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.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Dream: A few months ago, around November 2012
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!
