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Dream, Sunday, October 24, 2010
I was at a library. I jumped off a chair holding a book. The jump was hard and made a thud on the ground.
I looked at the book. There were pictures of golden dragon statues and temples.
There was one part which I discerned: "In the Herbert S Zim book about reptiles, this part was omitted." Then I saw a picture illustration in the book about reptiles.
Then more pictures of golden dragon statue heads and then pictures of outdoor doorways and hallways of stone temples.
Then I get another book and jump down hard on the floor again. My aunt who is a librarian was wearing a businesswoman's jacket of many colours, whispers to me, "Jump off the chair LIGHTLY!"
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Dream, Sunday, October 24, 2010
I was in Vancouver my old hometown, in a hallway with a bunch of people. I remember thinking, "I am in Vancouver now, finally again, and unlike other times, this time I am not going to go back to Dawson Creek." Then someone standing next to the elevetor said something Vancouver sarcastic which made me regret having returned to Vancouver.
Interpretation: I often dream about Vancouver. Must be that place has a certain hold on me.
Hold. Sometimes we dream of things that have a hold on us. And sometimes we dream of things that we ourselves have a hold on, whether we know it or not.
When I am in my dream state, it is as if I all of a sudden became the Millenium Falcon and my old hometown becomes the Death Star as there is this tractor beam that seems to pull my soul there, well, to be more accurate, a skytrain.
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Dream, Sunday, October 24, 2010
Barack Obama. It was a darkened old time Vaudeville theatre. Obama was on stage, young wearing a blue suit. He was once an actor.
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Dream, Monday, October 25, 2010
Walking down a hall. I see Tim, not actual name, who was a transvestite who lived in the same neighbourhood as I did in Thailand.
I smile at him, the expert smile, most importantly, confident and not at all afraid.
A poof with sandy blonde hair follows me walking behind me down the hall. I go into a doorway. A young woman is just leaving about to walk out of that doorway. The poof talks to her and I could tell that she could tell that he was a poof.
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