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.
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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."
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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.
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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."
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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."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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