November 2013.

November dreams

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Saturday, October 19th, 2013

At the yard of an old Buddhist house on 16th Avenue in Vancouver, in it's old form, was a hill with a fence. The Dalai Lama was there.

At first when I saw him, I thought of all the negative things I heard about him and had reservations, but he sensed these reservations and dismissed them.
He was with his aides as much as ever. I told him that I have problems with my ego and that I have problems with drugs.

His aide who stood to his left said, "Don't mention the drugs."

I saw the Dalai Lama with a hole exposed on the right side of his mouth showing his teeth. It looked gnarly and grisly.


Interpretation: I thought this was a minor detail and was originally too lazy to include this. In The Desolation of Smaug, Thranduil, at one point appeared very similar with a hole exposed in his mouth and showing his teeth. I gasped when I saw this in the theatre because it reminded me of this Dalai Lama dream. What does it mean?


I realized that even when he didn't look like it, the Dalai Lama is smiling at all times because he is enlightened. I then cried and shuddered in my sleep, it was tears of sheer absolute bliss and joy because of this.

Then teleport to a basement. A flight of stars. People sitting huddled around.

The Dalai Lama was sitting huddled in a corner reading a book. I tried to look at him, as I was sitting next to him, on a bench against the wall, to his right.

He then went to the other end of the basement, near a pillar. He was wrapping his robes around him. His aide said that he was busy now.



Interpretation: In October, the Grand Patriarch of Buddhism in Thailand died. He was 100 years old.

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Two Police Officers enter an area that is just outside a door of an apartment complex. It was a fenced in area.

To the left a Police car outside a building.


The Police.
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At one point, I was at a hospital and my leg was amputated. I remember wagging the stump of my cut leg on the hospital bed I was on. The leg felt different, had a different center of gravity. Later the leg was reattached. First right, then taken off quickly then reattached somewhat wrong but it self corrected itself and my right leg is now whole, as ever.

Two black snakes to my right appear very suddenly at the side of my head. One of them gives a loud hiss! I grab both of them with my hands, around their necks and throw them to the ground.

Blue snake.

The snake was hiding behind an aquarium.

A big yellow Burmese python, oversized and uber healthy, the way they usually are in dreams.

A muscular black man about to kill the snake.

It is better to kill a snake with an axe than with a machete.


Snakes.


Interpretation: The Chinese year of the snake.


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Black man walks in kichen area threateningly with a shotgun. I hide under a table.



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I was following a couple of Japanese cool guys. They lived in a modern highrise apartment. They were going to go into a tan colored door with a small window in a hallway. I asked if I could go to their apartment with them. They said, "No, you are not Japanese. It is dangerous. You could be killed."
I didn't argue and left out the silver door on the opposite side of the hall with the big window, the one that I had just used to enter the hall, down the stairs, a winding stairway. As I left, I heard them say, "Gaijin," "Gaijin," Gaijin," "Gaijin,"
I walked down an alley. I thought they weren't calling me Gaijin to insult me, they were saying that as if, "He's not Japanese. He has not had our upbringing and can't be expected to fully understand our codes, so he is excused."

Then I was talking to a Chinese cook wearing all white, and a white hat with red trim, about it.

Then I was walking out of a doorway. I thought, "I know I am in the dreamworld. I know lots of things that I learned from the waking World, but will reveal them as time unfolds."

Then I was flying in a schoolyard. I looked down at the shadow of my head and for some reason saw the shape of pineapple leaves on top of my head.

I then see a group of four people. Two couples. From front to back, A man in his 20s with long hair, wearing a blue European blazer, like Beauty and the Beast, his young wife, an older woman wearing a fancy white hat and white dress, and her husband, an older man.



Dreams have an irritating and annoying surreal quality of them. I can't make heads or tails of them. But someone out there can. A shaman. Or an ET.



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A lady runs into a room, ignores one lady sitting on the floor and runs outside the two of them to hug a man, but she embraces him in a very interesting posture. Her right arm is draped over his right arm. The right side of her face is against the left side of his face and she is stroking the right side of his face with her left hand.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013. Strange hug.


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Renting a room in a rooming house. I am moved from one room to another room.

This second room is the same as a friend's room upstairs.
The first room room also had a porch, although this second room has adjoining it, a small enclosed indoor porch with a view of the downtown skyline as ever.

I thought, The small enclosed porch room can store a bike.
I arrive at the Sea Tac airport in Seattle.

I am going up a fast elevator. It goes up very fast, I notice. It arrives, 71st floor. I rub the elevator door-sill with my hand, my hand going up slightly, and at eye level. I get out of the elevator. It is a small empty room with an orange marble floor.

I hug the floor, in response to a slight fear of being so high up off of the ground.

This is twice as high as the highest buildings in Vancouver, I thought, as I look out the window, a thin slit and see the Sea Tac airport, a ramp leading away from it.

I tell a friend, "The Sea Tac airport is how I came in. But that is not how I am going to leave. I am going to leave on the bus." as I see a ramp leading away from the airport.

Interpretation: 71st floor. I was born in 1971. Not 1970. My adoptive father who claims to be my father was a sleazy fascist, mendacious crackpot. He lied even when he had no reason to. He told me I was born in 1970. But no birth certificate. There are many reasons why a parent would not show a child their birth certificate and none of them are good: incompetence, ignorance, resentment, deception. Without a birth certificate I am not obligated to think let alone believe that that man is my father. Also, every time a year ends in 1, something major always happens to me.While the years that end in 0, nothing special happens.


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Sunday, December 8, 2013



On a wooden ship. On the deck, looking down. A little fish is flapping quickly on a big fish, first an 's' shape, and then a 'z' shape, alternately. There is an opening along the wall of the prow or the deck of the ship and you could see the horizon line of the ocean. A cloudy day.



Interpretation: Sunday, Church day. Jesus was also known as The fish. The avatar for the Age of Pisces. The ship itself God, the big fish Holy Spirit. The little fish Jesus. That's been on the consciousness of so many people for so long it has a life of it's own.



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Live and Live and Live to See

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Dream, Wednesday May 1, 2013

Last night, I dreamed that I was at a corner store. A Chinese lady at the cashier. A wall about two feet directly behind her. To my right, and to her left was a standing rectangular fridge, the kind caffeine energy drinks are stored in. I reached into the fridge and got a bottle of milk and poured it into my big white plastic 4 empty 4 litre bottle one that is with a handle short, stout, with a handle, square at the bottom pyramid shape on top with a small red lid. When I poured the milk from the 500ml bottle in the fridge into my empty 4 litre bottle, the Chinese cashier said, "That will be $18." Had I taken the milk in the fridge as it, it would have only been $2.19. As soon as I did that the Chinese lady called the cops and I was arrested. I went to prison.





I was in a garage that had a ramp that led to the arraignment room. There was a group of Chinese people, News observers who were standing in a distant corner of the garage looking at me.



I was sentenced found guilty. I was singing Steely Dan Any World That Im Welcome To, I think.





I met a Spanish guy wearing a white plaid shirt in the cafeteria. I thought he wanted to fight me. I twisted his arm and was prepared to go into Tracy Thorn aikido mode. He said, "What! You want to fight?!" "No." I said. He turned out to be my guide.






We walked through the halls. He told me of his life.



After a yard break, the guards called all of us back to the cells.
I said, "See those prisoners leaving? They were looking at us and they were envious of us." There were two of them, one in a dark green plastic hoodie. They were standing next to the stairs.
In the dream World you can see when people are envious of you a lot more easily than in this dimension.








Back in the cell, he was lying on his bed next to the window, he said some weird stuff like, "From what people say of my actions you would think that I am a homosexual, but I am not. Maybe bisexual." I thought, "Oh no, more prison talk!" I was disgusted cuz I am heterosexual.


Interpretation: Pouring liquid out of a bottle is a Universal sign for death. I was thinking a lot of suicide, cyanide, whatever. That is telling me that to pour one's liquid to another bottle is to transfer something from an unreplaceable form, a violation. That is why it all of a sudden cost more. The liquid in the 500ml bottle in the fridge, stored where it should be represents my life as it is now. The 4 litre bottle represents my own ego. The milk from the fridge which only filled a portion of the 4 litre bottle represents that if I killed myself only a portion of my life would have been fulfilled. I should have enough liquid or life experience to fill up that whole 4 litre bottle if I killed myself, I would only have enough liquid to fill a portion of it.,br /> Then I was arrested and thrown into prison. If I did myself in, I would certainly see that Spanish guy again. He was my prison guide, but he did have a mean, angry edgy component. Suicidals can bring sympathy but also anger. A concerned anger.



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Thursday, June 20, 2013

I saw Mr Roper of Three's Company in the hall. Norman Fell is dead now. He was going to his suite. The door opened to a kitchen in which there was a blonde haired lady wearing a green dress. She had a White lab coat on. She was sitting on a chair. At one point, while still sitting on that chair she hugged Mr Roper who was standing as he was hugging her.

Interpretation: It was a hint that my current landlord is here to be my friend. In the goblin hall of the Mountain King, all other hotel managers are goblins and Mr Roper of Three's Company is the Mountain King.


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Dream. Monday. July 1, 2013. Canada Day.

I leave a group of people. I am flying through a hall.

Just at the end of the hall to the right of the exit door of the hall is another door.

It is double doors with a wood frame other glass with golden partition lines separating the glass into 10 smaller squares within the wood frame.

At the computer is my American cop friend on twitter. The female one. The major one. She is sitting behind a computer.

"I am glad that I finally have a chance to meet you." We shake hands. "I've been feeling depressed lately and here's why... Better not to live than be a loser...." I think I did mention that. It was very quick.

In the room are two other cops wearing White uniforms. As I am saying this one walks over to me and rests his left elbow on my right shoulder.


Interpretation: Now I don't remember the ritual of opening the door, grabbing the door knob, turning it, and then closing the door behind me, turning the doorknob again.
That is one of the advantages of that other dimension. Opening a door, turning the door knob, the ritual, the tedium. That is so tedious, that is such a hassle.
In the other dimension, it is better, like a ghost, you just think, push yourself through and you are there. Ghosts can and do pass through walls, doors, etc.
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I walk around in Hong Kong. Every one, almost telepathically knows that I know that they know that I know that they know that I was born there. There is a level of familiarity.

A bus station. A bus I am on pulls into a bus station. To the right is a old Chinese god, like Kwan Kung,the God of War but with a shrunken tan leathery face. The the left of him standing in some pedestal with Chinese pillars and railings is a younger Kwan Kung.


Interpretation: David Choe said that during a DMT trip that he was on in South America, he simultaneously saw a young Chevy Chase and an old Chevy Chase.
The other day, at a Chinese grocer, I saw a basket of red delicious apples next to a basket of granny smith apples. And I thought of this dream./

I approached the younger one and said, in Cantonese that since I was in Hong Kong, I thought that I would visit him, I thought I would pay homage to the Kwan Kung while I was here.

I leave the area, which is a garage. The garage opens to a Chinatown market street. As I leave, to my left is a lady whom I think is a Chinese Auntie. She is looking at me with in inquisitive curious look. Short, shoulder length hair, and a blouse with big collars.

Interpretation: That is my mother!