence.




I remember sitting on a mattress on the floor in that room, staying there, unable to get out, and screaming, screaming in my dream. I was expecting one of the ghosts I sensed nearby to stand next to me and I would see it's face. I sensed there was a male and a female. But no one came to my side and then I woke up.


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An Adjoining Dream








I once had a dream about a strange ethereal ghost like addition to a house. Wood very roughly handbuilt together to form a ghostly bridge and porch addition to an already old house. This dream is a complement to the image about the woman smiling michievously at me above, how she was in a ghostly like structure next to a house.


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Dream, Thursday October 29, 2009






The actual house on Triumph and Kootenay St.



Night. I was at a house on Triumph, one block West of Boundary in Vancouver. My friend asks me to bring a gun in a pink soft suede holster to a neighbour across the street.




I go there, stand in front of the door, but no one comes to the door.





Then I notice a bunch of Police cars parked around, and then I thought if they came up to me, and saw that I was dealing with a gun in any way, selling it, or even transporting it to another person, I would get into trouble. So I went back across the street to my friends.


Then I teleported to the front of that house across the street. Now, it was day. The cops had surrounded me and treated me as if I was one of them. They gave me a gun. We all stood in front of the door waiting. Then I squatted down and rubbed my hand over my face sleepily. A Policewoman who was there amongst the group of me, a Police woman and two other Policemen.



The Policewoman said to me, "There is no sleeping on the job. If you are going to sleep, then today is going to be your last day." I did not want to lose such a good and important job so I snapped awake.




The door opens and we go into the house, I peek around the doorframe and look inside, having an artist, George Orwell as a cop kind of attitude. There is a main kitchen table with people sitting.





There is an adjoining room to the right.
There is a coffee table a sofa at the far end and a couch on either sides. There was about three people sitting there. All kinds of stuff were on the table, drugs, bags of marijuana. I go there and I am collecting the marijuana. I was thinking, "I don't really want to do this. I know how you feel, because I smoke pot myself."


As I am collecting the pot from the table I ask a Police man to the right of me, he is sitting on the sofa at the far end of the coffee table, "What should I say?"




"Ask him how often he uses. Ask him how much he spends on it." the Policeman says.






I ask the Spanish looking guy wearing a patchwork work shirt sitting on the couch as he looks up at me mellowly,"How much do you use? How much do you spend on this a month?" Then I say, I can't do this! I am not a cop!





I go to the kitchen room, on the way to leave. I see a cop standing by the door. I explain to him, "I guess it's back to drawing cartoons."



I go to my friend's house. At first they are not there. Then they are there behind a four sided glass counter. I tell them that I wanted to buy a painting of Keith Richards from the Rolling Stones.
They showed me the picture. I saw only a frame and not a picture. Somehow the frame was actually a triptych and Keith Richards was on one of the three frames.








I recalled the bag of pot on the table.
I told them that I spent some time as a cop. They said, "You should have collected some of that pot and sold it. That's what they do! And if there was a bag full of crack, you could have grabbed that too!"




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Just like with the house and the frame next to it, I want to draw another example of a similar Police dream to the above.




At Sunrise Park on 3rd and Rupert in Vancouver.






There is a cement building platform. I am on it making a political speech.





Then all of a sudden, the Police appear.






They ask me for a fine, a Policewoman, and I reach for my wallet, and I am surprised that not only do I have a wallet, but that it is full of money.

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Dream Wednesday November 25th 2009




I was lying on a bed. A blonde Policewoman wearing a ponytail and a Police hat was next to me, to my left. She was wearing a light blue Police shirt, with badge. She said that she wanted to ask me a few questions. Then she sitting on top of me. She asked me to put my hands together. She handcuffed me. But a few seconds later, the handcuffs were gone and I was free again. I was able to put my hands under the pillow while lying down.


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Show And Tell





This is my new big screen TV hooked up to my computer, or rather, vice versa.








These images are from Herge's Tintin. These images give a kind of campy bourgeous comic book feel, really intense like when I first discovered Winsor McCay, during the Spring when I was 21 years old. That artist, for awhile went out of fashion for awhile, but if you order the full size reprints of the Little Nemo in Slumberland comics, it does have the same kind of ornate baroque vibes, sort of like coming down off of mushrooms.
I wish to achieve this level of artistic mastery. In fact, this is my pledge.
This is why, with my computer hooked up to the big screen TV, of course this means a much bigger "canvas" where I can squeeze in a lot more details. Over the course of time, I will inject some mind blowing psychedelic images into my cartoons now that I have more space to add in more details.
I wish to create good feelings if maybe not quite the Stendahl effect, with my cartoons, of course animated cartoon is different than the medium of a paper comic strip, glossy bright colours, in paper has a feeling.
I had a Stendahl effect with some artwork that I saw during the 80s when as a teenager, I would see a picture and not be able to stop crying for a day and a half, but it was a happy kind of crying, or looking at a picture and staying up all night feeling happier and happier each minute and feeling every minute of the growing happiness. But maybe that's just the hormones of puberty.
See the Herge comics above? That's my artistic objective now that I have a big screen TV to work with as a computer screen. I don't know when it will be that I will achieve this objective. Often the best cartoons or artwork comes about accidentally without any kind of planning beforehand.












This is the latest frame of my cartoon. I drew this picture with the computer hooked up to the big screen television. Tintin comics are like this; they are originally drawn on huge poster sized sheets of paper and then the printing press process shrinks down the comic strip to paperback comic magazine size.




Deli cakes. Dean Noble. CGI. 2009




Salmon head.





Old German New York postal clerk.






New York post office. Seize The Day.
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The Carnegie Community Centre in Vancouver, in the dreamworld






The approach to the Community Centre, on the street.




The interior of the Community Centre is spotless and pristine as could be expected in the dreamworld. The green wrought iron framework framing the floors and windows. The mahogany furniture and interiors. In the dream, there were some people in the rooms.



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Dream, Friday November 13, 2009


Some Police wanted to interview me about my marijuana use, throughout the dream, but never got around to it.


I leave this party and go into a convenience store connected to a high rise apartment. I was asking the cashier about the Police, the party and then 3 guys walk in. I sensed they were going to rob the place, so I streaked out fast.





When I looked back, I indeed did see one guy holding a machete. One of the guys in this dream was my black friend Wes.

I go to an airport waiting area. Everyone is on a phone.






I go to a phone and someone is on it, I weep to one of the passengers, "Why is everyone on a phone? I need to call the Police, it is an emergency, I have to report an armed robbery."





I go into a hospital. There is a series of phones on a table in a room. I pick up one of the phones,




but it is a nurse and as soon as I identify myself, she tells me that she is unable to contact the Police, but can tell me fully, my medical details. I did not want to hear about that.


I go out. I recognize that I am standing outside H&R Block in Dawson Creek. I see a car moving from left to right going West, I wave it down thinking it might be the Police. It is a tan, cream coloured car, looks like a 4 door 60s Valiant. In the car is my cousin ******* she looks young, slim, about 19. In fact, now, in this life, she is a 250 woman who wears a mumu.
It is the light of a Spring or Winter morning.
I apologized to her, I wanted to see the Police. She beamed at me, smiling. She said, that's OK because we are cousins. She was happy to see me. I told her that I was on Noble Films now, and as she turned left now going South, at Northern Janitorial in Dawson Creek, I volunteered to write my phone number on a restaurant table paper napkin. With the first few tries, the ink on the pen did not work, but finally I was able to write the phone number I have and I am not including it here!


Note, it is strange to see people in my dreams who I resolved to never, ever speak to again, and in the dream, I am friendly to them and they are friendly to me. Often these are people I have not seen in years. But in this life, upon awakening, whatever happy feelings I had with these people in the dream are crushed and I go back to my wakeful resolve of determining that these people are not worth contacting, even if I had a dream about them. Now I am not seriously going to contact this cousin I saw in today's dream. No fucking way!
If they are so gung ho about family, why don't they ever introduce me to my mother's side of the family, instead they do everything they can to withhold whatever information about her they could from me.
She is not my cousin, because the man who says he is my father is not my father. What, he's my father, why, because he says he is?! He is not my father. I have only ever known that guy to be a compulsive liar on all topics. I really doubt that he is my father. He is not my father. Not my genes. I don't look anything like him. His face looks like a catfish. I think that my adoptive father is dead.


I finally leave the amusement park fair altogether.




In the distance, there is the exit. Up a small hill, a line up of people.




I see a Police Officer but people shuffle to the exit and I miss the Police Officer and in the line up, I look back and can scarcely see him, obscured by all the queueing heads behind me.


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Dream Images, Friday October 16, 2009

A sweet image from 1908. Workshop. Merry Go Round Hobby horse.


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I had this dream before I had the one above, if only one hour before.

A dog's muzzle, and then a hotel formation very much like a dog's muzzle including the front teeth.


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The Rolling Stones







I saw this in a dream that featured the Rolling Stones. This pot filled ashtray was, in the dream, in a room where Keith Richards was lying on a bed. Intimations of death. At one point he sat up and smiled a wide spiderly monkey smile at me and then the smile got wider. Smiles wide, then wider.
But looking at an ashtray with pot buds in real life has a resonance and it would be something that appeared in a dream with the Rolling Stones. A dream that I had.

Interpretation: This ghostly ashtray contains the ghosts of the buds which usually would have formed the ashes.









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My Hallowe'en Pumpkin

I got a Hallowe'en pumpkin. I put an energy saving "party light" a yellow one, in a plug-in desk lamp. The I put a plastic pumpkin that I got on top. A good light, better than the built in one it came with.


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Mile Zero Hotel Drawing




I drew this picture between Wednesday October 7, and Sunday October 18, 2009.


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Dream, Tuesday September 29th, 2009




I was in a living room, a theatre group. There as a bunch of people roiled together, reminiscent of the roiling mass of rotweillers I saw in a dream a few months ago. Anyways, in the center of this group of people was a Chinese guy. Ghost. HD TV vividness and density in the pores of his face. This dimension a little fuzz in comparison. Oh, another one of those dreams!
This Chinese guy had a very distinct Oriental face. They say your face gets more distinct as you get older. Not so in my experiences with the ghost world; faces look most distinct when a person is a teenager! A lot of Oriental ghosts, most of them will present themselves as a teenager especially if they are a gangster and this guy was wearing an all white three piece suit like a 1930s Shanghai gangster, no hat, and he had a Chinese Peter Chin face and he was looking at me askance, sidelong. I was looking at his left ear, so the left side of his face was facing me.


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Dream: Friday, October 2nd, 2009



I was in an apartment with two gorgeous Oriental girls. They laid me down on the bed, and they took their clothes off. They said, "How would it be like for you to be inside us?"



First one girl hovers her naked self over me, then the other, I was ready to enter one of them, then they said that someone was returning.





It seemed like a long time, as I went to the window and did up my belt. I was doing up my belt the after action of doing something sexual. A second later, a couple of guys return.





I turn around and see them. They are sitting at a sofa, and they are looking right at me!


I leave the room and walk around the building.




I go into a room and see one of the guys. He is wanting to sell me a dress shirt, a black dress shirt, but there is a thing seam where there is a Scottish plaid design, but mostly a black dress shirt. I ask how much? He says $100 or over.



I look into a mirror and see myself, vivid, young, with sideburns.




I leave and go into an elevator, I am not sure there is a floor on the elevator, but as I look closer, there is.



Then I teleport to a walk in shoe closet and see one of the Oriental ladies from before, clothed, she was trying to sell a shirt to Mike Tyson. Slut, I thought, knowing she would flirt with him too.




I slid under the closet door and out of the room.




Then I go into another part of the building, the other guy of the two guys is there, he is standing at a hallway closet folding clothes, this hallways all dark, subdued, and shady,






Then I see a fence wall part, like a monkey cage. I try to climb the fence surrounding but when I see that it has barbed wire, I stop.

Some guy is trying to climb a barb wire fence.




I walk around the corridor, turning left and see a guy, actually one of the two guys from before. He climbed up the fence, but could not get down, he climbs back into the building and walks on a support beam, and says, "I have to get out of my cell! Get the nurse!"



This is a scaffolded hallway, I look down and see one fat old lady showering.





I walk downstairs and to my left, I see a fat old lady, naked showering, she had flattish slightly round breasts like small hills.




But to the front of me, I see another old lady, naked and showering, she has a more curvy body with nice round breasts more like spheres. I go to her and hug her. I feel good for a second. To the left just in front of this shower stall though, I notice a Police hat, RCMP, I telepathically sense. The yellow band across the Police hat is distinct. It was an older Police Officer, about 45 years old, hair salt and pepper grey, and very lean and fit. He was having his breakfast. I decide that since he was there, I did not want to fool around with the old lady there, I mean he was right next to the shower stall and had a view. He sat behind a wall which defined and separated the dining area from the shower stalls. The wall was only high enough to reach his shoulder even as he sat down dining.




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Dream Wednesday, October 7, 2009


I watch a STAR WARS procession.



Then C3P0 runs in and gets involved. I then see the black Empress.





She is thin, bald, all black, like coal black, not just Black person's skin black. The has sharp teeth and looks menacing and at one point, looked right at me.







Later on in the dream, I am sitting with Darth Vader to my left on a bench, bookcased by two small walls. The black Empress is due to arrive again.
I say, "What if she looks at me again?"
Darth Vader said, "I'll tell her that you are WITH ME!!!!!!"
I say, "Just the same, I want to leave anyways."



I go to an elevator. I step in. Then I change my mind and want to go back to see the black Empress.




I see the floor listings, 503, 504, 505, 506, this building has 500 floors! And I sense that the elevator is going up so fast!
I said, "I don't like these kinds of elevators."





I press a slanted transparent plastic square button in the middle of the left wall of the elevator.



The elevator doors open. The bench is empty. The hallway where the Empress is supposed to arrive is empty.




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Dream, Thursday October 8, 2009







I was staying in a rooming house apartment in Vancouver, after work, I scored some cocaine which I liquified and had waiting for me in an uncapped syringe, the needle point extruding no more or less than an inch. I hid the needle in the left side of a top drawer under a piece of clothing.






Later, I returned to the room and looked for the needle and it was gone! Mark Roy appeared and said that he had taken it away from me for my own good. I demanded to know where it was. He showed it to me.







The syringe looked purple, flattened by a hammer. It was pancaked in the center, as it should be.




Later I scored some more cocaine and in a needle. I was going to shoot up in a bathroom.




I look into a room.
In the dream, I shot up through the yellow part of an orange striped partitioned safety vest, the yellow glossy plastic part of the safety vest was connected to my vein. When I shot up, I felt the choking but pleasant sensation of a rush of an intravenous hit of cocaine. I was feeling the ghost rush of an intravenous hit of cocaine. All experiences on Earth have their ghost version in the dreamworld.


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Afternoon.


After being at some place, I teleport to see my family.





My father, he is old and shaking. He had a stroke.



We walk together to another room. My father is in the other half of the partitioned room with a window and a table.




My half brother is there, he has slight grey hair. He is wearing a grey sweat shirt. He sits tall on a chair. My stepmother is also in the room, over in front of the kitchen sink counter with windows. She seems amused. Not mean or angry or threatening at all.




My half sister is there. I see her. She sees me. She is eating the top part of a dill pickle putting it in her mouth. I go to her and hug her. It feels good, like hugging a woman always feels.



I told her that, "I might be a loser now. I am not with Maria anymore. I left my apartment in seclusion."


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Dream, October 12, Monday, 2009


I was at Granville and Smithe, just outside the Orpheum theatre. I saw an old school mate, Cindy Sallie. She was a pretty blonde. In the dream, she was wearing a pink skirt. I wanted to give her a hug, but she refused. She did not see me for a long time and did not want to seem cheap.

Then I teleported to a small hill. There is a chain link fence on top. This is near a schoolyard. There are 4 people sitting there, on the grass, left to right, position 1, 2, 3, 4.




A girl sits a position 1. I go to sit between position 1 and position 2. I talk to the young girl. As soon as I did. There is a young East Indian guy at position 2. He, while sitting, knees me fast with his right knee. I see a blur.

Then I wrestle the guy on the grass. Ghost wrestling. Indian wrestling.


Interpretation: Lighting is everything. Also, SPOV,or spectator's point of view is everything. I mean why did I see the view from the hill up? Why not hill down, or from the left or from the right?



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Dream, Sunday November 15, 2009 10:15 am.

Warning: Very explicit sexual content.



I had left someplace and was standing in a room in a stairwell against the wall with the open doorway I had walked through to the right of me.





On the top of the stairs directly in front and slightly to the right of me is a naked lady and she is sucking my cock. A long, ghostly cock. She is licking the pink tip. I look closer at the face, the nose, the lips. It's Emma!

There is another girl to the right of us, she is, I sense, half Native. I am now fucking Emma, face to face, she on top, her legs wrapped around me. In typical lusty greed, I reach for the girl to the right of me, I touch her body, I rub my head against her naked body.

This half white half Native girl says, "I'm coming!" And the blonde Emma girl I am fucking says "I'm coming too!" I sense however, that I, can not come.

We disengage.




The blonde girl said, "Matt was always able to be hard, he was never a disappointment."





The other girl said, "Matty as well."


Interpretation: Dreams are as strange as hell and they often do not turn out the way you expect or like. But in order to understand, I have to look at these things as sheer archetypes.


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A NASA flight simulator in town.








A new Ford GT red car. The tire is POTENZA brand.


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