In a car being chased by a Police car. Night. Weaving through other cars, then winding up in an alley turn right. Dead end, as in, a cement wall. Cops stop nearby. I surrender myself and my friend with me gives up too.
In a room full of Police Officers. Next to me a lady in a Police Uniform. I nod to her respectfully, she got the Uniform. I was in a very military state of mind.
Filling out application forms for the Police. "professions uncreepy" and sign here. I could not find that particular paper for myself.
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Dream, Monday December 6, 2010
In a darkened and crowded movie theatre. Everyone is kissing. Since this is First Night, we will have our First Kiss. I am with a English lady, slight with long straight but curly hair, her head looking like a bit of a pyramid. We are standing in the aisle. I put my arm around her to kiss her, but she says "Later," she leads me back to the chairs, she says she has to look for something. Typical woman, I thought and I also observed, annoyed, that everyone else was kissing except us. I wondered about a Native girl I met earlier in the dream with long hair and a ponytail, a slightly chubby but pretty lady with large breasts, I wondered if I shouldn't rather be with her.
Teleport. In a school gymnasium. I nod to one lady who is just a big head, nothing else, her right eye weird, compromised, but her left eye was big and OK. She has a slightly scary look.
I raise myself one inch off the ground and hover over to some other people on stage. Every once in awhile in my hover, I touch my toe to the ground for steadying and for reference. So I hover on over a few feet over to where some people are but to where this one lady, young, redhaired and with a grey t-shirt. She was kneeling down as if she was tying her shoelaces.
She said to me, "I hope that this doesn't affect your jewellry collection."
I say, "But I usually never wear any jewellry."
She said, "But everyone knows about your jewellry collection."
I said, "So you think I should wear my jewellry more often?"
The whole conversation is strange because in real life I am not any more into jewellry than the next man, less than average for me, I'd say.
Then someone said, "Walking like a Dawson man walks. Referring to my hovering.
Teleport. I am looking at a magazine cover of Bruce Lee. He and that Philippino guy from the Game of Death are there. Dan Inosanto has his back to the camera, but Bruce Lee is facing the camera, facing Inosanto wearing the yellow tracksuit with the black stripe. Also, Bruce Lee looks shockingly unrecognizably young, like 16 or 17 with that crisp immature undeveloped teenage look, but who else would it be, and in dreams, people you knew as old often appear very young.
Then pan to the left and there is two martial artists both in the air in the midst of doing a flying kick. One is flying over a man made pond like at Sun Yat Sen gardens and the other is flying over a path and this one is wearing a white long sleeve beer shirt with black sleeves, on the white part is writing, in Thai, coca cola; a Thai Coca Cola t-shirt. Coca Cola in Thai script written in red and something else on top of that also in Thai script but in a smaller font written in black.
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Dream voice, Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Dream voice: She's about to die. It's not her body that is going to lose her soul, it's her soul that is going to lose her body.
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Dream, Saturday December 11, 2010
I was at an East Indian assembly. All of a sudden the instructor told us to all turn our chairs around. I sat and then I noticed a friendly Native Lady who I knew. I sat next to her.
Still at an assembly, it was an East Indian assembly. I remembered placing my pot of finished seaweed soup under the seat of the front row of the theatre where I was sitting. A couple of young boys, kids, to my left also sitting in that theatre in the front row noticed me do that. I then remembered that I really did not care if I was in this at all or not and also remembered that I had to pick up a copy of Animal Farm 2 and also I remembered about my ten speed, just riding with a front flat tire, rim only and had to look for a bicycle tire inner tube that was 21 inches.
So I was leaving the auditorium and an East Indian lady said, "No, you can't leave right now!" She was wearing a red turtleneck sweater.
Dashing out, I heard her voice as she yelled after me, "You promised my kids that you would attend. If you don't attend, I will tell your instructors and this will affect your grades!"
I dashed out and left anyways, and she yelled after me, "You promised my kids that you would attend. If you don't attend, I will tell your instructors and this will affect your grades!"
I went to the Principal's Office to look for him. As I went into the Offices, I noticed a tall slightly heavyset man with a mustache in plain clothes escorting a criminal high school boy who was walking in front of him. I stepped to the side and let them pass and I made sure to look up and nod at who I understood was the liason Police Officer for the school. He looked at me, beaming nodding back for a moment but at the last second, typical Police Officer assumed his no-nonsense military serious look.
I then went to the outer Principal's Office. I saw the Principal, Norm DeLorme but he was an older, wormier version of my old highschool Principal who in all honesty, looks like Mr Weatherbee of Archie.
I then went to the inner Principal's Office and had to wait for someone else to finish talking with that Principal. Then I went in there and said to him, "An East Indian female instructor is really getting on my case. Her name is Mrs Kalbransingh She told me if I did not go to her assembly, she would tell my instructors and I would not pass. She did this to me a few times before!"
As I was walking out, I thought that I would, in time, explain to them that I really did not need a high school diploma as I was travelling to Thailand so I did not care whether or not I passed. I thought that a lot of expats in Thailand don't even have a high school diploma."
I stashed my bike earlier, so I rode my razor scooter down what I recognized as Renfrew Street Hill, heading North. I was humming the song San Lorenzo, Pat Metheny Group. On Broadway, I turned right. Still on my scooter, across the street, on the North Side of Broadway, some White kids all punky came out of an apartment. They were wearing black and white but all had dyed black hair, one of them, a teenage girl, I recognized as one of my previous girlfriends. She looked at me and I looked at her, but I thought that since she was with a group and this was a bad time, I did not talk to her, but I did nod to her and she nodded back.
Still going East along Broadway. At Broadway and Nanaimo, I know, in the dream Renfrew is West of Broadway, but in real life it is East of Broadway, but that's what I saw and recognized in the dream.
Right. On Broadway and Nanaimo, I get off my scooter and decide to walk up hill as it is steep. I would scooter again at the crest of the hill when it starts becoming downhill. As I was up the hill, I look behind me, that group of White teenagers is gone, they must have turned North up Nanaimo, but now there has appeared before me a group of Oriental teenagers, one of them is wearing red. Dream Over.
I did not make it up to the crest of the hill just ahead to scooter down the other side.
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Dream: From years ago
Exterior. Only in the dream, it was night time.
Interior of theatre. And they were showing a Chinese movie at the time and the theatre was full at the timee. I did not bother drawing the chairs let alone a crowded movie theatre full of Chinese people.
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Dream, Tuesday December 21, 2010 Afternoon
I was at a place. Assertive with some manager. "What?!" I say to him.
Then I am asked to leave. I think the place is a scam so I say out loud, "I know some phrases that Terry Edwards taught me and if I can remember and say them, it will fuck you up! I remember! You are just variables in an equation of regression to some square primitive world!" then I was escorted by the arm by a security guard. As I was leaving, I said, "You are just a conservative retreating into conformity!"
I saw my friend Marlo who said, "That is just one of the aspects of manic depression." as if he was advancing a psychiatric concept, referring to me, but not to put me down, but just making conversation.
I flew downtown. I was flying in the air like Superman. I was thinking, "Here I am flying again like I did before. I will show them what an expert I am as I am now flying away, escaping from them." I fly then turn left. I remember from a previous dream a few nights ago that, while my arms are outstretched level in front of me, both my hands clenched in fists, as I am flying like Superman, if I dip one arm down below the other, I will bank and turn, for eg if I dip my right arm below my left, I will bank and turn right.
I fly past and I see some people on a porch. They were people I saw earlier in the dream. There were two White ladies and a Philipino couple, a young Philipino man and a young Philipino woman who were married. The two young European ladies were seated, the Philippino man was standing and the Philippino lady was standing but she was standing on the elevated part of the porch. The Philippino woman who was standing on an elevated section which was the central part of the porch which emerged from the apartment on the porch, said, "There is that guy." referring to me.
Then I fly on and then I look down and see my friend from Thailand Maroon. He was young, and he had curly hair like an Afro that was a little bit shiny, some strands of curlicued hair reflected the light in tiny silver crescents atop of his head. I fly above him and then past him and I land on the ground. I say to him, "That manager was mean to me. He said to me, "Khun gumlung tum arai?!""
Maroon answered, "He was not mad at you. He was just asking you a question, "What are you doing?""
I fly on. Dream over.
Interpretation: Question: When I am in a dream, why am I the only one flying? I have never seen any other people flying.
Answer: Two possible answers. A dream is a very individual and private experience, even more than being in the womb because often a womb can hold twin, triplets, quadruplets, etc. A dream is an individual experience like having a pair of legs and arms all to yourself that you can move.
Other answer: In a lot of Third World countries, you can live in a lot of locales which are least travelled by tourists and if you run into a proper spell, you can be the only White man around and you can live in Third World small town after Third World small town for weeks, months on end before you see another White person. Like in a Third World, which is a pretty big place, where you can be the only White man and see not even one other White person for a long time, the Universe, ie the dreamworld is an even bigger place so in a dream you can be the only one you know, you see flying while at the same time, never seeing anyone else flying.
The Earth's gravity is too heavy. But on other planets with lighter gravity or if one day in the distant future, a machine is invented that lightens the gravity of the Earth, then people can levitate and fly for distances like people can float in a spaceship now above the Earth because it has a light gravity.
See, on a planet, if the gravity is too heavy, people can not fly very far or at all, if it is too light everyone, everything, floats out into outer space. A funky planet in which the artificial gravity is just perfectly balanced just so is one where people can float, levitate, fly, for long distances and land at will and fly at will. Landing is just a matter of clenching certain muscles or moving a certain way which has to do with structural engineering, the Bernoulli effect, aviation, flight science, some choreography based on that which will make a person land.
Maroon is younger than me, but in this dream, I am asking advice from him. In the dream world and in this world a person can ask advice from someone younger, duh, that's a no brainer!
The light that reflects the shine or the light of people's hair as ghosts, be it straight hair or curly hair, or Afro hair. What light?! It certainly isn't sunlight, like the physical sun of this dimension. It is what I call God Light.
Sigh, the Hari Krishnas are not the only one to subscribe to the idea of Godhead. Other religions do. In the dreamworld, one sees the God Light which is the light that hair of the people, ie ghosts that are seen around reflects. ie The dreamworld is closer to Godhead than this dimension.
That is why the Natives in the movie Black Robe said that "Dreams are more real than battles."
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Dream, December 23, 2010
I had a baggie of pot. I spread it out on a shelf with three girls in front of me. I then scooped up the wet pile of pot and put it in another baggie.
A drug raid. I escape but then I go back to get my bag of pot.
The Police are there interviewing the group that is there. They are looking for cocaine. Good thing they don't know about my baggie of pot, I thought. I sneak into the garage next to the room where the Police are interviewing people. I see the shirt and tie and suit Police Detective through the door at the top of some stairs in the garage, next to the shelf where my pot is.
As I reach for the pot, the Detective is right there next to me. I am arrested.
At the side of the house, a Police prisoner van. A Police Officer interviews a bunch of us.
At prison, we are lined up, us prisoners, someone next to me pulls out their pot supply and share it with me.
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Dream, Sunday, December 26, 2010
In an elevator. An Oriental lady next to me is holding a purse. I am holding a digital camera.
She says, "Nice digital camera."
"Nice purse." I say.
"Thank you for letting me touch your purse." I say.
She says, "Thank you for letting me look at your camera.
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Dream, Thursday December 30, 2010
I was at a place. There were a couple of piles of things on the table, like two waist moneybags. The person at the table said, these are the good drugs, marijuana and caffeine. And the bad drugs are all other drugs, alcohol, tobacco, cocaine, heroin, etc. I go into another room, there is upstairs, at a loft, a Philippino girl sleeping in a drawer.
I was walking out of a crowd of Natives gathered at an outdoor gathering. My idea was, to impress them, that I would be the one to sit cross legged and have my hands in a prayer position as I levitate out of there.
I saw a girl from high school at a table selling things. She said that she was "Extraordinarily horny."
I see a girl from this town, I worked with her at one time. Now, I see her at a restaurant where the White Spot restaurant would have been located, but it was a different town, with malacca grass overhangs, a tropical Singapore Sling, Chi Chi bar. I see her and she sees me, she is sitting on a barstool and says to me,
"Hi, sweetheart."
I say to her, "Hi, beautiful girl!"
I go into a room. I put my arms around a lady in the bed. Thai. Then her husband is there! When he realizes that I did not realize he was there, he did not get so mad.
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Dream, Friday December 31, 2010
At a tea meeting with a bunch of Chinese people. Older men. I drop a couple of toonies which fall under the white tablecloth covered table. I reach down to get them but there are other coins, older, more mysterious looking. The other men reach for their coins as I try to find my toonies. "This is my coin! Yours is there!" They say as they reach for their coins.
I look out of a venetian blind window. The blinds are fully closed. It is a cloudy day outside. Then I fly up into the cloudy sky.
Night. Storm. An Arab ship. I am one of the Arabs. Then the mast falls and hits me and I fall too, under the water. SPOV Spectator's Point of View: I am falling under the water. I look up and see the mast above me pressing me down so I can't swim back up. The water surface above darkens turning from blue to dark purple, then I look down and see that the sea bottom is near. Then everything black. A blackness like I have fallen asleep.
At a house, I am sitting at a table with a glass bowl filled with melted butter in front of me. I am eating shelled Alaskan King Crab legs. The bowl is full of ghee or the clarified butter as that is the best part of the butter, the churny stuff at the bottom is the grist. Ghee is an East Indian term.
Anyways, some people pass behind me, they are tourists on a tour of the house. They are delighted to see me eating Alaskan King Crab legs in melted butter.
Walking across the street from the South side of Blood Alley to the Glory Hotel.
"Well, here I am in *my hometown, again. I am certain that I made at least one other trip here in the last five years."
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