I am running from one room to another. In this other room, there is a bed, a closet full of clothes. Also, there is a hockey bag that doubles as an airport travel bag with handle and wheels. The bag is a Montreal Canadiens hockey bag. This is the second dream I had about Montreal. In another, which I describe earlier in this blog, I am overseas mulling over whether I should return to Canada. All of a sudden, the radio snaps on, "When I think about those nights in Montreal....." Gino Vanelli, the Canadian connection.
A hockey bag that doubles as an airport bag is like a violin that doubles as a gun.
I am at a rooming house for the night. It is the top floor, front room of the Afton Hotel, although it is located further up the street, where the Waldon Hotel would be. I am putting a new plant on the windowsill, indicated with an arrow. There are other plants there. There is a protective black wrought iron metal bar on the window as a support for the plants. There are two large beige curtains overhanging the window.
Across the street is the Vancouver Police station.
I am thinking, "I live across from the Police station, that means if I am toking, then they can see me through the window. I look across the street, but see nothing but ceiling lights. No cops looking out the windows at me.
But I also see a row of Police lockers, a double row, one on top of another. They have a greyish beige colour to them.
The Police station has that curious wine red marble with whitish streaks, reminding me of the fuschia sky and white clouds of death.
I saw the UFO outside the window of Golden Harvest theatre with the Vancouver Police station across the street as a backdrop behind the UFO. Seeing someone's shirt without seeing that person is a reference to that person. Seeing the Police station without the UFO in this case may be an oblique reference to it.
There is a Native guy walking down the street from left to right. I am thinking. "When I put these plants on the windowsill, it will give the street a forest effect to those walking below."
I am at a hospital. I've had many dreams about hospitals. In the dreams, that is the place where I am going to die. On this occasion though, an old lady with short permed hair walks into the room. I ask if I could give her a hug. She hugs me, but as she does, I sense that she usually doesn't hug just anybody as she is kind of strict, Catholic, but me, she would hug. She made an exception for me.
I was on the East side of South Granville St, around Granville and 11th, night. Police. They invite me on a ride along with a bunch of teenagers I was already with. There are two rows, one of top of another made of a fence netting, wrought iron, on top of the Police bus, kind of like those strange airplane patent designs where passengers sat on top of one another. I was on the top row.
There was a camera too. A swivelling automatically panoramic moving camera, kind of like the one on the Mars Rover, it looked towards the front and turned clockwise towards me and for a second, it recorded me, it was moving, swivelling, recording, and then the camera turned counterclockwise towards the front again, recording what was ahead of it.
And I noticed that a black Police drug sniffer dog was pulling the entire bus down the stairs on a leash! It was like no Police vehicle I ever seen.
I was playing hackysack perfectly in front of an old house. It was autumn sunset.
Then I teleported to the left side of the house where there were some demolished cars.
A 3rd World guy, slightly chubby, wearing a white polo shirt with a horizontal stripe design called me "a male prostitute". I didn't like that.
I teleported to just outside the fence. In the distance a group of peasants bent over working like in a French painting.
One of them was a blonde lady with straight long blonde hair. She was looking right at me! I telepathically inferred that she was very concerned about me.
Interpretation: They are the Police! U.C.s. In a different form for a different time, a different dimension.
I was at a kitchen getting my things together in my overnight bag.
I was at a high school gymnasium doing yoga perfectly. The expert asana.
I went and saw a swimming pool, posh, full of people, so inviting. *Note: I won't draw the people, just the pool, in this case picture a lot of people; a crowded swimming pool.
Then I was at a room where there were a bunch of drawers. The other drawers looked normal but two of them were green, had a yellow border and crowns painted on them. Someone was punching the drawers in with his fingers, including the top but not bottom of the green and yellow crowned drawers.
Green represents the Royal military.
I understood I was in a Royal place. I decided to go back to the swimming pool. There was a nightclub crowd like group of people leaving the swimming pool as I was heading towards it. Like the nightclub group in the Gold Room in the shining; nightclub crowd ghosts.
At the pool there was still a few people there. *Note: I won't draw the people, just the pool, in this case picture just a very few people.
I went in to the adjacent room. There was a pool table in the centre. A partitioned window, unbroken, on three sides, and a sumptious purple leather bench lining the windows.
I was taking off my socks getting ready to go into the pool, "I never been to a Royal place before. This is the real thing. This is major. I'll take a quick swim, but they're probably going to give us all the bum's rush at 5 in the afternoon."
I went back to the swimming pool room. There was a black wrought iron metal railing on the landing and below it, I saw a large bathtub, caked with black dirt at the bottom, not at all inviting. Then the swimming pool was transparent. All the blue dye was gone. It was a big swimming pool, with the water transparent, you could see the small white tiles lining the pool. The water was yellowish and brackish, pool scum was floating. Not inviting at all. I reflected on the nightclub crowd that left earlier. They knew the pool was clearing out like that. I should have followed them.
I grabbed my things from drawers in the room with the swimming pool. First from drawer 1, then 2, then 3.
Then I went back to that kitchen area. "It's time to go, son!" It was Martin Sheen's voice, but he was my father in the dream. I ran out. The trunk of the car was open for my things. Martin Sheen was standing beside the car.
Walking down an L shaped hallway in a Chinese restaurant. A Chinese guy with a mohawk is standing to the left. I avoid him sensing he's a Chinese gang member.
I turn the corner at the crook of the L shape going left and walk down a flight of steps thinking,
"The polite people in Hong Kong usually know how to and avoid gangsters."
I am in a customs hallway. I go to the one in the middle with the customs officer already there. At the customs booth. A customs officer said something about me having to wear a tank top. Then I pull out a ziploc bag with a very interesting Canadian coin. It's a rare $100 Canadian coin. It has two colors like a toonie. It is very thick in the middle part, the shape of a face. There is CANADA clearly written on the bottom of the center part.
It is nice on welfare day or pay day to have a dream about a great coin.
I had this dream right after I uploaded McDonaldland rebooted, my then newest cartoon. It had a depiction of Terence McKenna's D.M.T. clockwork elves, or aka mechanical elves. Maybe it was the mechanical elf aspect of the dreamworld that showed me this coin.
Dream: I visited my aunt and uncle. My aunt is a retired librarian. My aunt said to my uncle, "Did you tell him the news?" Then my uncle and I walked downstairs one flight. He then said, "Father died last year in January." Even though he didn't say 'Your father', I knew that was what he meant. All these years I could have called my adoptive father and I didn't and now he's dead.
Dream: I am in a strange kitchen of a house with stepmother, adoptive siblings. Adoptive father not there. Knock on the door. A massage therapist shows up. He is here to massage adoptive sister. Stepmother says, "I hope that he is really giving massage rather than just fooling around on the back for half an hour." Adoptive sister is hiding in room on bed under blanket. We find her. Massage therapist asks "Who is this?" referring to me. Stepmother says in her usual broken pigeon English, "He children friend brother." That means two things. He is my child, I once referred to myself as a friend when I called them on the phone, and I am a brother, adoptive brother, step brother, ostensible brother, whatever. And also that I could be a brother of a friend of adoptive siblings. Characteristically, or true to character, she shunted me into the lowest rank. I couldn't even be a friend of the children, but a brother of a friend of the children. Curious she didn't say friend of a friend of the children. Often it's what they don't say that's just as curious. Brother, obviously I figure into the schemata intensely as a brother. Brother isn't the best word. Brother has been used in such Satanic political catchphrases as Big Brother, etc.
Someone visiting to massage, that's very Oriental. Also sister getting massaged. That means sister is getting on in years. She's not as young as she used to be. The word massage in some Oriental languages is an idiom: pounding bones. Something usually associated with the old or the getting on in years.
Military round up. Me and a bunch of people including some women run into a bungalow type house. The house is messy but sparse, a few pieces of furniture strewn about. Cloudy day. Looking out the window I see troops, soldiers, running past. I hope they don't capture us, I thought, but sure enough, they come into the house and capture us. I run out, escaping. I say to the others, "When there's a military round up, it's best to run into a windowless room!" Certainly not the living room with windows while you are looking out and seeing them, they are looking in and seeing you.
I teleport to Thailand, it is an underground cave. I see a bunch of Thai Police. I want to tell them about the military invasion. I walk past them and see the abbot of Wat Th****** the one I know and recognize sitting on a leather couch. There is a coffee table in front of him. He is pissed. "Bow down to me!" I bow and he says, "Walk around the way you came and do it again!" I look at a statue to my right, against the wall. I say the words, "Galbaransingh, and Freemason." The abbot looks at me weirdly. I say the word George Baker. See, King George the 6th visited me in my dream. George Baker is code because either there is a 6 embedded in the capital letter B or else lower case b itself looks like the number 6. Just then I sense a guy behind me, he is holding a stick with a needle sticking out from it. I telepathically infer that he wants to stab that needle into the big round spinal bone that juts out at the level where the shoulders are parallel with the bottom of the neck, feel back there, it's there. Like Jet Li, Kiss of the Dragon, if that needle hit home, it would have devastated me. I turn around and grab his right wrist with my right hand. This is in a darkened room, darkened like a room would be darkened for a rock concert.
I teleport away, flying above some people sitting at tables. I say the word "Mason!" and throw a scrunched up piece of paper at them.
I meet up with another group of people. I tell them, I'm going to proceed. I look into a trunk and see my silver radio with the small blue ONN brand headphones which I was about to use but woke up soon after.
I don't know why I always have dreams of Thais and Thailand. I implicitly don't want to go there again. The only way I can avoid them is if I end my Earthly life. Or maybe they're planning to kill me. I mean, if they want to be the instrument of my death, why the delay, in the off chance that I could die in the meantime? If they were to kill me, in my case, it'd be a boon, since I'm often semi suicidal at the worst of times. There's every hope I could die of a heart attack or whatever. That would change the context. I wouldn't have to worry about going there anymore then, well I certainly wouldn't go there in this physical state.
I mean, really, if they were planning to kill me, what could I do about it?
Note: Mr Galbaransingh was my 8th grade French teacher. As you guessed it, he's East Indian or as they call them nowadays, South Asian. I guess I thought of that name or that word because it has a portentous mystical East Indian vibe about it. Almost like a talisman or protector.
Proviso: Keeping in mind that all dreams are weird, even irritatingly weird.
I was looking through the pages of a porno magazine. On one page, which contained 5 frames, there was a youthful looking granny, wearing very transparent peach colored silk. There was a lot of that. She was bent over, posing in various poses. In one picture she was lying on the bed with her knees up, her vagina clearly visible but looking spectral like a dried out fish.
In the last picture on the bottom of the page, she was lying down on her back but her skin was blue as if she were dead.
Interpretation: I look at granny porn. I admitted that. In about 50%, maybe 75% of the granny porn I look at, especially sometimes omageil, those grannies are dead. The porn industry is shameless about reusing porn featuring actresses who died. But one doesn't have to look at granny porn to see porn actresses who have since passed on, but it sure helps. In about maybe 4% of the porn featuring women in their 20s, they feature dead actresses. I heard of Tolkien's Armies of the Dead in Lord of the Rings but this is ridiculous. There are probably over a hundred if not a thousand Hollywood actors and actresses who have since passed on who still continue to entertain through blu ray and DVD movies.
Black lace is a symbol for the dead. Transparent peach colored silk is a symbol for female erotic sex, featured female based pornography, etc.
"Dreams reveal the forces behind life." Edgar Cayce
On a bus, sitting in the middle of the bus, on the left or port side of the bus, sitting at the window seat, the bus driving through Bangkok, through the window, I see that we are passing Nana Plaza, or Patpong plaza, some place with one of those particularly shaped signs. The British expat I talked about is sitting directly in front of me. He is wearing an olive green, grey wire knit sweater, some black fleck patterns on the sweater. I only see the back of his head, his big British head. I crane my arm back my left hand curled in a fist. I'm thinking of punching him in the back of the head. For some reason, someone is sitting next to me the whole time, my spiritual guide because he says, "I don't know if you want to do that." So I don't punch him.
If he did to others what he did to me, I think a lot of people hate him. I don't think this about everybody, too.
I reflected on the dream later on in the day, I thought, "I didn't know that I hated him that much!" I told my girlfriend about the dream. She said, "You must really fucking hate that guy!" I don't like him, that's for sure. I don't look at his website, ever and never will ever again, not even for a fraction of a second, not even once every ten years.
I'm not legally required to look at his website. If there was a law that said I had to look at his website that means a quorum of legislators would have to had drafted a bill, even a private member's bill, and at one point, they would have discussed that expat: "Who are we talking about? Someone in our league? No, just some fly by night drifter who would consider himself lucky to get any job there. After working all month, he doesn't even make the amount of money someone on old age pension in Canada gets."
I don't care if he dies, just as he wouldn't care if I died. If he died, why should I care? It's not like I killed him. If he dies, it'll be for his own reasons.
The last time I saw that guy was in the early 2000s. It's like this is 1985 and I'm talking about someone I last talked to in the early 70s. Or it's 1975 and I'm talking about someone I last saw during the early 60s.
Ha ha, if I'm having these kinds of dreams about him, that means chances are, a bunch of other people are too.
I was crouching beneath a half sized table draped over with a tablecloth looking into a kitchen. It is night outside. There is a large flourescent light on the ceiling lighting the room. There was a sink to the left with a small window with a curtain above that sink. It goes to an L shape and the cupboard extends into that L shape. There is a hallway to the right. There is a couple. I am thinking, "I am 16 right now. Why don't I go up North and work as a cook? I don't need my high school degree, it's useless." I emerge from under the draped small table and go into the kitchen and tell the couple about my decision to go up North.
Interpretation: Watch out for areas like under chairs, or especially tables with a tablecloth draped over it, or closets with a curtain over it. Ghosts often like to use areas like that to hide and observe.
I was then at a McDonald's kitchen. It was so vivid the floors had a shine, the orange tiled floor.
I really thought I was there. I said, "I am here now," and telling the co workers around me, "I had a dream I was working here! In the dream, I stood here, and here." They gave me a blank but ultimately benign look, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with me. And I asked them to hand me the silver funnel used to make pancakes and also the spatula.
Just then, the cook who used to work at the restaurant I worked at up North, Joe, he brushed past me. He touched me on the upper arm, the deltoid with the back of his hand as he walked past, in a hurry as ever. I said, "Sorry, Joe." but he didn't hear me.
Running through an alley in Bangkok. Night. Someone is chasing me. I run through the alley and then turn through any doorways, any openings I see, I turn left then left then left then right then right then left then right then right then left, that kind of thing. Sometimes while turning I see crates or someone working at a kitchen, chopping up food.
Interpretation: Dreams teach you things. When running through an alley and being chased, don't just run through the alleys, turn many times at random points, any openings, not just 3 or 4 times but up to 20 times or more. This is almost tradecraft. Laura Linney used that word in the movie Breach.
A couple of days ago, I had a really good dream. I saw King George the 6th. I was sitting at a round table, Outdoors, English garden. To my right, a whole group of them. A Royal Family. Seeing ghosts of that is better than seeing a Blue Whale.
Then a figure walked and then standing to my right was King George the 6th.
I looked at up him and said, "Wow!"This is really the historical figure! This guy is majorly! I thought.
He looked just like that, but wearing a white military uniform.
He was then talking to someone beside me. I was thinking of saying something to him, but thought, with those people, you don't talk to them, they talk to you.
Then I saw the group, the Royal Family, teleported to my left, there was a fountain and to a bit of a distance, a Church. It was a typically cloudy British day, white clouds, like cream in tea. You know what it means when you see someone like that in a dream, it means I'm set for life! I did something good. It was that article I wrote about how we don't move forward through time, but are accessing codes from the present, past, and future as we go along. etc. For all of it. When someone like that appears, it means you are important, that you may not be aware of your full influence.
This must be the Royal Family that I saw.
Tomar-Re: The ring chose you. It wouldn't have done so if it hadn't seen something in you.
Hal Jordan: Oh, yeah?
Tomar-Re: Something you yourself don't yet see. The ring never makes a mistake.
The day before the dream about King George the Sixth. I'm keeping score.
In a doorway, stood the Prince in a hallway. There was an royal aide to his right.
I immediately bowed down, I would've been looking at his shoes at that point. I get up and I say, "Thank you, Sir."
He appears to be about 22 years old and he wrinkles his brow slightly, looking at me quizzically, a young man from a very rich boarding school looking concerned about something. It is as if he was saying, "I know you mean well, but Sir isn't exactly the right word to say." Then he and his aide turn to the right and they walk away.
Almost as if to confirm this, a few months later, I saw an video about a psychic medium named Kendra Elise who in an EVP session, addressed Lady Diana as Princess Diana. The Princess Diana EVP was somewhat irate and said, "It's your Majesty." She even repeated that, "What did I just tell you?"
1st dream. Diana. Wearing a pink dress. Wearing a tiara. Pink is a sublimated form of red. Welsh red dragon. Princess of Wales.
2 dream. Queen Elizabeth as she appeared in the 50s wearing white and a small diamond crown. It was the same building complex.At first I drew her dress as blue, but I think it's white. Anyways, it's whatever color the QE in the display at the Dawson Creek Museum gift shop is not.
Pink dot: Diana. Blue dot. Elizabeth. Other dots, me.
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Friday, January 6, 2017
Great dream. Night time. I was doing something and then I was sitting at a table. Prince William to my right, window behind him. If he was facing North, I was facing East.
Then Prince Harry adjusted the collar of my shirt at the back.
I saw Princess Kate to my left. She was wearing a long pink trenchcoat, overcoat buttoned, business-like, representing authority. To my surprise, she gave me a hug. She was thin.
Then behind me, there was a line up. Still behind me, the line up would have ended to my left. If I'm facing it, the end of the line up is to my right. Two lines. One lining up to meet Queen Elizabeth to the left, Prince Philip to the right. She was wearing a white diamond crown tiara and white robes and blue dress. I butted in line and was able to meet Queen Elizabeth. I wanted to meet her because she is the majorly one.
Then to the left of that line up, QE and PP teleport. A half open door, like the one Andrea Perron was behind in the past reincarnation scene of my cartoon Ghostseekers 3. A kitchen was behind them. Queen Elizabeth to the left again, Prince Philip to the right. Both times, Prince Philip was obscured, I couldn't see him behind the heads of the people lining up to meet him. But I saw Queen Elizabeth! She was wearing a light blue-green jacket.
For some reason I had black gloves on. The black gloves I found on the street the week the Royals visited last September.
I extended my hand to shake Queen Elizabeth's hand. She ripped the black glove off my hand and just threw it down on the ground! She then shook my one right hand with both of her hands! As I walked away, I looked. She smiled at me and made a comical face. I thought her smile left me with a song in my heart. I remembered at the time, a lady on YouTube who said she met the Queen. The Queen corrected her about something and then she was able to meet her!
I walked away. Then I turned to my right. Cloudy day. Dark, cloudy day light streaming in through office windows. A room to the left.
In the room was Michael J Fox as an office clerk, moving boxes around.
I told him that I met the Royal family. I sensed he met them before some time ago. He was wearing a long sleeve white shirt and blue jeans.
I made it back to where I was staying. I thought, why not go back and meet Prince Philip? They're probably gone, but there's still a chance. Saw them earlier and decided to go back for more. I was trying to run to get there, but for a minute, I was running on the spot, moving fast, but not getting anywhere.* I went to a park with a circular track. It was dusk getting dark.
Two lines of young boys, aged 18, speaking some African or Arabic language were yelling. Prince William was there. Then they were all jogging together on the track, counterclockwise. Prince William was in the vanguard. He was wearing a dark blue v-neck sweater, as he had earlier in the dream.
At this time in the dream, it was night time and then I saw in the park too, a few Police Officers. Two in light blue, two in dark blue and one plain clothed. I sensed they were his secret security protection. They didn't seem to really care at all that I was there.
Then I wake up. Fresh with the dream, I go and look out the front window of my apartment. I see a lady wearing a long white trenchcoat. Royal white. Long Royal table. Royal pin. Then I see a Police van with number 1147 on top. 11 means illuminati. 47 is the date I had the dream of King George the 6th. April 7th, 2015. That's why the Police department of my town is one of the best anywhere.
Illustrations for this will appear eventually. Don't worry, the very specific images are seared on my mind.
Today, I visited the Royal BC Museum. I saw a picture of Queen Victoria and her family on the wall. As I stood in front of the picture, I adjusted the back of my jacket like Prince Harry adjusted the back of my shirt. There must be entities who can know what people saw in the dreams. If 'The Watchers' were watching then they knew exactly what I was doing.
Just now, when I stopped typing this, I looked at the clock: 12:47 pm. That number 47 again.
* Like the dream of Wednesday, January 4th. I was on a field trip. I go West and down a slight hill and into an old Western pharmacy or something like that. Vertical white wooden slats make up the interior. Real 1800s Western style. A bunch of Natives are in there. I sense they're hostile. I grab a gun to attack one, to pistol whip him with the butt of the gun. He blocks my hand. On the table is a Native wearing one of those buffalo horn hats with fur. A high ranking one. He is lying on the table putting two big black eagle claws one in each hand, like large thorns and in single out to in motions, into each of his pectoral muscles like Richard Harris in A Man Called Horse. There was blood spraying. Real Bone Tomahawk stuff. I decide to go back.
I go to that hill again. But there it's a hill of snow covered logs. I try to run over the snow covered logs, but I'm running on the spot, not moving. I sense one I get over the hill, I go a slight distance and then catch the bus that will eventually bring me back to this town, this World, this dimension. Look at the dates of the dreams. I had this dream two nights before the big Royal dream. Snow covered logs. Snow covered white, logs, long Royal pins.
There was a scene in Game of Death starring Bruce Lee which featured a log. This scene was deleted. Log represents the long vanished Chinese Monarchy.
Strange dream. In a room, an internet computer cafe room with a lot of black guys.
One white guy approaches me and hand me a receipt, two receipts, small, long white cashier check out style receipts, one stapled on top of another. He tells me, "That $10 advance cell phone call that you made costs $140 in service charges." I was billed $150. The lightsaber I want costs $150.
Then I see the black guys I was in the room with. They are in a prison van going from right to left. I look in the bars as I am holding a wrench key that I found and yell this to them, especially one really big burly black guy. "I found this wrenchkey. I can use it like a hammer to kill you!" So vivid, I felt myself partly awake and holding my hand up and saying those words aloud in my sleep.
Sometimes I have kind of bad dreams, but then sometimes, as you can see, I have some really good ones.
Early morning hypnagogic voice. Night time in a French village. A knight on a horse says, "Le Roi! something something something." The way he said Le Roi wasn't like "Le wuhar" like I expected, slow. He said, "Le Roi!" Loudly, sharply, like when Bruce Lee says "Wah!" "Le Wah!"
Outside of a park. There are tall hedges but between the hedges there is an opening. Queen Elizabeth is there with me. She is standing to my left. She says, "If you want to do something, you have to do it quickly." Moving quickly, she walks ahead of me as I watch. She is wearing a turquoise sweater jacket and skirt. There are soldiers in the park, in the distance. Illustration to follow.
This is the 2nd time in 2 nights in which I had a dream which Queen Elizabeth appeared.
Look, Precursors: Tuesday: Le Roi. Wednesday, White logs. Also long vertical white slats in Western saloon, another sign of Royalty. Subtle but there. Thursday, long white receipts,
Actual event: Friday Royal dream,
Closing event: Saturday, another Royal dream but the Royal is walking away.
Disclaimer: I hesitate to write about this. I don't want to be thought of as crazy. People who talk about these kind of things are soon met with the people with the long white coats and the butterfly nets.
I will write about it, I don't know about drawing pictures right away. Drawing pictures is a very time consuming process. I took a day and a half to draw pictures denoting the dreams of one night. This takes away from my cartoon animation time. I will write this and see if it passes the litmus test of resonance and ring of truth. I'd be willing to undergo a polygraph test.Besides, I'm sure some people would want to hear about this. These are almost the last people I'd expect to see in a dream. I would have thought that I'd dream of STAR WARS and lightsabers. Here goes:
"Review the hell out of this movie." YouTube comments
I try to draw pictures of dreams in POV or point of view, that is, my POV. It has more resonance. Dream pictures where I'm trying to draw showing me where I am in the scene. That should be inferred with POV.
When I saw this, I remember thinking, Here it is again. In a room like the one in Trading Places, with the pictures on the wall of Alexander Hamilton, JP Morgan, etc. A line of people are forming a square, a perimeter leaving a space between them and the wall. Through an open door, Queen Elizabeth and Philip walk through, walking clockwise. Queen Elizabeth is in full splendour, robes, dress, crown, sceptre, all of it. Prince Philip was wearing a dark military uniform, I didn't get a good look at him. They exit through another door. They entered through the North open double doorway nearer the East wall, they exited through a open double doorway on the East Wall, door nearer the South Wall.
In a room. Prince Harry is to the right, standing on a platform next to a fireplace that has no fire. He is about ten. He is wearing a dark blue boarding school blazer and shirt and tie, dark blue pants. Now this part gets kind of weird. I am standing next to him, as depicted in the illustration, the 'x' closest to him. He is crying, saying how he always wants to do good but sometimes bad things happen. I say to him, it's important to be a little bit bad during the times you got to defend yourself. I was conscious of standing near him too long as there was a couple seconds pause where neither of us said anything. I don't want to stand next to anybody at all for no reason so I quickly distanced myself. I stood for a moment where the 'x' is a distance away from him. I sensed there is a guard standing near him. I was standing there at the 'x' mark farthest away from him, looking out the window, on to the street.
Patterns of hesitation and avoiding in the personality survive into the other dimension.
I go into a crowded English pub. Dark brown woodwork. Then in the midst of the crowd, at an L shaped table next to a wall, I see Queen Elizabeth with Prince Philip. She is to the left as usual. She is wearing a green-blue pullover. She makes a comical face, almost the same as the one in the other dream, the mouth forming a small 'o' for just a second. I look, but conscious of not wanting to just stand around and gawk, I leave quickly.
Next I go into a dining room, Prince William and Prince Harry are sitting at a table together, Harry is grown up in this segment of the dream. They are sitting next to large windows. I decide to sit at one of the tables. All the tables in this dining room are small white round tables. There is a table next to the Princes in which a lone Frenchman is sitting. The French Jesus? At first I thought I'd walk to a table with him being between me and the Princes, which would be sitting to the left, but he nudged in a way that let me know I could walk in a path with me being between him and the Princes. I did that.
I sat and there was Kate sitting at the table with another person, unidentifiable. Years later I realized that this must be Princess Meghan! Princess Kate was wearing a white blouse with black flower designs on it. She looked a bit authoritarian but there was a gentleness about her. I felt that I wanted to leave. I didn't want to sit there too long and stare. Just then, as if reading my thoughts, a secret security guard motions me from a distance, "Come here."
I go to another room for a second.
I return to another room, a dining room similar to the one I was just in, but this was on a boat. Prince William was there wearing a broad yellow and black striped polo shirt. Horizontal stripes. He said, "We could take you back downtown on the boat with us." Just then, I saw Justin Trudeau wearing a long sleeved white shirt, no jacket and a broad yellow striped and thin black striped tie and he was motioning to me to follow. But before I could go with them, two secret security guards swept me, in an up and down motion with some kind of sensor machine.
Usually these machines make some kind of slight electronic whoop whoop sound,
but this one was silent. They said that I was clean, cleared. I was thinking a microthought, I'm glad that I didn't even have a joint on me or anything. But I usually don't, even in real life, so why would I now?
Downtown. The view from the boat.
I run following the two guards, there is a brick tenement building to the right, a wooden fence to the left and a sort of ditch.
Then I am in some kind of kitchen room, knowing that I had a dream of the Royals and trying to recall it, drawing a picture in the air with my finger of the things I saw, clothing, etc.
Then I was in a room with a lot of people. A small silver, glass television as on the floor. The News was on, I think they were talking about the Royals.
That's at least 2 dreams of the British Royal Family in 4 days. I didn't think that it would happen this often. I woke up this morning, thinking, "Again! That's amazing! I didn't think I'd see them again so soon and so vividly."
This dream happened on January the 9th. Years later I found out that this is Princess Kate's birthday!
Today I went on a walk. Beneath the 'Prince of Whales' sign, I found a white down filled vest. Of course I scooped it for myself! Royal white.
I thought it was nice, but very surprising that Princess Kate hugged me in the last dream. I was somewhat relieved she didn't hug me in this dream, so I don't have to expect that. Princess Kate is tied to forces like the Police, the government, the military, authority, all that good stuff. I'd feel less nervous about hugging a Police chief. As major and portentous as any problems with the Police is, one would get into less trouble for that than something involving a Royal. I'm happy I had the dream, but a little bit scared too, come to think of it. A healthy reverential kind of fear.
Another baffling this is that I'm Asian. I thought that They would only appear to White people in dreams.
I heard a Police Officer on television say, "Tell us what you think you saw and include any details, even those you might not think are important.
This blog. It is meant to be a semi-private journal.
If I was to be locked up, they should have done it years ago. Then I would have done myself in years ago. It would have saved me from a lot of grief. It would have saved me from all this. I'll revert this to draft if I ever get the jitters about this.
Vague, nebulous, hypnagogic voices don't count. I want lucid images seared into the brain that couldn't be ignored even if you wanted to. A train of images, boxcar, boxcar, boxcar, boxcar. Otherwise, this one doesn't count.
Again. Last night. Every time I have a dream of someone political or Royal, I think that I'm not dreaming but must be awake watching a television show.
I was in a white ornately carved open stagecoach, more like lying down on the bottom of a white ornately carved cart, perhaps a coffin. I could see the walls of the stagecoach around me. "King Evu.", I think to myself. King Edward? Then I turn right along a brick building wall. There is a door at the end of the building. Then I turn left. There is a gate and a castle to the right. Then coming the other way, were two crowned heads sitting in front of also an all white stagecoach. The crowned heads were silhouetted, but looked old. King George 6th and Queen Mother Elizabeth! But I knew it wasn't the modern ones. It happened so fast but I will illustrate it, immediately. Too strange not to. I was half awake when I had this dream, making a "wuh wuh" sound, half asleep. I was trying to say, "What. Again?!" But couldn't. Simply couldn't. I also went through some sleep paralysis last night but I'm all right now. Why them? Why me? I used to have dreams about famous people like this maybe once every few months. It's been every day now.
Sleep paralysis. I went through a death of some sort. That's why I was able to see those people who died.
"Slip SLIDING away. Slip SLIDING away... I knew a man, in my home town. He wore his passion for his woman like a thorny CROWN."
Paul Simon
There is a scene in the movie Killer's Kiss. It's a Stanley Kubrick movie. The main character has a dream sequence where he is racing down the streets of New York at night. It is filmed in negative print imagery. That'll do it.
One other thing, I'd never send these celebrities any letters saying I saw them in a dream. Hopefully they don't know about this blog. It's what. Like finding a pin in a haystack.
I never wanted to have this dreams. If this leads into trouble, then I'll have to revert this entire blog post to draft.
There's more pictures and one more story. I'll release it over the next few days. It's crazy enough as it is.
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From a dream I had years ago, I recognize the brick building and the path and the hedges. I've been inside that building before and Queen Elizabeth was there. Then I was walking outside that building.
One more gem from years ago. I met Prince Harry as a 12 year old before. The dream a few days ago wasn't the first time I met Prince Harry as a child in a dream. There was some ruins, a ruined English church it looked like. Prince Harry was there, red hair, blush and dark blue wire knit sweater. Then I go to a place near that, I'll illustrate this all tonight, just 3 pictures. There is a long old black car. A nice one. Then the British Royal family, one after the other like clowns leaving a clown car in a circus all leave that black car. A cloudy day; weather, atmospherics.
I found out recently the significance of this dream. Ruins. Prince Harry. His namesake King Harold was killed at a Church that looked like this one, Church or castle when an arrow hit him.
This part not that distinct. Hypnagogic sentences. I sense there was a lady in a black tennis suit next to me on a field. Hazy.
I think about anti wrinkle cream, I use oil of olay or dove or ginseng. Then the lady says, and this part was distinct:
"My source is Beauty Queen." It was distinct because I shuddered. For a second after she said that, it didn't register yet. Then a second later, I thought, she said Beauty Queen. Queen. I didn't ask her to say that. There it is again!
Cue the music... Canada Film Board, Wildlife Moments. Cue the music...... Royal Moments.
There are forces for sure who know I had this dream. Maybe not of this dimension. This is to let them know that they know that I know that they know of this.
This is the kind of thing that I think most people could neither believe nor disbelieve. Either way they win. If they believe it, then they are learning about a branch of science. If they don't believe it, they walk away with a nice short story.
One more story. A few years ago, I had a distinct but fleeting dream of Prince William. He was in a ski suit and had what seemed to be snow on his nose. The nose is a prominent Royal feature. There was a famous widely seen painting of a Monarch overseas in which sweat was dripping off his nose. The nose is the Royal pin, the long table of Royalty. And snow, Royal White. When the Royals visited this city, I was in WalMart and there was a snow movie, a Warren Miller kind of ski movie and I went to the television to look and I was thinking of that dream as I watched the television. There was an old couple watching me do this and they seemed to read my mind. Again, whether you believe this story or not, either way, you'd probably say, "Don't ever give up that imagination." Either way, you win.
There is a difference between a hypnagogic vision and a hypnagogic hallucination. A hypnagogic vision is a vision in which the setting is somewhere else usually at another undefined time. A hypnagogic hallucination is one in which the vision takes place right in the very room you are sleeping in and in real present time. At the time, you fully see and recognize the room you are in. A hypnagogic auditory hallucination could include the laughter of children sounding like a running brook. A hypnagogic hallucination could be that of some flesh colored gnomelike thing sitting on one's solar plexus, with sharp teeth, hissing and breathing fire. All of the above, the laughter of children and the gnome sitting on my breastbone. I as it opened it's mouth and breathed fire, I instinctively knew to reach up and push up with the palm of my hand hard against the bottom of it's chin, forcing it's head upward. Then it disappeared. It was so real I felt and knew that my physical arm was moving up towards it at the time.
Try not to think of it, try not to think of it, ugh! Mucked up again! Hey, I didn't ask for that so specific vision. I dozed.
I had an intense dream of a Chinese Emperor years ago. He was stoutly figured, wearing an all red robe, and a red hat with those Chinese wings or deer antlers. He at first appeared small in the distance, in a courtyard. Anyways, I'll draw it exactly as I saw it in my cartoon Ghostseekers 3. I'll incorporate that into the cartoon so seamlessly it'd be like a secret hidden in plain sight. That will be the crowning centerpiece of that cartoon. The Ghostseekers visit Beijing and the Forbidden. City. I got quite a story planned and like the last cartoon, it will take about a year to complete.
If I have any more, I'm going to start another page. This page is getting too long. The number of stories that I have although plentiful are finite. There isn't any more than this. Royal dreams. Maybe a few more, but I'll never tell them. Why bother? Too nebulous and/or weird. I have a hard time not thinking that I'm not nuts because of all this as it is. People got to go out of their way to see this. As long as I'm not advertising this in any way, and I'm certainly not sending a letter to any celebrities. "I had a dream about you." Yeah, right. "Sure, you and millions of others. We only have your word on it." Why would Mother Nature give us something so intense, so lucid, so specific as dreams while at the same time providing no way to prove or disprove them? Answer: any dream a person has is a gift to them exclusively.
One more thing, if I'm ever sent away because of this, I'll let you know where I am. You'd all be invited to visit yours truly at the Mental Hospital.
Ultimately, like Shakespeare said, this is 'All sound and fury signifying nothing.' Does it mean that I'm planning to visit England? What. On my dime? Wind up going there with just $50 in my pocket? Uh, no. Do I think I'd ever go there in the future? Through what vector? I don't have the kind of money to do anything like that. I don't see that I ever would. The way I see it, I'm probably going to stay in this town for the next 20 - 30 years. I could do that.
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to endless night
Auguries of Innocence, William Blake
King Tut gold mask. My painting. Acrylic on paper, 2008.
"When I was a young man, I never thought I'd see, That people all would line up just to see the boy King, King Tut," SNL
In Ancient Egypt, people probably had dreams of Royalty, dreams of the Pharoahs. In Mexico, they called their Royalty not Kings and Queens but serpent Gods. I once had a dream where I saw a backpack in the form of a pig, this backpack then turned into a long black but multicolor spotted snake with green scales. This is Quetzacoatl. The Serpent God. A sign of Royalty.
The long table of Royalty, the pins of Royalty are really just a symbol for the long serpent. There is a species of extraterrestrial that comes to Earth in serpent shaped ships, according to YouTube.
When Adam and Eve were tempted, the serpent is a metaphor for Royalty. The serpent said to Adam in a roundabout way, "Your life is going to change, you are going to experience depths greater than you ever felt before as well as high joys you have never experienced before. You will be tested. This is to prepare you for your destiny which is Royalty."
forbidden apple - orb
serpent - scepter
House of Slytherin, Harry Potter.
Zechariah Sitchin talked about the Babylonian and Sumerian Serpent Gods.
The version most people perceive is that the snake was a devil involving the demotion of man. Why would God create something and then demote it, that's working backwards. The elites perceive that the snake was a sigil of Royalty there to promote mankind. It's all about promotion.
One more thing. The dream of the pig backpack turning into Quetzlcoatl, that happened on such and such a street, and right next to Dairy Queen too, I won't say the name of the street. That street was near where my friend Albert lived about 40 years ago now. Albert is the formal first name of King George 6th who visited me in my dreams twice. How could he visit me? How would he know me? He died about 65 years ago.
The serpent of course represents a wormhole, used to travel to other planets, other dimensions, the Royal highway of interplanetary and interdimensional travel.
Time can be likened as a serpent. Viewed from one side, the front, it looks like a dot, the sitting in a chair with virtual reality glasses on. Viewed from another side, the side, it looks like a long line, the linear 'arrow of time', time track aspect of time.
Therefore, teleportation is a kind of time travel. Time travel is a kind of teleportation.
The cause and effect of you
Has brought new meaning
In my life to me
Serpentine Fire, Earth Wind and Fire
Mandarin was the Imperial or Royal language of China. Compared with Cantonese, it is very high, shrill sounding, with a lot of sibilant 's's. These are similar to the sounds of a snake. Like parsil tongue of the House of Slytherin.
Within the body, there are mostly tubes, or snakes. Blood vessels, the viscera, the alimentary canal, all serpentine.
Another thing occured to me. Dreams are a lifelong tendency. One dreams pretty much the same kind of dreams year after year with the same frequency. Maybe I had Royal Dreams even when I was a teenager but I didn't know it. But maybe some people around me at the time knew it.
Hypochondria and an overactive imagination. What a winning combination. In baseball, that's be known as a double play.
Why did Royalty appear to me in dreams. Because, it detected me.
Psychic James Van Praagh said that he got spirit messages from Elvis who said that his fan's appreciation and love for him and his music had raised him to an advanced level in the afterlife that he didn't feel that he deserved. I must thank my fans for their appreciation of my work, the cartoons, the writing, for bringing me to this level, to the level where even Royalty would visit me in my dreams.*
*Adventures of the Soul. James Van Praagh. p. 77
