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Monday May 14, 2007.
Last night I dreamed that I was summoned to Court. There in Court were two Natives. To the right was a young dark haired Native man. To the left was an old Native with white hair and silver eyes! He looked kind of White, but he had reddish brown skin, and a kind of Native apple face. He telepathed something to me but I don't remember what it was. It was probably something to do with fighting someone I encountered earlier in the dream when I encountered a bully earlier and I was determined to fight him.
At one point I was sitting on a sports bench against a wall and there was another sports bench to my left and there was someone there who got up and flickered some money in my face and then went back and sat down again.
At one point, I remember typing and looking at a computer screen, a letter to the Police about the bully. At another point I was against some lockers and I remember putting up my dukes, ready to fight.
Seeing the Natives was the last part of the dream.
One day, I will figure out what all these strange dreams mean.
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Last night, I dreamed I was at the downtown Eastside kittykorner from the Carnegie. Someone was on a stage, Bob Sarti and others who were giving a speech. I decided to lie down on the floor to listen.
At a Buddhist temple, I was walking forwards and backwards my hands pressed together. I saw Supriti to my left. She had streaks of grey hair on black. "Do not come too close to the Buddha. Do not go too far away." Then I saw Roshi Koten. He was wearing black robes with a black cotton beehive headress.
The black had these little hollow golden parameciums all over. Magnificent.
In the next dream is a row of steplike wooden houses with large square black wooden squares in the center of each house. I heard a voice, "We have many different dialects here in Spain and will cater to tourists who speak as many of these dialects as we can." Next to the right, there is a wooden sign with the words in large capital letters knife carved in bas relief, Commante Command, Meet, Matten.
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Dream May 19th.
At a beach in Chiang Mai. There was a beach chair that said, "BOW, BOW, BLOW*". A crowd of young Thais.
Then teleport to a Bangkok corner. A bunch of youths. A fat young girl with a tikka dot on her forehead and a vertical silver diamond line running halfway down the top half of her nose. She kisses another female with a friendly style Eskimo type kiss, rubbing their noses together. Deep kwam Thai. She said, "Meungthai, ya leum na, kah." "Don't forget Thailand," then the female honorific kah.
Then a bunch of multicoloured garlands, and the YouTube video is over montage.
I have this dream despite my avowals that I will never visit Thailand ever again!
* The first BOW means bow and arrow; the curvature of the chair resembles a bow.
The second BOW means to bow down.
BLOW means beejay which is street language for an act done behind closed doors which most males go to Thailand to pay females for.
I was at the pub. A lady was at where the dishwasher was. I walk past her, behind her, then I put my arms around her waist. A friend asked me why I was doing that? I answered, "Because she is cute like a baby." She is wearing a light green, olive green, khaki green, thin wool V-neck sweater and a white t-shirt beneath. She has a fat hourglass body. Voluptuous.
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May 21, 2007
Dream: I had a bullwhip made of a thin cardboard from a cardboard box strip. The cardboard was bent in segments. I used it, and at one point grabbed the handle with both hands held above my head snapping it back and forth. The dreams reveal things and it would have never occured to me to hold the bullwhip handle with both hand held above my head which in retrospect, is the safest way to handle it.
Interpretation: Things in the 5th Dimension; the dreamworld are more than they are in this dimension. If a person of this dimension can perform feats of strength, do multiple somersaults in the air, teleport in the next dimension, then a piece of cardboard can take on the strength and the prehensile tensile tenacity of a bullwhip!
In the next part of a dream, there was an aquarium that resembled a four poster bed. Within each of the hollow pillars was another mini aquarium with miniature angelfish, little algae eaters, a little prawn, a couple of little green crabs, and a couple of miniature lionfish each of these with a bed of sand that forms the ground base of the mini aquariums.
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Dream
May 28, 2007
Later on, I was at a place and to the right, there was the corner edge of a brick wall. To the right of that was a ticket counter. I walked over there, a few feet away and a nightmarish fat face of Chairman Mao was there. The impression was that he had a very noticeably big sized head, bigger than usual. He asked, "What are you doing in my country?" I walked back to the right where I was before. A spiritual guide, or a whoever was there and said that I should go back because he will give me money, but watch out, he will take some back for himself.
Sure enough when I went back there, he first dispensed some coins on the counter, a loonie and a couple of toonies. Then he gave me a small plastic baggie with a smaller white paper envelope inside which contained bills. Asshole, sure enough, he placed the coins that he gave me in a cup that was on the desk. "What a jerk!", I thought at the time, after he put the coins back in the cup.
I walked away and I saw a customs agent, or railway porter guy who looked like the guy in the movie City of Ghosts who said, "Mr. Jimmy!" and then killed Robbie, the guy who he mistook to be Matt Dillon.
That guy said, "I want to look at your papers", which I produced.
He then said something really weird, he said, "There is a report that you are hurting Indian girls. My military will go to your room and search for evidence, and if there is, you will be charged $100."
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Warning: This next posting is from hell. It is very scary.
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Declassified
From: Dean Noble (redfeather_607@hotmail.com)
Sent: April 23, 2007 5:46:42 AM
To: steveblogs@gmail.com
Steve:
I have to tell somebody. Last night, I had a nightmare. Not good.
If I bring it into the light, then maybe it can dissipate.
Last night, I had a glimpse of hell. There were three figures. Two males in black and white, and finally a fat middle aged Asian lady, in colour. The dream disclosed that Hitler had an experiment. Anyone who moved their face cheeks would be punished. If the face cheeks atrophy, that would defer the appearance of aging. A Methusela formula. With immobile cheeks, they of course could not breathe with closed mouths, so they made sure that their mouths were slightly open.
Hopefully, there is dream shamans that could help me with this. Since I am the only master dream shaman that I know, for my knowledge of the dream world is advanced compared to the average person. Anyone I talk to, would be second best.
This dream is from Germany. Why would a dream from Germany come to a Canadian living in Canada?
Best of luck,
Daen, Dane, Dean Noble.
Interpretation: This is not so much an interpretation as much as it is an interesting note. The DVD Hannibal Rising was released on May 29th. I had this dream weeks ago. In the Hannibal movie, cheeks are specifically mentioned.
Like the hands, ears, and feet which are hemi-microcosms of the body, the cheeks are vital massage sites of reflexology and accupressure.
When you meditate, especially for 30 minutes at a time, your cheeks naturally atrophy.
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One day, I will splice my dreams together and develop what the Natives call The Big Mind.
Concentricity is only semi-relevant and semi-essesntial.
A thousand years is as a day, and a day is as a thousand years.
That is why adversities even if experienced for seemingly a long time, even if for years, is really at the end of the day, outside of the edge of time. All added together, if that adversity was assigned a colour would be a beautiful colour swatch in a fabric viewed in simultaneouty outside of time.
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DREAM: April 22, 2007. From A Trip to the Fort St John museum.
Most intriguingly, I saw Lynne in a dream last night. I entered a rooming house, which was what I recognized to be the Main Rooms next to the Fire Station between Powell and Alexandra.
I immediately turned left to a set of stairs that went up, turned right and then then led to a door.
I walked through the door, turned left to walk down a hallway, then turned left again to go through a long hallway.
A chest of drawers was in the middle of the hall, to the left. That is when I saw Lynne. She was wearing a grey beret and a light purple sweater. I asked her.
"I am thinking of moving in here. What does you room look like? I would like to see as an example."
CGI: "I am busy right now, I am on my way to something."
"I am busy right now, I am on my way to something."
"Could I see it? Well I already seen it, Lynne."
She groaned. She did bring me to her room, but I do not remember that part of the dream.
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ALICIA ASQUITH
June 1, 2007
On Friday, June 1 2007, I met Alicia Asquith, a reporter for CJDC News here in Dawson Creek. She is shorter and more compact than she is on television. She is more beautiful in person! She is a hottie!
She told me that she worked behind the scenes at Global News in Vancouver. That was when I asked her if she met Randene Neill. She told me that she did, and thought that Randene Neill is sweet. I agree.
She said that a small town is where an aspiring anchor needed to go to get experience before appearing as an anchor.
photographs: Alicia Asquith in a Princess Leia look. June 8, 2007 broadcast.
photograph: June 11, 2007. CJDC broadcast. Lindsay Warner, looking as good as ever!
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NOTES
There are lines. The Thais call lines sen. There are blood lines and there are personality lines or spirit lines. Families are from the same blood line but friends are from personality and spirit lines. Often family memebers will never see eye to eye. In spite of them being related, they can never relate to one another!
There is materialism and there is perfectionism. Materialism is external. Perfectionism is esoteric. The Chinese are into materialism. And the Natives are into perfectionism which is a pitfall of Shamanism. Got to be like this, got to be like that. Got to have this, got to have that.
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Dream: June 6.
CGI: Indiana Jones, on the right, telepaths to the person on the left, "The soldiers are closing in. Here's the whip. Keep it hidden until you need to use it."
There was two people. On the right was Indiana Jones. The German forces were closing in on the city, just like the British forces were closing in on The Pit and the Pendulum. Indiana Jones gave the other guy a whip to hide as a weapon, actually, he gave me the whip as a weapon to hide. On the right of that was a woman sitting on a gun chair. She said something about "...him coming in for a wedding."
In the ground, in the far right, was a doorway which frontispieced a wall. Soldiers marching, enter stage right, exit stage left. They, and this is the gempiece of the dream, said something about, and I caught it, Abner Ravenwood. Now this is a name I did not think of for literally years.
Interpretation: This may be the most important name in Raiders of the Lost Ark and Abner Ravenwood may have been the actual name of one of George Lucas' mentors.
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Dream: June 29 2007:
I was at a house talking about the Tao. I looked out the window across the street to see a neighbourhood house. A Chinese guy appeared sitting cross legged on the floor.
I was at Hastings and Main Flying to Hastings and Victoria, which is a about two blocks East of Hastings and Commercial in Vancouver. I know what street I am talking about. I flew up there in a razor scooter that could fly. When I got there, I saw someone from Vancouver, but this person I did not really trust, so at the bus stop across the street from the Chinese restaurant/ garage mechanic minimall, at Hastings and Victoria, I had a walker, the kind old people use. I flew sideways up and down, when I was down, I was at street level looking up at the traffic lights, then up and down. I went to a school and inside, I wanted to show them I could fly. I saw my old high school teacher with a group of students. I flew past him close enough to touch the top of his head. Then up and a cat was on the floor. It jumped up at me repeatedly. I flew out of the school and outdoors and the cat was following me down on the floor as ever. It jumped up at me twice. I flew past and down behind a building. I looked over and the cat was still there, following me. I flew over to a garden patch and the cat came to me. When I put my arms around her, she changed into a guinea pig.
Interpretation: This cat that followed me so intensely, I knew before. A cat, a spirit cat, would not follow someone so closely even a spirit person, ie astral-projected-me-in-a-dream. I think it was one of the cats that was living at a hotel I lived in years ago.
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Yours, Dean Noble
