November 2014

Friday, November 21, 2014

I am at a house with some people. RCMP arrive for me. Firearms division. Apparently, while I was riding in a car, I threatened one of the passengers, telling that person I was going to shoot him. A blonde crew cut man, about 23, tall, slender with stubble wearing a light grey blue t shirt with dark blue thin trim on the neck line and short sleeves. The shirt had RCMP in dark blue written in the center. I am face down, bent over on a couch, on my stomach, hands behind my back as that Officer cuffs me and escorts me out the back door of the house. I am walking in the yard, I sit at a picnic table. There is a jerry rigged roof of plywood supported with four wooden pillars, that covers the whole area. As I am about to sit in one of the chairs at the picnic table, I think, I am going to bring a sentence I read in a newspaper back in the other reality to this reality as I think the phrase, "They are giving me the rock star treatment." I am allowed to wander free, unescorted as I wait. I then am lead to an RCMP van parked outside on the right side of the yard, the back of the van facing the right of the house the front of it facing towards the left, it was parked parallel to the back door, while the picnic table was perpendicular. In the van a pretty young female RCMP lady nurse tends to me as I am lying on my back, knees up, back of my head facing the back of the van, my legs towards the front.

In a place. There is a security guard in a short sleeve blue uniform at a computer to the left. Just to the right of that, a big window. A holdup is occurring. We are in this room while the holdup is occurring outside it.  The guard says something about jewelry. I am crouched down with someone under that window, and to the right of the guard, I whisper to him, "The guard said something about jewelry. If we were in a jewelry store, that'd be more illegal than if we were in a bank."
Then I am in an alley, in a police car with two cops. One male, one female. The female is talking on the phone to her supervisor about the jewelry hold up. She is holding the cell phone with her left hand, I move close to her, as I say into the phone, "We are deep undercover! We can't infiltrate, nor be infiltrated."
The police lady says to me, "My supervisor wants to talk to you." She hands the phone to me,
Then the female Police voice says, "If you decide to go on the boat across from the island, Victoria to Vancouver, you have to call S.P.A. first." SPA. South Police Association? Sea Police Association?


Interpretation: A classic mental health call. Me "on the couch" in the back of the RCMP van with the female RCMP Officer as psychiatrist.
Given that I've been tweeting about going to Vancouver to score some heroin to do myself in, I guess every time I go to Vancouver I'd better send a note to the RCMP otherwise, they might think that I'm going to Vancouver to score heroin in the downtown Eastside.

At a Chinese restaurant. A middle aged Chinese lady is putting down some post cards at the front window. I look at them. Thai. There is a group of monks sitting in front of a wat. There is a picture of a lady in the rice fields wearing a dark red bandana more like headwrap with a pattern on it. Then another postcard of a lady also in a rice paddy but wearing a green and black 2 inch vertically striped head wrap. I say to the Chinese lady. "Have you ever been to Thailand?" She says, "No."
I say, "I've been there. I can speak Thai. I can also speak Cantonese but I obviously can't speak Cantonese as well as you can."
The Chinese look at me impassively. On the one hand they are glad I am there, but on the other hand they know I wrote all these articles about their culture. As I walk out, of the store and then turn and walk left,  I am holding some paper, and I tap on it with two fingers, index and middle, again and again, softly. Especially in the dream world, they know that I  know that they know that I know that I'd be ready to fight if I had to.

It upsets me that I am dreaming about Thailand. I don't want to go there again. I told my Chinese friend years ago that I had a dream about ghosts. He said,"You dreamed about them because you think about them."
Thinking about something all the time, even in the context of wanting to avoid it, will cause you to possibly dream about that topic.

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Afternoon nap:

I walk down a hall and then there is a door to the left. I walk through it. I am at my father's funeral. His coffin is there behind some railings like at a courtroom. Behind the railinged coffin area is a section where all the people are. My stepmother is there. I get the vibe telepathically from her of evil, like the Empress Dowager scene  in Last Emperor, old evil chink bitch. I turn left behind a pillar joined into the wall. I turn left again. There is a section like the front of a school gymnasium auditorium stage with curtains and steep sloped bleachers like seating section. I sit up there.








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Tuesday, December 2, 2014.


At an airport lineup in Iran. A woman who wrote an article against the Iranian King has the death penalty against her. The Customs agent says to her, "I can't let you in. I'd get the death penalty if I let you in the country."
The line up. There is an old woman in her early 60s, she looks sidelong askance at us. There is a square, muscular athletic Asian man. He looks downward, focused but not knowing or caring about what is happening.
There is a muscular middle aged bald Italian man wearing a white long sleeve shirt. He looks up and says "Fuck." with pursed lips.


Reading a newspaper. Someone says to me, "Don't go to a psychiatrist. A psychiatrist would send one of his clients to an institution for an action that a normal person on the streets wouldn't."



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Dream: Thursday December 11, 2014

In Thailand, I am at a warehouse looking place. Warehouse racks. Well in this case, those are rows of houses. Curtains bordering. One can cross widthwise at certain points through short cuts. I am assigned a space within the warehouse racks. That is my overnight space. A cupboard on the floor and next to that a bed, is there as usual. I am thinking that I can stay here. I won't be getting welfare like I would be in Canada but I would be well taken care of in this place.


In Thailand, in a room with a window, thinking that I don't want to go back to Canada, then this song comes on "When I think about those nights in Montreal." -the Canadian Connection! Gino Vannelli, I just wanna stop.

I see my Thai friends. I am in a corrugated shack looking out a window. I call to them but they don't seem to hear. Then they are in a line up, along the house and then go into the house. Orange robed priests too.



Northeast corner of Main and Hastings, on Hastings. Guinea pigs in a box, a cat within the box too. Outside an owl is setting fire to the box to free the guinea pigs or birds. The cat jumps out and attacks the owl.




I am not happy that I have all these dreams about Thailand. I don't want to go there again. Legality and citizenship. I am not legally required to go there and I wouldn't be a citizen there while I am a citizen here. Why would I want to go to a place where I am not a citizen and risk the chance of either being stuck there, or sucked in to stay there? The language. Some kind of unenviable Oriental tonal language. No thanks. I prefer to speak English 100% of the time 24/7 and not wallow in some third tier language. It'd be a regression to some former bullshit. A regression to some primitive world. Anachronistic. Stylized. Again, uh, no thanks.


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Wednesday, December 24, 2014

The others in the student group I was with were assigned to where they were assigned to, mostly upstairs. "Your mother died, so you go here." I was led into an area down a flight of steps then a hallway that turned left. There was a small alcove to the right of that. On the wall was a picture of a death buddha big black beard wearing a tiger skin and bloody. This was presumably the Tibetan Wrathful Deity, The One Who Slays Pregnant Women and Drinks Their Blood. Tibetan deities are known through their honorifics, depicting their action or their aspect or archetypal value.



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Tuesday, January 6, 2015

5 Asian gangsters were outside of a house. I was with my spiritual guide. We ran downstairs. I could still see them through the row of windows. They jumped in through the windows. There was a ping pong table with no net, the line where the net would otherwise be was facing me horizontally rather than vertically. There were rectangular pieces of white plastic styrofoam all over that table. They run towards me. I jump on the table. One of them, 22 years old, 6 foot tall, wearing a purple longsleeve dress shirt jumps on the table but trips. I hit him in the head with one of the styrofoam pieces. My spiritual guide mentions that there's a pair of scissor on the table. As I reach for the scissors, ready to stab him in the head, the gangsters suddenly all disappear. I only drew the picture of the room without any people.


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Dream, Wednesday, December 7, 2015

In a hospital. A surgeon on either side of me as I am seated in a chair, not lying down on an operating bed. They remove things from my shoulders. One was operating on one shoulder, then the other was operating on the other shoulder. In the drawing, though, they are operating simultaneously. I did that for illustrative purposes.
I read of a dream that someone had in a hospital that angels were reaching their hands into his body scooping out cancer. I have had pains in my shoulders. Maybe my pains will get better.


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Dream, Wednesday, December 7, 2015

At some place. An 18 year old teenager wearing a light grey hoodie, hood on, is riding a white BMX. I decide to walk down the hall as I get up off of the leather couch and then turn right, walk down the hall through the double doors into a crowded theater.


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Saturday, Feburary 7, 2015

I am sitting on a curb. There are cars parked on either side of me. To my left is the rear of a Police car. Two undercover cops wearing blue and white track suits directly in front of me and 4 RCMP uniformed with hats Officers standing along the passenger side of the squad car. They say, "We want to talk to you about your sex secrets." Not connected to the dream, when getting it on with a lady, it's supposed to go in at a certain angle. What. secrets like that?



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Sunday, February 8, 2015

I was doing some martial arts. Then I was at a fence next to a house with two windows. I climb on the fence. Then I sense my father in that house with the two windows. He is with a friend. He says, in Cantonese. "Koy hoe leng jie." 'He's a good looking boy.' I thought of visiting him, but I have a deep seated prejudice against him, I guess so I decide to fly ahead forward and onwards.

I am flying over houses. I still hear his voice, "Ngo ning yuen koy hun nee for wie jee." 'I'd rather that he's in this dimension.'
Now that I am flying, I decide to fly to Vancouver, to Wreck Beach at UBC. I fly most of the way there, flying as if I were doing the breast stroke in swimming. I reach a park then as much as I flap my wings, I can't go on. I land at this park. There is a guy there walking.
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Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Space Station Inspection from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Space station repair. Aliens. Construction foreman inspects space station, rides up and down space elevator. First inspection OK. Second inspection, while the elevator door is open and two construction workers look on, the foreman disappears into the hall. What he sees horrifies him. He runs back into elevator then elevator door quickly closes. On the fast ride down, he realizes that an alien saw him and jumped on top of the elevator. It's still there at that moment.Animated cartoon short based on this to come. While elevator door was open, chase scene panic music was heard.



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Monday, March 9, 2015


Dream voice: "He goes for cookies with short fingers and he goes for biscuits with long fingers."


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Wednesday, March 25, 2015


Dream voice: Although he rides the back of vehicles, he enjoys riding on his own back the most.


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Thursday, April 9 2015


Dream voice: "Juno Eclipse. Eclipse: A level where the student overshadows the Master."


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Summer of 2014

Dream, Tuesday July 22, 2014

I was riding a gokart like Playland, Jungle Safari.
But it was through a 5 star hotel like Empress Hotel. Afternoon sunlight. The cart is in a dim darkened area then the double doors swing open quickly you can hear the hinges and there is the thick dark line of a track. I am on, forming a C to the right and another track going in a straight line on the other side of the room also through another door.I went to Macs and was astounded at the dark lines on the floor, the tiles, the grout lines but black and thick like go cart track lines.

I go through the door on the right, then I go down a hill on the track. Fun exhilarating, just what the soul thirsts for and wants! The dip like in Disney land rides when the cart goes down a hill.

then I fall out a chute and land on the sink of a restaurant kitchen dishwasher, narrow hallway, a row of windows on the other side of dishwasher, night sky with stars.

I am about to do a backflip but someone says, "No."


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Dream. Friday, August 1, 2014


"Please interstellar Police man." The Carpenters, Calling Occupants



Lots of things happening. Driving through a Vancouver suburb at night, I am visiting there again. I go into a room that is on Main St, directly across the street from the Main St Police Station. "Please interstellar Police man." Calling Occupants, The Carpenters. The room is at the current site of Golden Harvest Theatre. Maybe I'll have a golden harvest!
Incidentally, in Victoria BC, there is a huge UFO replete with downward curving windows near the top, that UFO is right next to the Police station, so to speak. The stadium, next to the Police station.

There is 3 other people in the room besides me. I am the one with black hair. Suddenly, there is a flash of lights and even the television emits a strange flourescent reddish purple light.
Then I see a flying saucer in the window. They are a lot smaller than in the movies. One section that is partitioned is rotating the rest of the ship is still. It rotates fast, about 45 rpm.

The UFO was made of shiny chrome.


I said, "This is a close encounter of the 3rd kind. I'm kind of scared."
Someone else said, "What do you have to be scared of?"

Then I go to the window. I look in the space ship. In it are three tiny grey aliens looking at me. They got that look I always seen in popular media, movies,etc. They were behind a glass window dimly lit in ship's light, the clinical industrial stoic looking light you see in ships. Grey aliens eyes each have the glassy black color of one great big pupil to let in and see a lot of levels of light. Those aliens were looking right at me! I bowed to them, putting both hands together in a reverential gesture. I sensed they were very smart. Think of how smart we are next to a chicken, well they are to us in intellect compared to us what we are in intellect compared to chickens or some other animal. They moved in those smart quick jerky movements, think of the smartest geekiest science professor with the big science hairstyle with the pens and pen protectors on their shirt pockets. I had a fleeting thought, "These beings are special. People will want to co opt beings like this." Seemingly at that, they disappeared.
Wherever that UFO came from, I sense it came from a very long distance away.
They had flesh colored skin which seemed to be made of hard plastic or hard rubber.

After they left, they left me some Christmas ornaments which I saw in the window. X Files = X Mas.

The UFO had given me an insight. Instead of using propellers on a spinning rotor as on a helicopter to achieve lift, each of the spinning part of the ship consisted of little metallic pockets with an s shape which hold a bit of wind set upon a spinning rotor and placed on a conical ship sloping downwards so the spinning pockets would direct downwards so as to achieve lift. Especially if you heated the air within the pockets kind of like a jet engine which is the principle of a propeller in a tube but heat the air to one thousand degrees Celsius so it travels even faster. If you put your hand on the spinning part it would not be hurt because of the safe way it was made.
The blades of the ship rotated clockwise from top to bottom at 45 rpm but it was just at that speed in order to hover to look at me. If those blades moved faster at 2 or 3 or more times the speed of light or more according to Einstein, the speed of light squared. With that sheer velocity, one becomes energy, as in a helicopter the whole helicopter doesn't have to move at that speed. Merely the propellers do and it will take the craft there and maybe it could teleport. The key to faster than light travel is not traveling in a straight line but to merely be in a craft with something spinning at 2 or three or more times the speed of light. To spin at the speed of light, at that level, you need a lot of energy, electrical or otherwise. It takes 20 kilowatts to power a small town. It would take gigawatts to power an engine with rotors to spin at many times the speed of light.
Put something like this under the chassis of a car and you got a levitating hovercar.
They are already doing this to a certain extent with the hovercraft. Hovercraft, UFO, what's the difference?

Alien eyes.


Stonehenge resembles a UFO, the columns window frames.




Moves like Jagger.

Grey aliens with their science labcoat swagger,
Moves like Einstein.

They are very very intelligent. They are compared to in intellect to humans, what humans are to farm animals. .


Fermi's Paradox.


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Earlier on in the dream, I was holding an iPhone. On it was a video of Wham's Everything She Wants. George Michael is playing a set of drums on the beach. Andrew Ridgeley is there at the side clapping his hands. George Michael plays in time to the music of course but during a part of the song, he does a drum solo on the drums at expert level. He plays drums well, but what do you expect? He is a professional musician!

I also included a picture of another part of the dream where I saw my friend Tina in a bar. She is the one to the left, wearing a black dress and she is sitting across from a lady wearing a dark green dress.



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october 15, 2014, Wednesday.


Muslims with lots of RPGs walking invading the beach. I escape them, go through a back alley way, unpaved, to a schoolyard. The Muslims are still there. ISIS. I am upset that I have to stay there with the students in a strange setting for the rest of the day instead of being able to go home. Teleport to a bridge next to a staircase. I am climbing it. Muslims taken over. It is strict at first but it's always that way at first, later it will relax to a sort of party atmosphere with markets. Then at the beach again next day, lots of people there but Muslim terrorists gone. At one point, I run into a house with a middle aged White guy, like Bruce Willis he was protecting me telling me to stay low. Then teleport to another room. I am against wood railings, a door in jammed in front of me.

A Muslim and 'Bruce Willis' against the door. The Muslim shoots him with a gun, looks down, I see his downward cast eye as he sees me, and shoots me in the top of the head, multiple shots. I am still alive as I go to a Korean restaurant. Strict surly morose North Koreans. I am told not to smile but scowl.

This 3rd picture with an 'x' marks the spot shows where I am standing in the middle picture.

All dark brown wood restaurant. Some sit in booth with wood beams like cages. They think they are superior for me merely because they are Korean. I thought superiority was based on intellectual respect. I didn't think they were superior. I was told to leave through the front doors of the restaurant. I had to leave where the washrooms were.

Out the front door, a hall to the left a cash register then one of the washroom doors. On the right side of the hall, two washroom doors. Down a flight of steps which followed after and turn right. As I leave a Korean lady with big hands follows me down the stairs. She is somewhat sympathetic. They think enough of me that a girl would escort me out. Interpretation: George W Bush called Iraq and N Korea the Axis of Evil. They are evil. As evident in the dream.



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Monday, October 20, 2014

Visiting a museum. Upstairs. Walk down a hall. As I walk back, to my right, there is a man in red in the display. He is dressed like a soldier from The Nutcracker Suite. He is young, black hair, and dressed in red. He is an elaborate wind up robot. "What a mind blowing museum display!" I say out loud. Down the hall, there is another wound up robot walking towards me. He is an old man with a white beard, dressed in a blue Nutcracker Suite soldiers uniform.


Tim Allen. The Santa Clause 2.

2014

Monday, January 27, 2014

On a bus going South on Knight St in Vancouver just between 1st avenue and Canada Way. I see my old friend from the past. I look upskirt because she happens to be standing there, and, uh, I see that she has revealed herself. A lady sitting to my left says, "Isn't that sweet!" knowing what is happening.
Then she sits across from me, I am sitting in the very front of the side facing seats at the back of the bus on the right side of the bus. Then I see her sitting in the middle of the side seats at the back of the bus and a guy is with her holding her in his arms, he is sitting in the front of the side seats.
I sit there as I close my eyes for just a second, thinking, "If you are not sure about something, don't look at it, don't pick at it with your eyes. But I am not jealous. I see couples all the time and then I look away. They are none of my business. Besides I have a few women in my life right now even though they are not with me right this second I remember with certainty that they are in my life." And then I know that the couple knows that I know that they know that I know that they know that I am thinking this.
Then I move to the front of the bus. I see them, they are standing. He is holding her. That's the last thing as I see as the dream ends.
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Tuesday January 28, 2014


I am in Chinatown. First, I fly down a flight of steps down a light green colored stairs corridor, wide stairs with a railing at the center, three sets of stairs, but I run down the stair in Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon style!



Interpretation: Riding the dragon. All staircases are dragons.

Then I am at a Chinese restaurant. I sit on a couch in the middle, where I sat is marked with an 'x' in the illustration. Some Chinese people were standing around me. I told some young Chinese guys dressed in white shirts and black suits, gangsters, standing around me, "I am part Chinese part German. But I don't have my birth certificate."

I go upstairs of the restaurant and sit on a couch. I sit at the seat closest to the window. There is a wall to my left that is a window, then it goes right then it goes forward then it goes right, parallel to a flight of stairs. This wall forms a number "3", curiously.
I only drew the scene without people. The three Chinese guys standing in front of me, one of them says, "We will hunt down your birth certificate. You said you were part German. He specializes in killing weak deer."

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Tuesday, February 25, 2014

In an upstairs hotel room in Dawson Creek where I was staying, my old boss presents me with a cheque for $27,779.98. He said, "This is for your art. We had a lot of good times." At first I thought it was $277 or $2,700 which would be plenty enough but sure enough, it was $27K. I looked at the time and knew it was about 1 pm in the afternoon and that the banks would close at 5. I said, "I will go and cash it at the bank now." He smiled like it was no big deal. If he could give me a cheque of that amount and it could be no big deal, I got a sense of how rich he is and how supremely comfortable his life must be.



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Friday, March 21, 2014

I was doing something and wanted to visit the beach. Kitsilano Beach. I ran down a hill and was at the fenced walkway leading to the beach,

an also fenced circular area and two park benches joined at the back facing away from one another one of them facing me as I ran down the path. I noticed it was getting darker not day anymore but I figured I still had time to visit the beach. I was at a parking lot. The beach was just ahead in the distance. It was dark night now. Running perpendicular to the shoreline, there was a creek between the parking lot and the beach.

Crossing the creek to the bridge was a shiny black wrought iron bridge. There was a square figure 8, eternity symbol, swinging contraption, an extension of stairs that would let people cross the bridge during the day but that square figure 8 was raised. I could not climb on it even though I was trying to.

A White security guard wearing a navy blue jacket said that the park was closed at night and that I had to leave. I ignored him and tried to climb on that bridge.

Then a black security guard or cop said, "Did you hear what he said? He said the park is closed. Do you enjoy coming here? Do you like smoking weed here? You have been coming here for years?" As he walked me away from the parking lot.


Interpretation: I was suicidal to some degree and was punching myself in the head and have a goose egg on the side of my head. Basically I was trying to die. Running down stairs, in this case running down a hill is a precursor to dying. That black wrought iron bridge was the bridge to the other side, and that black colour could only be the colour of death. I was turned back from dying by two security guards. Had I crossed that bridge in my dreams, I would probably be dead now. The Janus benches, past and future, life and death, dreams are highly symbolic, non-verbal. White cop, Black cop, Miami Vice.


In STAR WARS 2 Lego PSP, Episode 5 Chapter 4 Dagobah free play as Darth Maul with Sith powers, in one of the levels, he uses his Sith powers to summon a black metallic bridge so he can get to a ledge to get extra lego tokens.


White cop and black cop. A white star and a black star, aka a black hole.


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Dream, Saturday April 5, 2014

Dream: Walking in a cave a man and a woman. The ceiling of the cave is at exactly head height. The woman, not the man see an alien, just like the one in the Sigourney Weaver movies. The woman jerked herself up standing on her toes suddenly. This caused the skull of her head and upper vertebrae to compact down on the rest of her spine against the ceiling of the cave and accordion a few of the vertebrae down into one another like a collapsible umbrella. She was fast! Dead!


Interpretation: Dreams teach you things. That is a fast way to commit suicide, dying like the Chinese guy in Premium Rush, Joe Gordon Levitt. She quickly jerked herself upward against the ceiling of the cave to kill herself before the Alien killed her. Immediately she crumpled to the floor. Whatever you do, don't try this.
It was a ghost move that she seemed to know in advance.
She killed herself because she knew that she was the one the alien was mainly after. The alien would try to impregnate her. When she killed herself like that she made herself instantly no longer viable for that.
Since the egg layer is a female, this would typically exemplify the worst kind of interspecies lesbian encounter possible. Talk about Close Encounters of the Worst Kind!
Incidentally, Close Encounters of the 1st kind: Sighting. 2nd Kind: Landing. 3rd Kind: Sighting of extra-terrestrials. 4th Kind: anal probing a la Whitley Streiber's Communion. And why do you think they do this? They do this to all kinds of creatures across the Universe, to test the suitability as a vector for reproduction. 5th Kind: Impregnation of human female wombs using ovipositor.
In Victorian times, male homosexuality was seen as the worse sin while female lesbianism was either tolerated or not acknowledged. But according to the Cosmic Rule of Interspecies female lesbianism is the more dangerous instinct. A male homosexual merely deposits sperm into the unfortunate recipient, like the Mugwump in Interzone, as William Burroughs alluded to. The mugwump was a "sexually ambivalent" extra terrestrial. But lesbianism followed to the Cartesian logical ultimate of interspecies play, is where the female of one species deposits the eggs into the almost custom designed female womb of another species.


Starseed. The un-immaculate conception.


Burroughs was, of course, a member of the illuminati and he had inside knowledge and what he was alluding to but did not want to mention directly was that the mugwump with its male to male contact dynamic was a indirect reference to female to female extraterrestrial impregnating a human womb. The illuminati spent over $150 million each for the Aliens movies.
When I was growing up, my stepmother and it was always her and never the adoptive father who used that particular Chinese swear phrase, "Ding nay gor fie!" Very loosely translated, it means "I want to press a stick against your prostate, or kidney or any of your viscera." or it could mean, "I want to press against the interior of your womb with my ovipositor." My stepmother was illuminati and she probably had inside knowledge.
What my stepmother was also referring to was dragons. The dragon lady. You know how the Chinese are obsessed with dragons. Dragons, ETs, tomatoe, tomato. She was referring to something that might soon be a central part of the future within this lifetime.
My adoptive father used other phrases that only he used and that my stepmother never used, namely "Dew nay loe moe gor hie." which means "Fuck your mother's vagina." That phrase is the lingua franca or the coin of the realm in the Chinese culture. You hear it everywhere!"


Burroughs Interzone, or Naked Lunch predated the Aliens movies. Burroughs had to tone it down from the premise of the Aliens movies which is a tone down of the Alien inserts ovipositor directly into vagina and pumps eggs into the female womb. Too sexual. The movie had to tone it down. Otherwise, the Alien is born in the belly as a baby to land on a humans face to reimpregnate the human a second time, which is totally redundant, but that was the mechanism they resorted to. No way Hollywood would green light the real version!


ETs are essentially invisible and holographic but they will enter into this physical World as a solid form for two reasons: Eating food, namely blood, and reproducing. ETs like us need to be born in this physical world first because this physical World is the foundry or the mold caster, then ETs die and flourish in the after life holographic dimension like they know they would. There are many species of ETs, the blood drinking ovipositor egg laying ones are only just one species. Illuminati, the powers that be, again, tomatoe, tomato.

Alien ovipositor.






Wow! An ET action figure with the head that pops down just like the girl's head popped down when she saw the ET!




"It's no fun being an illegal alien." Genesis


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Sunday, June 29, 2014



Bedbug

Four bedbugs were on a metal pan. They were big. Animals in the dreamworld are typically all Guiness Book of World record sized ones. PMH Atwater talked about the heavenly vibration. PMH has a PhD. WHAM! Make it big. In the dreamworld, all animals are big ones.

These bedbugs appeared in 8K HD.
I light a lighter right next to the pan.
The bedbugs curled up. In the dreamworld, lighters have a bigger burn radius. Guns have a larger muzzle flare. Bullets fly faster and hit harder in the dreamworld, or the other dimension.



Interpretation: I always quickly squish bedbugs between my fingers when I see them. And I made a cartoon about bedbugs:




The bedbug community is very concerned about me!



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Saddam Hussein

I was sitting at a table with some people. All of a sudden Saddam Hussein appears behind me. He appears to be in his late forties, tan, slightly sweating, slightly shiny skin. He has mostly black hair with some grey but he has white stubble. He was wearing a brown t-shirt with a design on it. His belly was showing, in some typically ragtag spectral way often seen on people and things in the afterlife or the other dimension state of dreams.
I say to him, "You look pretty good despite the fact you were shot."
He said, "What?"
I said,"Nothing."
He was hung, that's what I meant to say. Basically despite the fact that you are dead.
He had a certain vibe. He was not jovial or cheerful. He was somber, fascist, stern, a little bit mean. But he had a bit of an ambassadorial bearing that comes from his high political conditioning. He was someone who existed on quite a few levels above me; he was a head of state, for God's sake. Interesting that Saddam Hussein would visit me in a dream. He was hardcore Islamic. He certainly wasn't a Christian or Buddhist or anything like that.

Saddam Hussein then disappears. About a couple seconds later a member of his security forces shows up with a dog. It looked like a pitbull or bloodhound. The dog bites me on top of the right foot. It hurt. The security guy had to use an instrument that looked like a cross between a can opener and the claw edge of a hammer and hit the dog repeated on the back, you could see the individual bones of the ribcage contoured on the dog. The dog let me go.


Interpretation: Dogs are protectors. Dogs protect lost wanderers from accidentally wandering into the gates of hell. I am protected.
Also, the dog bit me on the Right foot. In Islam, the importance of this can not be overstated.
It was good that the dog did not bite me on the Left foot.
When I was teaching English in Thailand, one of the schools I taught at was a Muslim school in a Muslim district. On one particular day, the class lesson was the fingers and digits of the hand. Thumb, index, middle, ring, pinkie, et al. I was required to draw a hand on the chalkboard to illustrate. I was very careful to draw a right hand.
Coincidentally, that night, at a dinner with some neighbors, I was served a Muslim omelette for dinner.


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Friday, July 11, 2014, afternoon nap.

I was looking at a photograph of my father at work. Large grey brick walls. He was sitting at a desk with his hand in front of his face. He was wearing blue plastic paramedic gloves. I could tell it was him because I saw the top right corner of his head. At a desk behind him, there was a silver early 80s ghetto blaster that I found on the street but had thrown away earlier that day because it had a lot of cockroaches crawling out of it. Gloves, anything over the face is a sign of death. However it is blue gloves and not black gloves or a black veil as that would be really negative.

2014 FIFA World Cup palm over face meme. Jesus with the palm over the face statue.




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Chinese restaurant. Lunch buffet.