Sometime in 2015
I'm in a room facing a chalkboard. "Drugs illegality is a form of Naziism." Then I turn around. A bunch of Police Officers enter the room.
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Friday, August 12, 2016
At a fountain waist high, white with statue on it, next to some hedges, was a blonde girl. Cute. I was interested.
I asked her "What's your name?" "Claire." She said, she looked young, about 21.
Then a guy with sandy blonde hair arrives with a lady with long dark hair. They go into the apartment behind the hedges. As they enter the apartment, the guy says, "We're going to make some babies."
The blonde girl was there instantly, following them into the open door, she say, "I want to help."
All this was too much for me. I ran away, the other way. I didn't do a double take or look back. That's the way I am in waking life. I don't eye gamble. Especially when I'm not really into younger ladies, per se. I'm really into older women. I heard them, this is normal in the dream world, you can really pick up on the telepathy of others.
Blonde woman, Claire: There he goes
Guy: He's in a hurry to get his book written.
Dark haired woman: Nobody's writing a book about him.
I run away thinking, why did Claire bother to say that she'd help. She was just throwing something up just to trip me up, just to fuck with my head.
I am angry. I want to avenge. I want to attack that guy. I look for him in a hall with a lot of people. I pick up a couple of weapons. I want to hit the back of his head with the claw edge of a hammer! I go around, doing these moves with the 2 sticks that I pick up, moves like Chris Farley and the two sticks in Beverly Hills Ninja. I hear a voice say, in Cantonese, "Moe leen hoong sow, Kuen sow goon gwun." Now normally, I speak grade 5 level Cantonese. That was grade 10 level Cantonese, a vocabulary which complexity is a level above colloquial, what I usually speak.
Moe leen hoong sow = martial arts assassin
Kuen sow goon gwun = kung fu champion.
More: Hoong sow means empty hand. Kuen sow means hand in a fist. Put them together and it's the sun and moon sign, the hand signal greeeting sign of the Ming Dynasty. How significant it was that this phrase occured in my dream!
There was a lot of people in the room, but one person was a Chinese Buddhist monk with a shoulder robe sitting at a table, with other people.
I go into these rooms, don't worry, I'll include the illustrations later. I see a bunch of people sitting at a table. I see a blonde girl at the table who looks a lot like Claire, but taking a closer look, it definitely isn't her. I go into another room next to it. I can't find that guy. Oh well. Dream over.
Follow up: I told my girlfriend about this dream in detail this morning. Then, walking in the hall of my apartment, someone left a MAGNASONIC television in the hall. MaGNasonIc = MGNI = Ming. I'm keeping score!
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Saturday September 3, 2016. Daytime. Royal visit. King and Queen. Long table. Spirit guide to my right. King seated at head of table to my left. A plate of goldfish, that is orange rice tapioca cakes cut into the shapes of fish. King wearing white military uniform with gold and black epaulets and snack plate. King jostles me, pats me on upper arm then softly elbows me as he laughs softly, ha ha ha. The Queen wearing purple seated to his left says, "Scoop him some rice." In another dream she said of me, "He looks skinny." Rice pot at other end of table. I walked over to scoop some rice for myself. When I walked back towards the head of the table, the Queen was still there but the King had gone.
Also looking for my friend who is holding on to my Raider of the Lost Ark cards.
"In the rivers there are fish,
In the fields there is rice."
Sunday, September 4, 2016
Night time. At a bridge in Burnaby. I think I have $5.00 which is enough for a $2.50 trip from Burnaby to Downtown Vancouver and $2.50 for a trip from Downtown Vancouver on the Seabus to North Vancouver. I would otherwise need another $2.50 but I think that once I get to Lonsdale Quay, I would walk up a few blocks and then turn right. That should take me to Oak Bay, Victoria then I can find my way back to my apartment from there. Maybe I can get my cousin Tom to give me a ride.
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Monday, September 5, 2016
Flying down a hill perfectly. Trees. I'm holding a long balloon lengthwise at the ends. I'm holding the balloon horizontally but as I fly between trees, I hold the balloon vertically, something I learned from a previous dream, seeing an airplane do that. I fly down into a crowd of people. I hear the song Rock With You, from Michael Jackson. Someone on the loudspeaker says to stop flying. I continue flying turning right between two buildings.
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Wednesday, September 7, 2016
I grab two rolled up magazines holding them in either hand, reverse hand like Starkiller in STAR WARS. I do a backflip perfectly on a pile of mats on a porch. I think, I finally did it, I did the backflips perfectly. A spirit or person standing to my right looks at me sternly as if to say, "You don't realize you're dreaming right now, do you? You still haven't done the backflips perfectly in the physical world."
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September 29, 2016
Looking at a picture of a business card online. Then someone appears and says someone called Howard didn't like me posting that card online. He said I should remove it.
I teleport to some place. Then that guy appears again, he looks 30, crew cut, tan, stubble. Police. He said to me "Howard is in the other room online. Do you want to talk to him?" I disappear. I thought of posting a copy of that card online and emailing a copy of it to the Police station.
In a hallway, he tells me. "The other people who did that, we killed them; they were killed the next morning as they were kneeling on the ground and singing."
I wake up in my room. There is a nurse there. Blonde curly shoulder length hair, slim, about 45, wearing all white.
I leave the room and go just outside the room. There are railings there. She wants to inject me with a drug. I say no! "I'm legally permitted to refuse medication." She says just a little bit, it won't hurt. She injects a little into my hand. I run into the hallway. Then through the open door of my room the nurse says, "Just a little more." Pricks my hand with needle for just an instant. "There, it's done!"
I run out. I turn left at a corner in the hallway. Then I turn left again outside in a court yard, building corner, small fence, like the schoolyard in the movie The Exorcist. My lower left face is swollen from the needle. I am flying now going West on Hastings, on the North side of the street. I fly towards a Police station, Main ST Vancouver Police Station. There is a crowd of people outside. I push through.
Inside there are 3 police officers, far left, then center, then far right. The center and far right lines were taken up. People waiting in line were bouncing a basketball as there was a Community Center gymnasium next to the Police Station. The desk Officers seemed to like the sound of the bouncing basketball as it seemed to enhance the scene.
The far left Police Officer was an East Indian lady, young. I talk to her and tell her all that happened. That Police guy is there too as I'm talking to the East Indian lady.
I am brought to a room. A bunch of people are sitting around a table, pointing to a large rectangular white map sitting centered on the table. "Those who have a lot should keep what they have but those who have very little should throw away everything they have?"
Interpretation: I have said at length that those who are poor are just as well off dead. Bad life = bad energy. Why not overdose on heroin? Which, apparently is wrong.
In the afterlife, hell isn't always fire and brimstone. Hell could be city streets. Street heart. And in those streets, angry personalities are perpetually chasing you.
This life is an escape from that dimension because those angry spirits are either people who are only spirits and not people in human form on Earth or else if they're in human form in this dimension, so are you and as you know it's a lot more difficult to locate and find people in this dimension.
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Friday, September 30, Shining Day, 2016
On the 11th Anniversary of my trip to Dawson Creek, last night I saw my Aunt Lylla in a dream. She was standing to my left. In the dream I was a child, shorter than her. She was, we were, standing in front of a dark colored cast iron stove. She was frying a beige colored pancake in a frying pan, also black and cast iron.
This is a continuation of yesterday's dream. Her presence was to let me know things are all right.
One more thing. My Aunt Lylla most likely died some time ago.
I must have gone to what the movie Insidious called "The Further" and saw my aunt."
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Thursday, October 6, 2016
I saw my father leaning against a bookshelf to his right. There was a window to his left. I stood in front of him. I asked him, "Where's my birth certificate, in Chinese, it's chut sung jing." I said it right in the dream. That's what dreams do. Previously, due to me not knowing the language that well, I always said it as chut sun jing, which mean out body certificate. No, it's chut sung jing, out birth certificate. In the dream, I said it the right way!
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Monday, October 10, 2016 Canadian Thanksgiving
Daytime. In North Korea in a 3 star hotel room looking at a television, skype talking to my friend back home. I have some marijuana with me, but a little bit.
Then I go to a big white auditorium, sunny day, white sunlight through windows. I make my way through the crowd to try to get to the other side to leave. Too many people. They are all seated and dressed in White. I see two think flakes of jerky in a cup, it looks like dried fish jerky but tastes like pork. I try to leave. I don't want to trip over anyone.
I am blocking some peoples view of the buchaechum performance down below. Tall guys dressed in purple in the audience get up as I am unintentionally blocking their view as I pass. "Sorry, excuse me." I say.
I know I am back home because I am looking at a television with my spiritual guide. I sense I am no longer in North Korea. As I have lots of marijuana with me now. Why marijuana would appear in a dream, I don't know.
Note: Elise or Lin Shay from the James Wan movie Insidious first taught me the term 'The Further'. Where we come from before we were born is 'The Further' or Heaven. When we are alive and dreaming, we go to 'the Nearer'. We can't go to 'the Nearer' from 'The Further' or Heaven directly. It's too dangerous. The Nearer has angry people and sometimes these angry people will even chase you. The Nearer, meaning the etheric plane that is nearer to the Earthly life dimension vs The Further or the etheric plane that is farther away from the Earthly life dimension.
You need to come back to this dimension to escape from the entities of the Nearer. So we are born from 'The Further' to come to this dimension as a vacation or a mission to the Nearer, in order to do that, we need to use these bodies as our escape vehicles. Whatever we are doing here on Earth is secondary to escaping and avoiding any potential angry entities which could be encountered in the Nearer. Sure, we encounter positive loving entities in the Nearer, but these are not problematical.
When we encounter the spirits of the living it is in the Nearer.
When we encounter the spirits of those who passed on, there is a border or boundary where the Further and the Nearer intersect where we go to meet them.
When we pass on, we stop going to the Nearer from then on and reside in the Further exclusively.
It's all a matter of perspective because to those in Heaven, we are in The Further and they are in the Nearer and of course to us, it's vice versa.
"You will find that many of the truths we cling to depend on our own point of view." Ben Kenobi, Return of the Jedi
You will know you are in the Nearer as the architecture and furniture, towns, apartment rooms resemble that which is familiar to you from life on Earth.
In the Farther, the furniture, towns, architecture, etc resembles nothing to that which is familiar on Earth.
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Wednesday, November 2, 2016
When I looked through a huge square hole cut in the floor, I noticed the floor beneath was flooded with water. At one point I even poured a cup of water to add to it to accentuate and make sure that it was flooded. The floor in the room next to me wasn't flooded. My cousin Tom was in that room. I told him about the flooded room. There was a garage door in the rooms.
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Friday, November 4, 2016
I was doing backflips off small wooden squares in the ground.
I was leading people through an alley. I was able to grab my feet by the ankles and I was floating. All the time never touching the ground. I could do that in the dreamworld.
I saw my father wearing a purple adidas track suit. Hip hop. He was lying down in a plush white leather couch. He said to me, "Take it easy, dude." I never heard him say "dude" before.
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Sunday, November 5, 2016
I say my friend from another town. He is bald. He wasn't bald before.
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Monday, November 14, 2016
n a recent dream, I back kicked a wall with the back of my foot, which surprisingly worked better than front kicking with front of foot.
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Wednesday, November 16, 2016
I walk through a doorway and there is a stone cement balcony. Jungle below. A lot of Mexicans were going to shoot me up with the largest and most concentrated amount of liquid cocaine in a syringe I ever seen. The liquid was almost brown. Before attempting to do it, the Mexican leader holding the syringe, mustache, big Mexican cowboy hat said, "This will be like the Mystery of Sierra Madre." or something like that. For some reason, I decided that I didn't want it. I squirmed my arm away and was able to escape. Weather condition of that dream, sunny day. Afternoon.
Two days after I posted this, I saw a documentary about the Sin**oa Ca**el. The documentary mentioned the Sierra Madre.
Sierra means suicide.
Madre is another way of saying mad.
The guy with the mustache looks like General Zapata.
