The Titanic

Dream, Thursday October 20th, 2011




On the Titanic. At 9:30, just as I thought, the ship lists forward.
"Just like in history.



Good thing I knew," I thought as I run down to my cabin,




the drawers are open. I get my things




and run out to the outside of the ship. There is already a line up of people. I walk around the outside of the ship.
There is a hole with a door. The door is to be pushed to the side. A guy beside me, a man in his 40s, helps me open that door.






I walk up to the life boat. There is a row of windows.






In the lifeboat there is a grey coloured bench along the back wall. To the right is a table with levers, controls.




I decide to sit against the front window on the floor, closest to the controls. There is a line up of people coming in to the lifeboat also sitting on the floor against the wall where the front windows are, I sit next to them.






The lifeboat drops out from the bottom of the ship. The big Titanic ship is still floating but the people within are still trying to figure out what is going on.


___________________________________________________________________________


Dream, Thursday October 27, 2011

A missile takes off to the left, then stops in midair, changes direction and flies to the right, taking off.
I say, "That missile has smart bomb technology."
Someone next to me says, "That missile has stealth bomb technology."
I say, "It would be bad if all the missiles in the Pentagon went off all at once. There is enough nuclear missiles to destroy the World three times over."
I say, "Maybe this is the generation that the Pentagon will be closed down."
A woman walks into the room and says, "During this time in history, the Pentagon is referred to as 'The Occupier'."

Driving down the road in a station wagon. My two siblings are there, sitting behind me and to my left. I am sitting at the right, against the door.



I see at least two military planes in camouflage painting. One is upside down and has PLAYBOY written on the side. The other is a bigger one, a transport plane or else a B-52 bomber.
Feeling emboldened, I thought, looking at the planes, "This reminds me of Apocalypse Now."


____________________________________________________________________________

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Night. City sidewalk. A female cops walks beside me, she is to my right. Her left hand reaches into my left pants pocket. She pulls out a joint.

She holds up the joint holding up only her left arm. "I found it!" she said.

A male cop said, "Possession of a joint can get you seven months in prison."


________________________________________________________________________________

Dream, Saturday November 5, 2011

A field trip. Although I arrived on a plane, I leave in a car. At the same time a plane takes off near the car. "It will take forever for the car to get there."




My things in a black backpack in an airplane. They are connected to me via two ropes. Although the plane is travelling, I am still connected to my things.

I enter a restaurant. There is a series of booths. I go to a booth at the far right.

______________________________________________________________________________


Saturday, November 5, 2011





At a Buddhist temple. A drawer containing the ashes of the cremated on top of some stairs. The Buddhist Priest says, "The crematorium for those enlightened is here upstairs. The crematorium for the unenlightened is downstairs." The Priest is standing there with his young acolyte.

____________________________________________________________________________


Dream, Monday, November 14, 2011

At Broadway Skytrain Station. I could swing up and down like Spiderman. I fall to the ground and before hitting the ground, I go back up suddenly.




An East Indian with a purple turban wearing a spiderman uniform. His head seeming a size too big for the small body attached to it.

_____________________________________________________________________________

Monday, November 14, 2011

Kitty corner, that is diagonally across the street, if I was standing at the Southwest corner, the person I see is on the Northeast corner, on the road that runs North to South, he is about 25 yards up from the corner on the East side of the street. He is squatting with his back facing the street. He is squatting near the fence of a house.

I walk to him and he has an open ziploc baggie with buds of marijuana in it. "I sell good drugs." he says.

_______________________________________________________________________________



Wednesday, November 16, 2011

On a bus. The bus entering another small town on the highway. I am on my travels again. The bus enters into a mall parking lot and then into the interior of a shopping mall. It pulls up next to a shop.
I get out of the bus and spin and dance around, "Martial arts is all about circles."





I walk out of the mall holding open the door with my hand. There are two cops waiting outside the door. "I did not do anything wrong." I say, and then I walk out into the mall parking lot.

_________________________________________________________________________________


Friday, November 18, 2011




At an airport corridor, the boarding gates to the airplanes. A row of windows to the right. I am lining up parallel to the windows with a whole line up of people.
There is another line up slightly to the left, people are queueing up in the other direction, ie facing towards me and the lineup I am in.
I recognize someone a Japanese guy I once knew and also my friend Chinsen. They were travelling together about to board a plane. The Japanese guy is standing to the far left. Chinsen is standing to the right.
They see me and the Japanese guy says, "Psychopathic freak!" to me, and then Chinsen repeats, "Psychopathic freak!"
I felt that the people in the lineup with me were sympathetic to me and would support me if the Japanese guy and Chinsen attacked me and it seemed that the JG and CS knew that too.



I look in that direction again a moment later. The lineups are gone. People have boarded the plane. There is a sliding aluminum door that slides down a partition in the hallway which separated the two queues.



Interpretation: This is loaded. Recently, I have been considering suicide. I thought that all my years of art has led to no money and I have not found love so I reasoned that it is better not to live at all than to live as a failure. Living as a loser is not something that I am interested in and I would not even want to try. etc etc
And during these thoughts, I looked at YouTube videos about the Japanese suicide forest.
The cops appeared in my dream two days ago. On Monday morning, I punched myself in the temple hard, some kind of parasuicidal act. Then on Tuesday, was when the cops appeared as I was walking out of that mall.

And today, almost as a response to my looking at the Japanese forest video, the old Japanese friend showed up in my dream.
And Chinsen. One time, his father walked in on him as he had a belt around his neck about to hang himself.

They appeared to me as if to say Don't Commit Suicide. "Psychopathic freak!" is something typically jocular that they would say, I mean what else would they say?
They might also be slightly upset that I haven't called them all these years and I think that they may be in their 40s and still living with their parents while I have not lived with my parents for over 20 years. Someone who has not lived with their parents for 20 years would strike someone who is 40 and still living with their parents as a "Psychopathic freak!"

Ghosts talk that way. They have a curious terse diction. From the cop in the long black felt trenchcoat blocking my path as I was about to leave a restaurant saying to me, "You are very artful in your creations."
Or else the other ghost saying, "Don't load the gun with the muzzle pointing to the floor unless you do it masterfully."

The Japanese guy appeared as he did when I knew him, young, a teenager. He probably has grey hairs now.
Him and ChinSen are friends in real life and would travel together if the opportunity presented itself.

____________________________________________________________________________

September 2011

Dream, Wednesday September 7, 2011

I saw a few people, an old Japanese lady.

Then I go into my bedroom. There is a TV in the corner. I go to the Japanese old lady in the corner. Grey hair, short hair, bowl cut like a mushroom hair cut. A short lady. I put my arms on either side of her then I hug her from behind then I kiss her. Then she kisses me. Tongue kisses. I fully extend my tongue and put it in her mouth. She says, "It's so big!" referring to my tongue.
I said to her, "Your mouth is so small!"

Then I go to visit my parents. I see the light of the kitchen only, otherwise it is all night, a starry sky, not a pitch black night sky.
I head North, seeing the South part of their house. They are in the yard. My adoptive father appears to be 35 years old. Young, lean, wiry, black hair.
My stepmother is young too and she is wearing a string blouse and she leans forward slightly and I could see her round breasts, the top part of them revealed above her blouse, one of the breasts casting a slight round shadow over the other.

As I said before, if you make up your mind in one way or another about specific personalities in your life when you dream about them, this resolution will carry through. I thought of how I did not want to see my parents.

I said to them, "Dew nay!* I don't want to see you anymore!" And then I went North, to the park, above the grassy field of the park, but with my parents in the near distance still seen. I did not want the last words to them before I saw them for the last time before eternity to be negative, so I quickly added, "I love you!"

Then I went up Rupert Street, going West.

I teleported to a store in Chinatown and saw that old Japanese lady again. I was floating in the air. As I passed her, I tapped her on the top of the head playfully, wondering if she remembered me. She looked disapprovingly at me. I thought, "Oh fuck, it's going to be like this, is it? Oh well!" And I went away from her.

Going to Main Street between Pender and Hastings, still floating. I could see the electric tram wires. One small sign going from one way to another along the tram wires. A square piece of wood connected at two points to the top to the tram wires going back and forth a long distance along the tram wires.

I floated down Cordova Street. I saw the older Chinese man who was the cop in the television series Intelligence. He was wearing a black and white checkered suit. And going from left to right, your left to right.

____________________________________________________________________________




__________________________________________________________________________

Sunday, September 25, 2011



"I saw you in the streets and now you are in my house?" They nod. A pair of Spanish guys.

I was in Thailand. A flat roof. Outdoor pavilion. Four pillars, one at each corner. I am sitting on a seat near the end of three picnic tables laid in one long column. People sitting on either side. "So, I am here again. I have to now act as if I am here."






I look out the window with a girl, girlfriend, wife. It is a basement window. There is grass on the ground. Hailstones are falling. "It is hailing, it will hail faster and bigger hail stones are going to fall."

____________________________________________________________________

Monday, September 26, 2011 afternoon





At a Chinese place. A young Chinese guy said that he heard that I had good Chinese handwriting. I said to him in Chinese, "Nay mun ngor gum dor joe meh? Nay gun boon deem guy mun ngor nee dee yeh? Nay gow ging hie mmm hie fong mun ngor?"
Translated, "Why are you asking me this? Why are you really asking me this? Are you actually interviewing me?"






As I said this, two older Chinese women in their late 40s enter the room from a big doorway to the side of the hallway.




I run outdoors. Thin walkway between two houses. A chinese lady in a bikini with a couple of Chinese guys. She was lying on a long flat lawn chair. Film shoot.

I run into the alley. I see a bunch of Thai tanks coming towards me in formation. An official military man approaches me. He tells me that it is a Royal procession. I avert my eyes downwards. Then I am made to line up in a formation, facing away from the alleyway, shoulder to shoulder, I am at the very end, a line of people all line up shoulder to shoulder to my right. It is a drill, "Lazybones, you got to move! Lift up that leg!

I fly up and down a street. At one point I fly faster but am unable to keep it up. Then I try again and do fly faster than I usually do but am unable to keep it up.
I fly past some people. Then I turn to the right.
A note. I think this signifies that since I have taken to chewing coca leaf, I can move faster than I usually do. But not being able to keep it up means that coca leaf can only make you move so fast; it can only do some things for you but not others.
I remember Chow Yun Fat saying in BulletProof that the air can become like land and you can walk and fly on it if you know how. At the time, in the dream, I thought,
"Oh, yeah! That's natural! I am doing it right now!"

I fly down a road and then on a street corner, there were four people. Young people in hoodies. I fly back and the four people are no longer there at the corner.

I fly down a road and there is a black man at the end of the road, I quoted him a line from Trading Places, what that guy said in the jailcell, "Man, what is you, ignorant?!"
I flew into a muddy alley. A few garages.




At one garage to my right, I drop some bread. I yell to the Black man back over there a few streets away, "This bread is Harvey Browns." thinking that it was a significant and portentous statement.



I walk on, I throw some bread to my left to any seagulls and I do indeed see one seagull swooping down. Understand that this is not an actual seagull but a seagull ghost for, as you know, anything and anyone you see in a dream is a ghost. A dream works on mysterious dimensional coordinates, it is a holographic parallel Universe, etc etc etc.


__________________________________________________________________________


Dream, Thursday, September 29, 2011

Guinea pigs in my room with soybean sprouts growing from them. Two small roan coloured guinea pigs.

My friend Norm. He opens a cupboard there is a mirror on the inside of the cupboard door.
I say, "Now that I am here, I would like to stay longer, for a few months."
He said, "There is nothing to learn here in the downtown Eastside."



__________________________________________________________________________

Dream, Friday, September 30, 2011

I was telling someone that I would never shoot coke ever again. I would only chew coca leaves.



I pass someone surly in the downtown Eastside. I throw my things in a dumpster in front of him. He says, "If you throw something in there again, you will be thrown in there!"

I pass what must be Alexander and Main, going East. At the side, there is a plant pot, a big square cement plant pot, a few trees, shrubs, when I look closer into the plant pot there is an amputated right hand and arm of a woman! Not fake! I make a mental note to report this to the Police.


My friend Harold shoots me with a syringe of pure heroin. I feel a brief rush.
In the dream world, drugs only affect you slightly and for a short period of time.
I tell him that I am going to Dawson Creek "at the end of January."

I teleport to Dawson Creek, I am in front of the Aleutian Hotel, walking South, but just for two steps as there is a Native beside me. I tell him, "Now, I am here in Dawson Creek, and it is the end of January, like I said, but there does not seem to be any accomodations here."
He telepathed, "That apartment rooms place next to the Oregon Chinese restaurant has lots of available accomodation."


_____________________________________________________

Dream, Friday October 7, 2011




I was running to the washroom to get a needle loaded with cocaine. I ran through a hall past my grandfather sitting on a chest of drawers to my right. I ran past him into the washroom, got the needle, and ran back out past him.



"Can't talk now, grandpa, got to go!" I telepathed to him as I ran past him.





I go into a room am about to shoot up but realize I misplaced the needle. I teleport to a park at the downtown Eastside at night. I bend down to pick up a needle lying in the grass which I thought was my needle. It has liquid and the plunger was way pulled out and the liquid was not very condensed with the plunger, the liquid was lying loosely in the needle as I held it to the side. Also the steel pin of the needle was bent.




In the corner of the room, there was Mick Jagger, sitting on the sofa next to a chest of drawers. I think he was either sitting with someone next to him or someone sitting on his lap and they were shooting up.


I teleported back to the room, I found the needle. I pressed my arms. I looked down. A tiny rivulet of blood was spraying out of one of the veins on my arm. Too much pressure. I stuck the needle in my arm and there was a thin plastic tube forming a cross outside my arm. I pressed this as there was liquid in there the liquid cocaine went into my arms. I was rushing.





As I was rushing, that is, rushing on cocaine. I was also in a rush to leave the room, so in that sense I was rushing too. I was about to leave the room. There was a window and a table, and a doorway to the left next to that the doorway opened to another doorway parallel to the window, that was the end of the hall next to the room. An Asian guy rushed in from the doorway.


______________________________________________________________________

Dream, Sunday October 9, 2011

On a garbage can on Hastings Street, is a box of stolen books.
"Hey you, the Vancouver Police know about the books, and are looking for you!"
"The Vancouver Police know about the books and are looking for you!"
"The Vancouver Police are looking for you! They know about the books!"


"What a loser face."

I was in Thailand again. I was in a food court. I was sitting at a table amongst a bunch of different tables. I thought, "I don't really want to be here in Thailand!"
And I closed my eyes. That is closing my eyes within a dream.
Then to my left I saw someone whom I used to call "the tall guy". He was wearing a black t-shirt cut off at the top of the sleeves at the shoulder and he was wearing a pair of white shorts. But when I looked again, it wasn't him.




At a rock concert. Dark. There is a guy with brown hair in an Afro style haircut. Round, frizzy. He was wearing a stormrider jean jacket and also a black Rolling Stones T-shirt. The t-shirt was a circle with Rolling stones written in black lettering and then a design in the center of that circle. Above that was a lime green pentagram.
He appeared in not one, but a few places within the concert crowd. It was as if there were a few copies of him.

Singing The Spoons Nova Heart.

_________________________________________________________________________

Tuesday, October 11, 2011




In a wheelbarrow of octopi, or octopuses. The octopi squeeze their tentacles tighter around my legs as I am sitting in the wheelbarrow.

A Starbucks manager lets down the garage door style front door, light brown mahogany wood. I climb up on it. He lets down another door, windows a semicircular frame. I grab onto the two handles on this second door and hoist myself up to the platform that is the second floor.

________________________________________________________________________

Wednesday, October 12, 2011



A vending machine in a restaurant with the word 'Rasputin' painted in pine green lettering on it with a handscript.

I hug a lady. I reach underneath her shirt and feel her back as I hug her.

__________________________________________________________________________________

Wednesday, June 20, 2011

__________________________________________________________________________

Sunday July 31, 2011


At a secondary school. The principal's office door was locked. The same one as in another dream I recently illustrated. The grained cherry wood doors of the principal's office.



I went to the main school office. I was asking for the school liason Officer. Then I saw a young, long brown hair, thin, moving from left to right past the lockers, in a dark Police uniform with the yellow letters Police on her back, a Police woman. I yelled, "Police!"

____________________________________________________________________________

Monday August 1, 2011



I sat next to a fat girl, there were two girls. The other girl was a thin girl. I asked the fat girl if I could sit with her. The fat girl was naked sitting on a sofa chair. I was naked too, but a white towel was wrapped around me. I said, "Could I sit next to you or would that be offsetting?"
"Yes it would be. You are unkempt and you seem too happy, you are smiling all the time."

I went to a truck to drive off. My friend Kerry Deadwoods, not real name was there. He was putting cushions on the engine section in the middle of the front cab of the truck to prop up the engine. As I went to the head of the engine, it was an RCMP truck.



I went down a hall, then I looked into a room and saw the two girls, they both had plates and were eating something and watching TV and another guy was there. I went into the room and brushed my arm into the plate of the first girl, sitting on a couch to the left, then a bed in the center of the room, the TV at the far right of the room, the girls were sitting facing right looking at the television, I could see their right hand side profile of their bodies. I knocked the plate off the hands of the thin girl closest to the TV and went and brushed my hand into the plate again of the girl to the left sitting on the sofa; the fat girl.

I went into a room and there were a lot of people there. The guy who was with the girls was there too.




Then teleport to an underground car parking garage. The guy who was with the girls was also here too. The Police were there, two males. They were laughing at something funny. I sensed that the guy who was with the girls had forgiven me and that there was going to be no violence.

Skating at a rink, making stops watching as the ice flies off the blades of the skates during a quick turning swivelling stop.



I was then in a 70s style Volkswagen van. The two girls were in the front seats. The fat girl was in the drivers seat to the left. She turned around and her blonde curly hair and her fat face clearly smiling which upset me because she put me down for smiling. I looked away in contempt.
I sensed we were driving towards a skating rink.
There were children in the van as well. They were dancing around. I was sitting in the very back of the Volkswagen van at a seat closest to the right hand side window. As I looked out the window, I sensed that we were moving East along Hastings, one block East of Nanaimo Street where the Vancity bank is.


_____________________________________________________________________

Dream, Wednesday, August 3, 2011

I was giving romantic advice to a young woman. All of a sudden I feel a pair of hands on my pectoral muscles. I turn around and there is an old woman, a few, about twelve old women wearing grey blouses, some in fine fashion design.
I telepathically understood that they were there for me and I was there for them. My fetish for women who are old has come true in a major way. I was there to give all of them a sex massage.
As I was hugging this one, I was also rubbing her back as I was hugging her and she sighed and moaned softly, feeling good.

I was leaving to go upstairs with these women and the young woman I was giving advice to was walking ahead of me. She tapped my forehead lightly with her right hand knuckles and said playfully, "Watch yourself, and have fun up there!"

______________________________________________________________________________

Monday, August 8, 2011


I was hugging three girls lying on a couch. Then one the girls was leaving.
The movie Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom was on, I said to her, "You should stay because the rest of the movie is hauntingly beautiful."
On a ledge within a circle inscribed on the stone floor, Indiana Jones was standing in the platform. On the far other side of the room, a stone balcony, framed by a balcony doorway all bathed in a glow of red light, then the leader Moka Ram stands there, horns and all.


_________________________________________________________________________________

Monday, August 22, 2011



I slam a book onto the table. Like a ghost, the book embeds itself halfway into the table but not passing through. The book is half buried in the table as if the wood was made of soft mouldy clay.

_______________________________________________________________________________

Dream, Saturday August 27, 2011

I see an older waitress. Behind me and to my left is a doorway which I ran from. Two men, supervisors are running after me. I ask the waitress if I could give her a hug like before. She says not right now.

In a lane between two houses, one house has a set of 3 stairs to a door. Two ladies. One young lady I seen from before, a towel draped around her. She has a new and pretty hairstyle. She asks if she could use my place to shower.
I wind up joining her in the shower.

An young East Indian lady wearing a pink bakery uniform. She is standing behind a counter serving two rows of pizzas. I ask if I could give her a hug. She says, "I am not allowed to hug people at work." I ask "What about another social situation? What if I see you on the streets, alone?"

___________________________________________________________________________


Dream, Sunday, August 28, 2011

I look out from a house on Skapa Street, not actual name. In this dimension, there is a Sikh temple there, but in the dream, it is an empty field. Night time. I see a man tying two people on one of those pump train cars where two people pump it, it is an old fashioned type of train car using no electricity at all. The metal on the pump train car was painted yellow. The car was going to the left, your left and disappeared on down the line.

I run into the house and my adoptive brother is there. I say, "I have to use the phone to call 9-11!"



I call. "Police fire or ambulance?" "Police! I just seen a murder! Two people were tied on to a pump train car!"






Just as I put down the phone, a Police woman was at the door. I look out the window and there is a Police cherokee, one of those vehicles with a long cab, kind of like an elongated Bronco, that vehicle was all black, but it was a Police vehicle.
I open the door. The Police woman and a Police man walks in. That guy who tied those people to the train car was standing at the bottom of the steps close to the house.

They say, slightly smiling, "No body got murdered. What you saw was a prank!"

________________________________________________________________________________

Dream, Sunday, September 3, 2011


I pass through a swimming pool area. On the left is a Chinese man and an East Indian woman, naked getting it on. Through the center is a path. On the right, your right, is an East Indian man getting it on with a beautiful long straight red haired white girl. They are all in their 20s. The East Indians are brother and sister.
Through the center of the path walks through a young girl in her 20s, long blonde hair, I telepathically sense that she is a light skinned Native. I recognize her from earlier in the dream.
She comes towards me. At the same time I sense that the woman that the East Indian is getting it on with is a professional prostitute, a madam or at any rate a senior and experienced prostitute and that she could be for hire. I wanted her!

The path goes to an elevated part with a fence on either side. She walks through. Then we teleport to a balcony, a porch. She is sitting on my lap. I see her bikini top, striped.
I sense myself being a typical man, devious, at the same time that I was with this blonde I still wanted to talk to the White lady that the East Indian guy was getting it on with - before she left.

Then a fat full Native lady shows up. I also recognize her from some other point, earlier on. She says that the van is waiting. The van that is carrying us all on this field trip, has to go.

___________________________________________________________________________

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Dream, Sunday, June 19, 2011


I was in a minivan driving up to the yard of my parents house on Sheena St. not actual name of street. A fat naked lady was there, bent over. She was a lady I saw earlier in the dream. She was clearly bent over and I saw her uh, private parts.
Then I was talking to her in the yard. She gave me a hug, but I wanted to give her another hug, but with my shirt off. I took my shirts off and then I was in my glory, hugging her again, feeling her breasts against my shirtless self.
I then remembered that I had to pay her $40 for something so I reached into my wallet and had the $40 to pay her.
All the time, I was conscious of the minivan still parked outside the yard, watching me as it waited for me.

_______________________________________________________________________

Dream, Wednesday June 29, 2011



I peer past the sliding wood door and look into a small bathroom, three women crowded in front of a bathroom mirror. I talk about being a fighter. They say, "If that is what you want to do, follow your dreams."



Then a man with long shoulder length curly hair, a white football shirt with navy blue numbers enters and says to me, "Did they make you feel better?"



Then teleport to another room. That man wearing the football shirt is there sitting on a couch facing left the couch against the wall to the right. He said, "Did talking to them make you feel better?" He then explained, "I used to be a fighter myself. I know the injuries that can occur."
Then the sportscaster Corey Burns, not real name appeared, and said, "If you feel it in you then you got to go for it. Some people feel it as young as three. Then you got to do it."

The thing is, in real life, I don't have any thoughts of being a fighter.


___________________________________________________________________________

Dream, Wednesday July 13, 2011

A Native Shaman with long hair, wearing a brown, light brown and white patches plaid hunters shirt was cutting his hair. He was using scissors with his left hand, scissors cutting the back of his hair at the neck cutting from left to right, then half of the hair was short and half was long and the scene was stopped at that point, I was at a table, there was a person sitting behind the table. I wept and a voice said, "They cried the day the Shamans cut their long hair."

Someone lent me a fire truck that looks like one of those yellow fire trucks in this city. I was sitting down, tying my shoes, tying my left shoe with red shoelaces and thinking, I got to tie these shoes so I can get ready to drive the firetruck that was lent to me.


___________________________________________________________________________

Victoria BC Saturday, April 9, 2011

All dreams from this post on, until further notice are set in Victoria BC.


Dream, Saturday,April 9 2011

I was with a group of people, Oriental, in a living room. We look out the window.





There is a hurricane coming!

They decide to stay upstairs but I instinctively run downstairs to the basement to hide under a bed or at least some blankets. I run too fast and run ahead faster than the others. As I run downstairs I feel the air thickening and also the whirling concussion force of the hurricane increasing. I wake up before the hurricane hits the house and the basement.


Dream Sunday April 10, 2011


All of it weird:

Johnny Depp escapes from Police at a Bridge looking very much like the Brooklyn Bridge in New York. Night, bird's eye view. A voice narrates, "Before there would be cops here and there. But now cops are everywhere."
And from the same bird's eye view two Police prison vans appear behind the car Johnny Depp is driving and then two Police cars coming towards him on the opposite end of the bridge, both Police cars slowly driving towards him even one though Police car is the oncoming lane.

At the end of the bridge, I see Billy Joel standing in one of the bridge's supports. I cry a sweet cry because as I thought, "I love Billy Joel!" Billy Joel is a good man.

I go on to Granville and 49th. Sunny day, facing South. I elevate going straight up into the air, but I am crying but intensely laughing at the same time.

Meetings with some gangsters. I am in a kitchen, crowded with them. One of them, probably the leader sensing that I am special and sensing that laughing crying energy, suddenly puts a book up against the left side of my face and he is writing on the book using my face as a support. I disengage myself.




I go into another room. One gangster the one on the right sitting in the sofa in the other room shoots another, the one on the left sitting on the couch with a white and purple plaid shirt. The one on the right in the other room sitting on the sofa is about to shoot me, but I walk past him, in front of him and I think I shoot him.

I fly to Chinatown Vancouver. Flying through the air like swimming.

I see a bunch of people to the left of a house. My father is there. He said, "If you want to rent the house, talk to that guy." He was referring to a Chinese guy standing in a crowd of them. He looks like a younger version of an older Chinese guy I used to see around alot but never talked to. He had curly hair. In the dream, his hair was all black and he looked about 40. In real life he is about 65.

I fly on again through Chinatown, the streets.

***********

Afternoon nap:

I was on a ship. There is a young girl standing, wearing a grey sweatshirt. I am sitting down. She hugs me quickly. I want another hug so I say to her, "Could you hold me?"
She does and my head is at her breasts, my arms around her. Sweet.


________________________________________________________________________

Dream: Monday, April 18, 2011


I was on a small plane about to go on a field trip. The plane rolls down the city streets for quite awhile. I had my camera on me aiming it at the front window of the plane, camera on zoom setting. The plane rolls down a hill and turns right and takes off into the air.
I video this with my camera and there is another plane in front of the plane I am in. There are other passengers on the plane.


_______________________________________________________________________

Dream, Tuesday May 3, 2011

My stepmother, young, thin, long straight hair sitting on a sofa wearing a red V neck sweater. I attempt to give her a hug to be polite but she declines the hug.

A woman leaves a bus. I do some knee kicks with my right knee a few times quickly consecutively to show that her that I am fit. There are a few people with me on that bus. I run after her. A short distance away she goes into a house the kitchen door is open. I sense she is there with a family, a father, her and two children. I peer into the kitchen doorway but I do not see them but sense they are there.

____________________________________________________________________________
Dream, Friday May 20, 2011


I was in a kitchen leaning over a kitchen stove with electric elements. A young lady in the hall came in and leaned next to me. I was suspicious of her and went out into the hall and reached in where she was standing, next to the stove, which was just next to the door and with my left arm grabbing her shoulder, and my right arm grabbing her waist, an aikido move, I pulled her out of the kitchen. I didn't want her there.

Then I saw her on the street. I walked next to her and suggested her to visit my apartment on Main St and Powell which we were just approaching. She walked with me but at the last minute, she walked away, she did not want to visit me at my apartment.

Interpretation: I thought of this later and thought that she did not want to follow me back to my apartment because I pulled her out of the kitchen earlier.


_________________________________________________________________________

Dream, Thursday May 19, 2011

I saw my cousin Rene. He was facing to the left and I saw the left side of his face. He was kneeling in front of a couch, the back of the couch to the left the couch pointing right. Above the wall that the back of the couch was against, there was a window. There was a door to the far wall way in the front on the right hand side.
Rene had coloured his hair red, but his face was unmistakable.


_________________________________________________________________________


Dream: Sunday May 29, 2011

I had a book. short and wide, coffee table book style. It said that the item was made 'By Mommy' and it cost $5.88. Spmeone came over and handed me a doll.

I went to the cashier. Then a legal paper sized transparency with a note written on with black felt marker, "apport control says no".
I reached for my bank card knowing that I had $20 left.

__________________________________________________________________________

Dream, Tuesday, May 31, 2011




In a store. A shelf. Large sized Schleich Smurfs. Shelf second from bottom. I even said that out loud in the dream.
Then, to the left a gap, a window, then another shelf, bottom shelf, regular or small sized Scleich smurfs, then behind it, Christmas birdhouses.


In a neighbourhood, Southwest corner of Heatley and Pender? I am with my father. I see someone crossing the street as my old friend Jansen, not actual name of course.
I say to my father in the old language, "That's the guy who has been bothering me!"
As Jansen goes into his house. I run after him and stop just at the front window of his house yelling, "Fucking goof!"


Note: All dreams are weird and this one is no exception.

____________________________________________________________________________

Dream, Friday June 10, 2011

At yet another field trip involving a small plane. This time, next to a dark coloured skyscraper reminiscent of the Empire State Building in New York, as the plane was taking off, it shot straight up! I said to the fellow passengers, "This plane goes straight up!" Dark grey plane going up, cloudy skies.
Note: I heard of British Airways' Fly Flat, but this is ridiculous! I remember lying flat on the plane seat against the gravity of the Earth as it was going vertically up. But there was some points where the plane was not going straight up but was off by a few degrees. But most of the time it was climbing straight up.


Me an expert flyer or levitator as usual. Then I walk past an impromptu baseball game in a front yard of someone's house.

____________________________________________________________________________

Dream, Tuesday, January 25th

Dream, Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Walking across Wreck Beach. I see Madonna there, naked giving an interview.

Teleport to a street, the East side of Seymour between Robson and Smithe near the back entrance of the Orpheum theatre. I see a bunch of people there.

I go into a corner store. I think, "Tonight at 7 is going to be the jazz show on the radio. That will give my experience in this hick town that I am visiting a modern feel."
I see a group of young people. I tell them that I met an older lady whom I liked and that she agreed to go on a date with me.
In the store, I tell a Black guy, my friend Winston, not actual name, about my life.




He talks to me for awhile and then goes to talk with this gorgeous middle aged woman.



A cop passes me, in full uniform. I thought there was one cop in the store, I look and then there is two. I thought there was two but I look again, and there is actually four cops wearing all black uniform with jackets but with a thick yellow stripe running down the pant legs.



I see a girl whom I like. I put my arm around her and we talk. "In two weeks we are going on a professional outing." She said. I asked her what she was doing tonight.
She said that she was going to order a pizza for some kids she is looking after, but what kind of pizza, she said that she, "...would order the pizza first and then part with that information."




Leaving a friends house, on the East side Lakewood St just North of Hastings Street, at the front yard. The house behind Dairy Queen. Someone throws something into another yard. It looks like a backpack with a Mexican quetzcoatl design. A mexican dragon essentially. It was a green mexican dragon on a black background.
I went to the next door yard to retrieve that and put it in a plastic bag so I can bring it home with me. I go there and grab something but it turns out to be something that looks like it. Then I grab a second item and this is what I was looking for. But on closer inspection, it was not a backpack with a quezcoatl design on it. It was a one foot Piglet backpack doll, Piglet from Winnie The Pooh. The head was Piglet which extended from the top of the backpack, and the body was Piglet but somehow painted on a black background which formed the body of the backpack. I removed a dirty, rainsoaked rabbit doll, throwing it away from my plastic bag, which was the first thing I picked and replaced it with the Piglet backpack.


_______________________________________________________________________

Dream, Saturday, January 22, 2010


I saw my old Oriental friend Larry Anderson, not actual name. I go to his place. The door opens, there he is, young, teenager, big face, black hair. Turn right and then right again and there is his room. There is a window on the far side of the left hand wall and then a window in the center of the wall directly ahead. In the center of the room facing the door I am entering is a computer on a table, next to that, to the left is a couch. I sit down. I tell him that I am on the internet doing animated cartoons.


________________________________________________________________________

Dream, Monday, January 7, 2011




Sunny afternoon. I was at the railyards just South of Canada Avenue, East of Main Street and West of Clark Drive. I was walking there and I saw some muscular Black drug dealers with machine guns, young guys. They asked me what I was doing there and that the place was patrolled by gorillas. I saw one then a bunch of gorillas then they seemed to be running towards me angrily. I tried to fly at first but confused and excited I flew up but not very far and landed. I thought for a second, this is not good flying, I thought of The Greatest American Hero, how he was not always all that great of a flyer.
Then finally I flew up and away clearing past the gorillas and flying beyond.


__________________________________________________________________________

Dream, Friday February 18, 2011

I was walking up the back stairs of a house. There were three Spanish teenagers, gangsters. One was wearing a white tank top and riding a BMX. The others were walking around. I hope they wouldn't see me but they did. They said, "He's got $20 worth of weed. Let's get it! He's also got $20 worth of gazpachos."


I was talking to some Natives about Europeans. I said, "At least Natives and Asians did not go to Europe and kill Europeans like the Europeans came to our lands and killed us."
"I hate Europeans.", one of the Natives said.

____________________________________________________________________________

Dream, Monday March 21, 2011

At a five star hotel. Posh. Modern. Dennis Rodman the basketball player is wearing a puffy hip hop winter jacket. He is walking through the hotel lounge with a towel with the face of a tropical blonde woman on it. He shakes the hand of another NBA basketball player who is wearing a black puffy hip hop winter jacket. As they shake hands, their arms wave distinctly in a jockular way. Waving arms.
Then Dennis Rodman about to sit in a club lounge chair is observed by a lot of club girls wearing fancy strapless or else thin strap evening gowns.

A voice, "The celebrities including Britanny Spears partied in every room of the limousine. They even referred to the back part of the limousine as "the papi" and the front part of the limousine as "the pap".

____________________________________________________________________

Dream, Sunday January 2, 2010

Dream, Sunday January 2, 2010




At a house there is a girl with me. She asks me if I could carry her bag. I say, "I don't know you and I don't know what's in that bag. It might be heroin. And then I would be in a Bangkok jail for the next ten years for heroin."



Right then, three Thai plainclothes cops walk out of the house next door one of them is leading a German shepherd drug dog on a leash.





Waking up in a room, I realize that it is vivid, a sweaty quality. It is a dream within a dream. I see three other people, an old man, a young man, and a woman in the middle. It is a woman I met earlier in the dream who was throwing up and did not let me kiss her. Now in the dream within a dream state she might let me. She was under a thin white blanket. I had to lift the blanket to see her face. I give her a few kisses.

*************************************************************




I was at a lockers area being interviewed by two female Police Officers.



Then we are all in a swimming pool room. The two female cops are still there. I want to say goodbye to both of them but have to wait before they finish talking to someone else.


_____________________________________________________________________________

Dream: Awhile ago.



I am at a modern shopping mall. I pass by a Library in the mall. A Librarian and female security guard are there.

_____________________________________________________________________________


Dream, Thursday, January 6, 2010




I was with a friend. He was wearing a black shirt with the word GHOST written on it. He came into and left the room twice each time with an actual ghost following him. The first time, it only appeared at the doorway. The second time, it came to the bed and held my arms down over my head. The vibes of the ghost were so creepy, so intense that I remember gasping in a half asleep and half awake state.




Then I was in another room with a group of people around the table to discuss the event. They seemed like young Leftists. One of them was a rotund Black man with an Afro, a white t shirt with a grey square, some kind of art print on the center of his t shirt. Next to him was a curvy olive green wine bottle.



White Balloons with old Chinese writing in red.


_________________________________________________________________________

Dream, Tuesday January 11, 2010


Morning:

I was at the Cafe. Helen, not actual name was serving two of the old customers. I talk to her, then she says, "Can't you see I am busy serving customers?"
I say to her, "Why do you always have to talk to me like this?!"
She told me, "Get out and don't come back."

I go outside and mull it over for awhile, flying, levitating around the city. Then I return into the restaurant. Helen does not seem to mind that I am there.


Then later I see a strange sickly Black man in the streets.




I go to a rooming house apartment where I am supposed to "stay for the night" and I see that same Black man in the stairwell of that apartment, wanting a room as well.

----------------------------------------------------------------

Afternoon.

All STAR WARSy. Snippets.


The evil Empire is chasing us. Runs across a chasm bridge. At one point the characters, Han Solo C3P0 and Princess Leia fall on top of each other on the bridge.

In this version, Carrie Fisher is in the movie, but she is clearly not Princess Leia, clearly another actress is.

"Unprecedented attacks by the empire." Heros captured in a geek's room with bookshelves full of books and video games. I fly around the living room as C3P0 in a miniature spaceship looking for them.





C3P0 walking with R2D2 to look for an X wing fighter. R2D2 presses a button. He is sucked in instantly. "Why did you have to push that button?" C3P0 thought.
"How can I find the xwing fighter without R2?"




C3PO in a hall changes into a disguise. He thinks it and the disguise instantly wraps around him. Before, he was normal. Now a shimmering thought second later, he is painted and wearing a hoodie robe. The left side of the hood has a square cut out of it so he can see. He hears voices in the hall and says, "These voices, are not faked."

I attempt to hide, somehow, inexplicably in a toilet stall. Then I hear a voice in the hall next to the washroom, "I am Darth Sidious, Lord of the Sith."
"Somehow he has tracked us here." I thought.
So I jump out of the washroom window, in effect, doing a swandive, but before I hit the ground, I recover and fly up. I fly to an observation post across the alley.

I find a new futuristic Darth Vader toy. I fling it in the distance. "This new Sith evil someone in the future will have to learn about."

I see an animated cartoon with Princess Leia in a desert battle.


______________________________________________________________________________

Dream, Monday, January 24, 2010


A swarm of small spiders like micro baby aliens of the Aliens movie runs out. I go to the hall and the elevator. The infestation is in the other room. Hopefully I have enough time to get on the elevator and escape. I try to get a girl with me I am carrying her she is unconscious. I want to bring her along with me on the elevator because I don't want her to get infected by the swarm of little flesh coloured spiderlike micro aliens. I look through the elevator window and can somehow discern that the elevator is on the way and is moving very very fast.



And next to the elevator, there is a sign, it is a map and it has city streets but on the bottom of the map, it says, Thailand.


I run onto Hastings and Cambie, the Northeast side of the street and I am looking Southwest towards Victory Cenotaph. What city? I am not saying. I see a friend in a hoody. He is tall. He agrees to go across the street to score some pot for me. Then I hear sirens and I see the Police lights on the top of a Police car. He got busted! I walk on.


I run back to the room and hall where the Aliens were. I go into a kitchen alcove, a small square cut into the side of a hallway. I see my cousin Drake, not real name. He gives a thumbs up sign.

I go into the elevator. There is a bureau or else chest of drawers to the right of the elevator. There is a pile of shoes there. I get one pair of black Nikes but they are the wrong pair. Finally I find another pair of black Nikes which I know are mine.

My cousin Johann not real name. He is young with long curly hair, all black. Uh, he is old now and might have grey hair. In the dream he says, Do you know what these Chinese characters mean? It is a riddle. It says that you should be with your own people.

I walk down a city street a long sweeping avenue that runs from North to South. My cousin Johann calls me back to talk with him. I go back.

**************************************************

Afternoon nap:



I am in Hong Kong. I tell someone that, "I have to go to Starbuck's, London Drugs, Shopper's Drug Mart, Future Shop. But they don't have that here."
The Chinese guy said that they did have Future Shop.



He led me across the hall of the mall to a place that had a couple of laptops sitting on little rolling silver tables. Next to that was a display case full of stereo's and speakers.
He said, "You just pick a number, 30, and the speaker in the display case corresponding to that number will play the song."
I thought to myself, "Hey, this is just like that Hong Kong movie! Except now I am actually in Hong Kong, and this is happening to me!" The movie I was thinking of was Infernal Affairs when that guy was offered a chance to listen to a lot of good speakers. Speakers that he eventually took home himself. This side of the room was high tech, lighted in a white silver light.




Then across the way, this section of the store was dimmer, with track lighting from the ceiling, there was a Chinese guy he was older, fat and he was going to sell me the speakers. Next to him was a lighted shrine of a Buddha statue.

My guinea pig hugged me. I had her in a room, between my legs, her belly facing up. As I lowered myself to her, I could distinctly feel her arms around my neck, hugging me. But when I let her down, I noticed that she was moving and breathing weak, as if her spirit was weak. I cried, "Ginger!" She is still alive now, in real life, and healthy, but I will miss her when she dies.

A STAR WARS villian was giving a speech. I did a few perfect sword thrusts and flying kung fu kicks next to him, distracting him momentarily.

In a shopping mall, The Empress Dowager is walking with a few people, she is saying, "If you are so cruel that you would kill a dog when you see it, how cruel could you really be?"

I peeked into the side hall of a movie theatre. A lot of characters, STAR WARS lizards in hoods. "To be a member of this group, you got to be truly evil." I remember thinking, "I am essentially a good person, but I am capable of evil if I needed to be." A lot of STAR WARS and Tolkien looking characters sitting on red movie theatre chairs.


_________________________________________________________________________