I visit my grandmother. I am surprised that she is alive. She is in the back room of a really nice house, a wooden mansion. I go to the porch and her face is reflected in the window causing a double image. She is sitting against the window, on a couch covered with a white sheet. Her hair was all black and she looked like she was 55 years old, although when she died she was 90 years old and her hair was quite grey.
The light was on and really on, and the place was well lit, I mean there was a single light on a lamp on the floor but it was bright and lit up the otherwise really dim place. I sensed that she had the lamp on as a nod to the fact that I am into dreams and dream illustration and that the lamp means illuminati or else illumination in general.
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Dream, Wednesday, February 10, 2010
I am at a field in Vietnam; ie the Vietnam War.
I am a soldier. I break off a couple of cans, puncture them and throw them. They go into the distance. The cans smoke. I aim them at a helicopter, but miss and the cans go off into the distance.
Then I sit down with a bunch of my fellow soldiers. It is a field and there are a bunch of other Thai farmers sitting around me. They sit down together huddled together, sitting on the floor together in a way, in an Oriental way that I have seen Orientals sitting together in hundreds of other dreams I had about Orientals. Orientals as ghosts, seem to like to sit on the floor in groups, almost huddled together.
There were some guns tied together in a triangle in the center of the field. I then then, even more, that this was some Southeast Asian military situation.
I thought that this might be a genocide village. There was a tension in the air. I was preparing myself for, if one of my fellow soldiers started shooting up and killing these farmers that I might have to shoot him in the head.
A Thai lady, sitting in the field with the rest of them, to my right, was looking right at me!
This reminds me of another dream I once had, when I was in the left side yard of a house, there were demolition cars there, old and broken. Some guy in a slight mustache, a brown guy like Southeast Asian or Mexican wearing a white polo shirt with a red trade brand mark embroidered on the left breast called me something rude, he called me a "male prostitute" or something demeaning like that. Then to the distance, like in a French painting, a bunch of peasants bent down in a field working, but one of them was a young blonde lady with long blonde hair. She was looking right at me, but I sensed it was in a protective way, like she had my back!
In a bit of a cross dimensional SNAFU, someone working in the building which I live made some noise and woke me up. If he did not, I might have seen further into the dream. But I am glad I was woken up because the dream was turning into a bad one.....
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Dream Tuesday, February 16, 2010
A town in Thailand is flooded. Across the street a Thai wat is submerged. You can only see the roof. A German layd tourist, middle aged, whitish blonde shoulder length hair, beige grey shorts, white blouse, she jumps out the window, I see her side view, her left side as she flies out the window, arms akimbo, that is arms outstretched like she is a flying squirrel and then she lands in the topaz marble blue water.
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A middle aged Thai man shakes his head in that Oriental gesture of disgust and disapproval, I telepathically infer that he is saying, "Tourists should not be allowed to jump out the window like that. What if there was something beneath the water."
There were other events and it was a much longer dream, but I forgot. I think at one point, I returned to a barbershop place with a bathtub in it because I forgot to pick up some artifact or other. See, dreams can have that annoying intangible and nebulous quality.
Ghosts come in all shapes and sizes. I guess one of the shapes and sizes they come in is a middle aged German tourist lady.
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Dream, Thursday, February 18, 2010
A raid. A pair of Police Officers wearing all black street issue uniforms come into a place which is a bar or a lounge. There are two Officers. In between them is a prostitute, she is bent over her arms are holding the arms of a purplish plush velvet sofa.
The cop on the left, who is closest to her, rubs the back of his left hand upward on her right buttock cheek,
and then he pats the front; the palm of his left hand at the side of her left waist; love handle area, as if embracing her with that one hand. It is an inspectionary gesture as if he was flirting with her but also inspecting her as well. It is a very Police move.
Glossary
sofa: short, for one person
couch: long, for two or three people
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Dream February 22, 2010
Hypnagogic vision. A Police car turns right, then, coming towards me, stops in an alley. I could see the puddles on the ground.
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