I was at some place. Down a hall, a door to the left. In it was a vast room. A ramp to the right going up. In the middle of the ramp to the right was a hallway. At the top of the ramp also a hallway leading away from it.
At the top of the ramp and old woman appears.She has white hair but a red sweater. She has nice breasts. I think she is sexy. I wonder where she is.
Then I turn around and see her heading down the hall with another old woman. I chase them.
At the end of the hall, they go into a room and turn left and as I think to follow them, I see my friend Helen. She has all brown hair, glasses and a funky beehive hairstyle, something like that. I decide to follow Helen, not actual name also as to disguise that I am into that old woman. I follow Helen and tell her about the old woman. Helen says, "Get to it and follow her then!"
Teleport. I am walking down an unpaved alley . Then to my right is a building with an underground garage opening. Someone says, "The King of China!" I sense that he is going to show up but I maybe didn't want to see someone that intense. I hide under some blankets at the back right corner of the underground garage. But I decide not to hide.
Teleport. I am at a house on Hastings St. It is the Chinese Benevolent Society house on Hastings and Dunlevy. They announce that the King of China is in the house and will soon emerge. I line up anxiously to the side with a bunch of others.
There is a martial arts demonstration with a line up of young men wearing black Chinese tunics swinging butterfly swords.
On two occasions, I see an old Chinese man, white hair, but with the facial features I recognize, "Jackson!" I call out. He is the John Lithgow looking kung fu teacher I once had. Harry and the Hendersons = Jackson, actual name, no last name given.
A short old European woman is handing out donuts as a snack. I go to her to get a donut and she said, "They said that you don't fit the guest criteria." But I stood and waited.
Transform. The place transforms into an auditorium. People sit in seats waiting. I see some regal looking Chinese men wearing those black 'wing' hats and also long long tunic robes that go to their ankles and on the robes were emblazoned yellow orbs or circles. They sat back in their chairs in the darkened auditorium waiting for the King to appear. The King appears stands at where he is at sitting near the end of the table, and points to a picture projected on a wall and reads, "Stephen Foster. You are skilled at computers and your good looks are legendary. Here is an award. You might consider joining us."
I run out with a bunch of people as the ceremony is over. Down the stairs. An elevator does not seem to work.
I give a Bruce Lee style kick to one of the elevator buttons. It works.
At the bottom a stairwell, a door that seems to be locked.
Teleport. I am running from the black riders of Lord of the Rings. Me and a couple of other people. At a kitchen a chef tells us, "Go this way!"
So we go into one room then another through door until we reach this room where two Chinese cooks are working on some machines.
They tell us to go through the garage door looking door. We go through.
There is yet another smaller room but also with another garage door looking door. We go through.
In the alley a couple of other Chinese guys run into the alley, they are wearing white t shirts and are surrounded by a blue halo. They disappear as the black riders on horses come through. Me and the two other friends hide behind a car.
The black riders ride past us and seem not to notice us and then they stop.
At a roof next to them another black rider flies in on his horse and the other two riders fly up their with their horses. It seems they are waiting for us. But that is when the dream ended.
Interpretation: How could I see those Chinese robes so clearly distinctly? Like why do I happen to be Chinese in this lifetime? Come to think of it, sometime in the dream someone said to me, "You're Chinese." Because this is not the first lifetime that I have been Chinese. Not by a fucking long shot.
The riders. ie I am middle aged. The riders is a symbol that one day death will come, I mean I am a lot closer to my eventual inevitable death, presumably, as a middle aged man than I ever was when I was say, a teenager or someone in their 20s.
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Dream: Saturday November 13, 2010
Outside of Police station of this town. A Police Officer says to me, "Don't complain if you are going to work. Don't bitch."
I was at a basement. It was very flooded. Someone in the bottom of the flooded basement as the floor was littered full of pop cans, he did something curious. He picked up the pop cans, did something so that there was air in it, either he shook it, inverted it, or whatever, after that he just pitched or threw the cans straight up in the water where they quickly floated to the surface, one can after another like that. As if he was a waterbottom farmer harvesting pop cans.
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Dream, Monday, November 15, 2010
Sitting on the steps with a Native man, talking. He was wearing a white plaid hunting jacket.
Later on in the day:
Sweet dream: I was thinking of the vertical stripes of the hockey Jersey red and white and then my mind flashed back to how I was a child in the early 70s, hockey jersey stripes and then this Abba song, Chiquitita:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4QqMKe3rwY
then I was weeping uncontrollably, but weeping with great happiness, nostalgia and joy. It was a sweet moment.
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Dream, Thursday, November 18, 2010
Previously, I this was to be classified or not written about at all because I am not queer: I was at an L shaped wall about waist height outside in the fields. I was taking a leak. Some guy comes up in front of me, hugs me and then rubs my ass with his hands. He then gives my ****** a stroke. I said angrily, "Why did you do that?!"
He said, "It's called affection."
I was at a Western Buddhist temple with Western Priests. I was sitting outside and waiting. I was waiting at the front yard sitting under a roofed pavilion, a tiny round pavilion with a triangular roof.
I looked next door, at the Thai temple next door. A brown Thai man was standing at the temple looking at me.
Later, I am with a friend sitting at ann outdoor alley street cafe with a railing.
A little girl about 5 years old comes up the path. I immediately recognize her as Nuu******. Nuu is an honorific which means 'mouse' used for little children. Nuu****** was one of my neighbours when I lived in Thailand.
I said hi to her and brushed her cheek. I brushed her cheek again with my fingers. Nuu ****** said something in Thai. There happened to be a young Thai lady right there next to me. I asked her what Nuu ****** said. The Thai lady translated, saying, "She said, "He called my name and touched my cheek. He always calls my name and touches my cheek.""
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Dream, Saturday, November 20, 2010
I was outside. There was a small house next to railroad tracks.
There is someone else in the house who telepaths to me that there is a tornado coming.
I run to the railroad tracks and check and indeed there is a tornado coming.
I run into the house and hide under the rafters under the stilted house.
I see the tornado, pass the house, I merely see a change of colour.
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Dream: Sunday, Novemeber 21, 2010
I was with my Christian cousin *******. We were at a meeting. He had to go somewhere else.
Later, at a party, there is a bunch of Chinese people in the room. A famous Chinese News reporter Cindy Lee, not real name, is there.
There is a man behind her. That is her husband. He is behind her, licking her neck and shaking his head from side to side fast, playfully, like a playful little dog.
Then I see him sitting at the table, and he has three eyes. I heard someone say, "Sapphy Lee is married to the man with three eyes."
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Dream,Friday, November 26, 2010
No illustrations.
In some room, an office. I say to the man sitting at the desk, "I know this is somewhere in the United States near Mexico. I am from Canada, not Vancouver, but farther up North, colder, snowier, ********** (name of my town not given)."
I was at a outdoor luncheon, a waiter with a tray of vegetables to my right. I scoop some vegetables onto my plate. I see a guy I recognized from earlier on in the dream. I say to him, "You were on Saturday Night Live last night."
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Dream, Saturday, Novemeber 27
Running across a field. I just ran out of a house. Now I am flying over the fields. A man is chasing me. I fly higher as the field turns into a series of hills but the man is still chasing me, firing a gun at me. At one point, he pointed the barrel right at me and said "Look at this!" As I saw the perfect round shape of the barrel and the round shape of the barrel hole. I flew up more hills, he was still running fast as a ghost can run and chasing me.
I then ran into some woods, a trail a stream. I look behind me. The man is still chasing me. Then some Natives riding on horses appear behind him. One of them, the leader, amongst others also, is holding a rope tied to a rock and swirling it around over their head like a lasso. They then throw it at the man chasing me, throwing it around his neck and bring him down.
Teleport to a room. A man lying on a bed. I am attending at his left side. I then intuit this was the man chasing me so I stab him vigorously with a ballpoint pen I just happened to be holding. I stab his face, one little round stab mark on the bridge of his nose between his eyes. That guy then transforms into actor Tim Roth. He wakes up. The stab mark is still there.
I say, "Sorry, sorry, sorry," As I am kissing his feet as he is now sitting. He is wearing those fancy dress shoes. I kiss the toes of his feet as he is wearing the dress shoes. I look up. That person who was Tim Roth whose feet I was kissing in apology has now transformed into a Native woman. I massage her hands but her hands had a weird clammy shape.
Then I see what is supposed to be the beginning of the "videotape program" that was the dream I just had what I am describing to you now on a television. A Native man wearing a white cowboy shirt with those cowboy rodeo embroidery designs was riding down Times Square in New York on a horse and, he was also twirling a rope tied to a rock over his head like a lasso.
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Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Dream voice: "Just because we work for the government you probably think that we are Communists, but remember this was not always a Left Wing government. This was once a Right Wing government."
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Dream, Thursday, December 2, 2010
I was in a hall. I taught people around me the word tardive diskinesia. "Say tard, then ivv, then dis, then say kinesia." The old men sitting around me at the hall were delighted to be taught that word.
I was going to leave but I had to say goodbye to the three girls Stacey, Tracey and Lisa before I left. The three girls were sitting with their backs to the wall, a West facing wall with a window. I went out into the street. Hastings and Dunlevy Streets. I flew expertly to the West on Hastings.
Later, I was on Main and Hastings. I had a pot pipe that looked exactly like a shot gun. I tried to get a toke from it when I saw the sight barrel glowing orange in one spot, I thought that was the pot within being lit. But I decided to put the realistic gun looking pot pipe into my knapsack in case the Police showed up and thought it was a real gun, I was thinking. I was going to cross the street going East across Main, thinking, if this pack is too heavy, I won't be able to fly. This pack will weigh me down. But with a crowded throng of people, I crossed the street as I saw one bus across the street outside the Royal Bank and one bus on my side of the street, to my left just about to cross the street.
Note: I do not give the name of the city unless it is specifically spoken or telepathed in the dream. I will be really spare and minimalist in naming the city. If you don't know what city the streets Hastings, Dunlevy, etc are in, that's not my problem. That's not important.
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