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




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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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 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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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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New Sushi Restaurant in Dawson Creek BC

New Tokyo Restaurant Dawson Creek, BC
phone: 250-782-4900













A NASA flight simulator in town.








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


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My Baby/ Dream Image: LAST

This is Ginger, my female Abyssinian guinea pig which I got in September 2006.

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Tattoo Designs






These are some designs that I got in Southeast Asia.

These tattoos are prayers and each of these tattoo designs is a specific prayer. If someone who wishes for love inadvertently gets a tattoo that is a prayer for wealth, then wealth is what he will get. So unless a person understands what specific prayer is behind each tattoo, it is better not to get one. Some is a talisman against ghosts, others is to revenge and vanquish their enemies, in my case, such wishes are irrelevant and I don't want a tattoo like that!

Like chains around a winter tire, the grid design of the tattoos is a protective netting or shield against adversity around a person.



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Dream Friday September 18 2009

I visit my female cousin my age, J, and her mother. A cat falls off the table. I grab the cat and catch it. Did you see me catch the cat, J? She said, No. I thought, I had a deja vu of this dream event before!




Her mother walks into the room. She was quiet, sullen and now I reflect that it is because I have not visited nor called them for a lot of years. I said that I only came to say hi. The mother is sitting at the living room couch, her back to me. I was wondering about scrounging some food, as usual, but now decided against it. It it early evening now. I am visiting today after visiting all week but in the previous visits, I would arrive there in the early afternoon rather than late afternoon.

I look over and in my mind's eye, in the dream, see a large map looking over to the East, Maritime Provinces, Atlantic Ocean, England. The map is not North to South up and down, it is East up and West down. A peculiar dark blue border of the map which accented the light blue of the oceans.

"I am going to visit England." I announce. J then says to her mother, "He says that he is going to visit England."



I leave the house and walk back in. Walking in, clomping my shoes and then I stop and stand erect, now looking at a tapestry on the wall, it has a Baffin Island Shape, it is old brown threads on a sea of burgundy red. I said, "I am dignified enough to handle Europe."

Then to the right of me standing besides me, my Native spiritual protector, but for some benign yet mischievous reason, I had to wrestle and fight to the ground.

I emerge standing. Looking around.

Dream over.


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Dream Voice:


I eat so little beef. I put it into a bullet and fire it out of a gun.


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Friday, September 25, Dream.



I was making out with a real nice black girl. Then her boyfriend comes into the room and sits in front of her, but beside us. She reaches for his cock. I sense that she wants him more than me.

Then teleport upstairs.





She is on top of the stairs landing with railing. I said, "Why don't you kick me out if you don't want me to be here!" She said, "I want to kick you out. Why aren't you leaving?"
"That's what I said!" I said.



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Dream: Wednesday, September 30, 2009


I was at a swimming pool.




I pass some people in a hottub, a guy sitting alone to himself and a couple, all of them Oriental.





As I pass the hot tub, I see, with a slight bit of shock as it might be against regulations, that the young Oriental woman had no top at all, her breasts were small round, perky, perfect as usual as per in the ghost world. She looked around 19 years old. There was a shine square reflected off her breasts. I did some somersaults in the air off the end of the pool, near the hot tub.







Then I teleported to a pier and I was doing somersaults off of a point in the pier.



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Christ Church, Pouce Coupe BC

Christ Church, Pouce Coupe BC

This lovely Church may close if drastic measures are not taken to increase membership, etc.

July 2009

Ravens

Raven Radio from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

As I was drawing pictures of the next chapter of Animal Farm, the part with Moses the Raven, there were two ravens on the radio tower just outside my room.
I snapped a photo of them.

It is a sign. That maybe they know that I could draw ravens well. And that my raven cartoon is eing broadcasted.


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Snapped on Saturday, July 4, 2009.


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Dream, Friday July 10, 2009 early morning, around 4 am.



I am walking through a neighbourhood. MacLean Park in Vancouver.


I get my things and I discuss to myself the merits of a paperback book I have just acquired.





I go into a room. My grandmother is there. There is another person sitting to the left of her.






She has a multicolour, two colours, red and blue watercolour mountains framed painting* on her lap, extremely Chinese. She massages my arm and as she does it, it is almost as if she were pointing out to me that when I practice reflexology or massage, not to merely, dully, prosaically press down.







She moved my arm as if she were guiding me, a quick soft subtle move down and then up, like a Tai Chi move and then she pulled my arm gently outward to the side, in slight jerks as if trying to guide me along preset chi lines in motion. A loving Chinese grandmother. She said it was very busy and that people were sitting across the street from her veranda, she said, inviting her to go out.


*A couple of years ago, I had a dream, my adoptive** father visited me in a room which I drew a picture of in "The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar" where the East Indian father is with his son. In the dream he is sitting at the bed at the side, I am sitting at the foot of the bed, closest to the mirror and dresser. He is wearing a white shortsleeve t shirt. A t- shirt that is whiter and cleaner than any white tshirt in this dimension. He looks 25 years old in the dream. He shows a bunch of Chinese water colour characters, written in black ink, on a piece of exquisite, dream world exquisite white silk.
The light in the room is dim, no electric light in the room, the only light being the natural sunlight resembling dream light, true light, shining through the window illuminating the room.
I mean, what's with the watercolours? My father and then now my grandmother?


I then go to another room. I show people a bloodclot on my leg. I feel a dense clump of arteries just under the skin of my leg.





Then I show a network of veins, the blood flowing lethargically. My two female relatives not female relatives in this life, astral female relatives, point me out to a doctor who happens to be in the room. I show him the network of clumps. He gets on the phone next to the wall, on the left of an open doorway, just right of the foot of a bed.





He calls and says, "He has got a heart attack. This is serious." I lie down on the ground.





I reach up on the bed for the paperback novel I had earlier, a small grey paperback novel. I then am conscious of lying on my right side and thinking "If I really had a heart attack, I got to get out of here. I am lying on my side." At that point, I was conscious of my back, and thought, "The will probably try to get to my heart and lungs through the back side, cutting through the back ribs. I got to get out of here."

I was conscious of lying on my right side in the dream. When I woke up, I was lying on my right side! I heard the squeak of my guinea pigs. They woke me up this morning. I wonder if they hadn't and in the midst of the strange synchronicity of being conscious of lying on my right side in the dream world and being conscious of me lying on my right side in this waking world, if I would have had another out of body experience, with the predictable assumed corollaries of the sleep paralysis and the primal scream upon awakening.


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Tibetan School on Keefer








I once had a dream about a Tibetan style school on the North side of Keefer Street between Gore and Jackson, closer to Jackson Ave, in Vancouver. Across the Street, the Jackson projects, a series of apartment buildings built in the late 50s, are there as much as ever.



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This Happens To Me Often







I got a new video game. The Simpsons on Sony PSP. The first time I played it, I got this time. Now this mystical number occurs for me often.

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