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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!"
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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.
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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!"
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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.
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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.
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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?"
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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!"
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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.
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