Tuesday, May 10, 2016
I am at a room with a door and shelf to the left, chalkboard in front, table to the right. A man, late 20s, a beatnik type, said, "They're talking about you in the film department. There's a real buzz about you. They like you."
When he said that, I moved away to the shelf. In my mind, I thought, " I thought they hated me. I thought they think of me as a drug addict."
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Wednesday, May 11, 2016
The restaurant was a dim grotto, an Italian restaurant kitchen with lots of wood furnishings, wine cask, dimly lit.
A waiter in a restaurant kitchen, singing "... like Shakespeare in love." A mention of Shakespeare in a dream. The 1st. The waiter who sang "....like Shakespeare in love." Was half black, half Spanish, thin, wiry, wearing a green v neck sweater, short crew cut fuzzy hair.
Could he be the same Westernized black man who asked me "Do you want to play tetherball?" at Victory Square on Cambie? There was a tetherball pole, rope and ball where the cenotaph usually was, a Westernized black man wearing a sports tank top asked me that. To be honest, I think he might have been Joe Fortes. That's in the dream world of course.
Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To dig the dust enclosed here. Blessed be the man that spares these stones, And cursed be he that moves my bones.
The restaurant was a dim grotto, an Italian restaurant kitchen with lots of wood furnishings, wine cask, dimly lit.
Shakespeare and the Italian connection. Shakespeare spent a lot of time in Italy. He writes about it in his plays. The movie Anonymous even talks about that. The Anonymous movie is bullshit. There was a real Shakespeare.
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Saturday, May 21, 2016
A lady says on her cell phone. "I'll be late coming home, I'm at a conference. She puts phone on table a big muscular evil cop, grey hair grey handlebar mustache, "Where do you think you're going, this is about to start."
A bunch of guys have their way with her. Look through a door window, right side towards me, guy on top of the girl his arms clasped in an inverted 'V' as he is vigorously pumping her.
Then look in on another door window, hospital, she is lying on her right side, blood and dirt smeared above right lip.
I can't make heads of tails of it. Why did I see that? What is the science behind the science behind the science of that?
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Sunday, May 22, 2016
Doing backflips well off of a circular structure.
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Wednesday, May 25, 2016
A moving cloth running fast. I thought was rabbit.
Turns out to be crab but even with it's head section broken off and eyes missing it still walked. It reminds me of a video that I saw on YouTube, not for the faint of heart, maybe photoshopped, a guy missing eyes and nose still lives. I guess he has no sinus congestion problems.
Then another room. A dragon fights an insectoid nymph. Very large. The dragon banishes the nymph.
The dragon's claw accidentally grazes my hand. The dragon says, "You don't die there. You die another day down here." An allegory to, you don't die up on that ledge in danger, you die another day in safety.
The dragon flies out of the huge crack along the floor to the right that he created banishing the nymph. The dragon yells, "The ignorance of fools endures!"
I see the top of a huge huge tent, sectioned, some arabs, or djinn in robes, tiny at a distance walking. They're my spiritual guardians. Indirect communication. They don't have to walking towards me, even walking away, they're letting me know that they're there. That they know that I know that they know that I know that they're there.
The dragon flies around very fast after jumping out. He appears to the left at a distance. His eyes are shaped like u's. Yellow. Caterpillar like.
I immediately teleport ahead to near the corner of the wall to the right. The dragon says, "Now someone brand me a president." Referring to me. I am immediately dressed in a pin striped tuxedo. Spectacular! The dragon in Desolation of Smaug yelling, as he is flying, "Now I am vengeance! I am death!!" He got that right! Or vice versa; Or I did. I incorporated that movie in my dream. It was a dark grey dragon.
The photoshopped guy still survives, because a crab could survive. A crab is an arthropod which is a primitive form of reptile and a reptile is a primitive form of mammal which is what humans are. Well, most humans, anyways.
Coincidence: May 27th, 1:30 am. A few minutes ago, I turned on to Entertainment Tonight and they were talking about a flying dragon bar.
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Friday, May 3, 2016
Dream voice: "If you want to access the actual World, you have to use the real World."
Interpretation: Learning about the dream World teaches you about the dream World. And vice versa.
"Good things come in invisible packages." Fortune Cookie
"All visible things must go beyond themselves and extend into the invisible." Tron
Our imagination flies. We are it's shadow on the Earth." Vladimir Nabokov
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A mean guy scolding me. Something to do with martial arts. He was in a washroom. He was holding his daughter. I didn't want to look into that bathroom. I averted my glance as he was talking.
Night. On a hill, Boundary and Hastings, a guy was yelling at me. Scolding me. Something to do with martial arts.
A different guy but equally mean. Prison bars to his right. He was sitting on a chair cross legged. Right leg amputated. Fuzzy black hair. Caribbean. Fuschia prison scrubs. He says, "If an Arab guy kills you, it wasn't me who hired him." Meaning it was him who hired him.
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Saturday, June 4, 2016
I saw my friend Don Lew, aka Bruce Lee. I haven't seen him in a long time. He was wearing a white tank top. I then play fought him.
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Sunday, June 10, 2016
In the office of a Police Chief. Not in trouble. I was looking down at an iPod that I had. I was seated in a chair next to a bookstand, windows with large vertical Venetian blinds behind me.
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