I am planning to shelve the Christmas Special soon, so might as well start with the next episode.
This next dream is sexual. The people, or rather anthropomorphic forms that appear in dreams sometimes get sexual. Why would ghosts get sexual?
More Dream. As the title implies, the following is more of my oneirological endeavours. The study of dreams is oneirology.*
*source: Thank you as ever, Wikipedia.
_______________________________________________________________________
SEX SPY
First, I will start off with the dream the last sentence was in reference to.
I was doing this chick, around my age. I was just about to go down on her when I heard a noise. I looked behind and I saw this guy dive behind a sofa. He was wearing a blue sweater with a dark blue band with a white line in the middle around his waist. I got the distinct impression that he was from the Italian mafia. Mafia boy.
He was spying on me. Us! That is, me and the ghost lady.
The figures who appear in my dreams, I often refer to as ghosts. Ghosts, people, either description is semi-accurate.
_______________________________________________________________________
SHOPPING MALL
In this dream, I saw a mother and daughter, the daughter was about my age, and she was Portuguese. I kissed her, then I went deeper and French kissed her.
________________________________________________________________________
A NEW LOOK
In this dream segment, I was walking through a shopping mall. I was an expert in the British accent, I was thinking to myself. I was wearing a light coloured beret, orange sunglasses, and a neutral coloured scarf. A new look.
________________________________________________________________________
4 PIECES OF LUGGAGE FROM PRINCE RUPERT
A couple of nights ago, I had a dream of a lady waiting at an airport counter for,
"4 pieces of luggage from Prince Rupert."
_______________________________________________________________________
ROBERT DENIRO
href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jQGT6ZzHrZg/RY0vLGyKEpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rw0n6m8ROIY/s1600-h/rob+d.+niro.bmp">
A memorable segment of an equally memorable much longer dream that I had when I was in Thailand. I was walking out of an expensive hotel. I looked behind me and saw that someone bad, I could sense that person's vibe, was coming down the stairs and chasing me.
Just then, Robert deNiro appeared and held this guy against a wall and gave him a knee to the stomach, Muay Thai style.
Interpretation: James Van Praagh once wrote that people often dream of Hollywood actors who serve as protectors.
___________________________________________________________________________
DREAM. DECEMBER 26, 2006
Last night, I had another good dream. I was at a house. That same old house in the country.
Later on in the dream, I was on a bed and while I was wearing clothes, she was wearing no top. I was rolling around with her. Someone else was there on the bed.
Was it a porno shoot and that guy is the director, or is that my spiritual protector?
A little while afterwards, I was in bed with her and I kissed her as I asked her telepathically,
"Since we had that time together, would it be allright if I spent the night with you?"
She accepted.
Interpretation: That third figure on the bed besides me and the woman was indeed my spiritual protector as the woman on the bed might have been a succubus, a female ghost that appears exclusively to males to specifically serve a sexual purpose.
--------------------------------------
RED VELVET PICTURES TURN INTO A FLOCK OF A THOUSAND BLACKBIRDS
CGI: And then I drew my attention to a series of framed artwork on the walls, 3D art, waves of undulating red velvet like red satin waves on a sea.
CGI: These waves then turned themselves into thousands of crows who were flying in a flock and I noticed, thank God that a window was open so they flew out of it as I ran out the door.
CGI: As I closed the door, hundred of those crows flew at me, but I saw little fat black slivers and I instantly understood that the crows shapeshifted and turned into baby crows. It was beautiful. Each of the crows was shining, puffy, healty, it was another example of the heaven vibration again. Absolutely beautiful. The baby crows were all magnificently healthy.
And then I drew my attention to a series of framed artwork on the walls, 3D art, waves of undulating red velvet like red satin waves on a sea. I was in a hotel room with two beds. Some other people were with me. These waves that were the framed pictures then turned themselves into thousands of crows who were flying in a flock and I noticed, thank God that a window was open so they flew out of it as I ran out the door. As I closed the door, hundred of those crows flew at me, but I saw little fat black slivers and I instantly understood that the crows shapeshifted and turned into baby crows. It was beautiful. Each of the crows was shining, puffy, healty, it was another example of the heaven vibration again. Absolutely beautiful. The baby crows were all magnificently healthy.
Interpretation: In this dream, was an example of an inanimate object on Earth taking on shapeshifting and otherwise animate qualities in the fifth dimension. As humans, animals, plants can teleport and shapeshift, also houses, and apparently paintings on walls can take on certain features, qualities, aspects, found only in the 5th Dimension, the dreamlife or afterlife. If that is so, then comparatively, this dimension would be a limited one versus that one. Here the pictures merely hang and exist on the wall in perpetuity with the still lifes which they depict. In the next dimension, they can shapeshift and turn into other things, in fact, anything can turn into anything else. Cool!
____________________________________________________________________________
MUSEUM ZOO
In this dream that I had awhile ago, I go into a train station like the Stanley Park miniature train station. When I go in, there is a desk. Then to the right, there is a circular amphitheatre sitting area, and then there is a hallway which is flanked with window displays of small animals, lizards, etc.
Here is the Hall of Herpetology, the lizard room of the zoo where it is a hallway of windowed animal displays for the visual enjoyment of visitors.
___________________________________________________________________________________
WHALE PEN
This is not a dream but is part of my imagination. I have had a few swimming pool dreams. Some with large crocodiles, I could see a black rectangle within a yellow rectangle and each of these rectangles was one of its scales. I had dreams where I went to swimming pools and could swim well.
But in no way do I want to suggest that this segment is one of my dreams. It is not.
However, continuing the last dream, I did dream of a whale pool similar to this, but it was an open air whale pool during the daylight times, and the pool was white.
Interpretation: The soul needs certain experiences, the eyes need to see certain images like the stomach needs food. These archetypal wishes of the soul are fulfilled in dreams. Carl Jung pointed this out. A man who has been lonely for a long time dreams of woman. A person who likes swimming who has not swam in a long time dreams of swimming. A person housebound for months dreams of travel. A cat living a exclusive domestic life dreams of hunting.
As part of this zoo, is a wall that has openings for windows which people can peer through to see the wondrous whale display.
Through the windows one can see a large room, the size of a hockey rink, with such phantasmic dreamlike proportions. It is a gargantuan cement room, largely unlit which houses a cement whale pool.
_________________________________________________________________________
FISHTANK
Later on in this dream, or maybe this is another dream altogether, I get permission and finally the technical ability to put together my dream fish tank in my bathroom bathtub. It is a large rectangular standing fishtank at least 5' 5", that is five foot five inches tall. It is a nice bubbling fish tank with lots of iridescent silver and other fish, goldfish and guppies.
When I am bored, I think of the dream world and sometimes I am there, recalling those places so strongly and remembering the vibes that I wonder if people around me could know this.
______________________________________________________________________
I went to a splendid Christmas party. I have given and received a lot of presents from the fine people of Dawson Creek.
I got invited to a New Year's Party!
_________________________________________________________________
The person who invented the term teleportation is Charles Fort who coined the term in the early 1900's.*
*Wikipedia
Coming Soon:
Fort St John, the illustrated edition.
On the next long weekend, perhaps it would not be a bad idea to check out Fort Nelson BC, which is not to be confused with Nelson BC. That town is bigger than Dawson Creek, but smaller than Fort St John.
I thought FN was a smaller town like Mackenzie, but while they show Fort Nelson on the weather report of Global's BCTV News, they do not show Dawson Creek, so Fort Nelson must be a larger town than Dawson'.
=======================================================================
There are three kinds of years, a year of when I first came to Dawson Creek, September 30 2005 to September 30 2006. New Year's Eve 2005 to New Year's Eve 2006, and my birthday month May 2006 to May 2007 which means I spent a full age in Dawson Creek. Tonight I will celebrate two out of the three kinds of anniversaries.
_____________________________________________________________________
A CONTEMPORARY SENTENCE SCHISM
There is a recent trend in language.
Instead of saying,
"I got an appointment this afternoon.",
the way people often talk these days is to use the word so as either an extraneous mid point of a sentence, instantly creating a run-on sentence, or using the word so as the last word of a sentence creating a subordinate clause error. Assholes.
"I got an appointment this afternoon, so I can't talk to you until the evening.",
or just,
"I got an appointment this afternoon, so..."
This "so" shit is really getting on my nerves and I can not wait until this little linguistic trend runs its course and works its way out of the system of society.
Dennis Miller pointed this out on The Dennis Miller Millenium Special when he aped the popular jargon of the decades. People in every decade talk a certain way.
In the twenties, it was "Let's go down to the speakeasy, I'll put on my zoot suit and we'll do the Charleston."
In the fifties, it was, "Hey cool daddy-o, lets go to the malt shop and then meet some beatniks and smoke some grass."
In the eighties, they talked a different way yet again. "Like, totally radical!"
"Where's the beef?"
In the 90's, it was emulation of Friends' Joey, "Can you be any weirder?" "How cute is that?" "Hey, howya doin'?"
Now, the popular talk is more gritty, "Hey you dumbass. I'll kick your ass, you retard. Fucking goof!" "I got an appointment at 4:20, so..." "Not on my watch." "Think outside the box." "Sucks to be you." "It's all good."
Every ten years, the popular language, popular sayings are a little different.
__________________________________________________________________
A NEW YEAR'S POEM
Whether or not your year last
Was good or bad, it is now past.
If you thought your year was dismal,
Or even totally abysmal,
The next year is sure to surprise
And that is a guarantee, not a surmise.
It is a long road that has no turning
Whatever it is your heart is yearning
The new year will bring some of it true
As it works its pattern on me and you.
The pattern of, as the end of each day draws nigh
The certainty that we each one die will die.
As we start another turn around the track
Just look forward and don't look back.
Dean Noble
____________________________________________________________________________
May Your Thoughts Be Noble,
Dean Noble
