Thursday, April 6, 2017
Night. Walking outside a Western saloon looking building. A middle aged, curly shoulder length hairdo, white dress, chubby, Chinese lady walks along just behind me. I ask her for a hug. She retreats to a window. On the floor below the window is an opening that leads to a level below. She says, "I'm going to have to tell my husband." Then she yells down the opening covered with a metallic grate, "Anson!"
I then tell her, "I promise I won't ask you for a hug ever again." I even said I promise you in Chinese, "Ngor YING SING nay."
Note: The morning I woke up after this dream, I saw my friend on twitter is giving a performance at the Antonia Hotel in England. Antonia sounds a lot like Anson.
Note: I totally understand this dream. This lady is my parent's friend from Calgary I met in the 70s. I never knew the father or the mother or this lady's name, but the son's name was Anson. Western setting, Calgary is a Western town, a cow town.
Her not wanting to hug me. The dead don't hug the living! In another dream, I saw my elementary school teacher from Finland. I asked her for a hug but she refused me.
White is the funerary colour in Chinese culture.
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Friday, April 7, 2017
I see my friend John McAfee, not real name from Dawson Creek. In the other dream, he was younger as I knew him then. In this dream he appears ruggedly middle aged, like the time I knew him from the time during my stay in Dawson Creek years later.
I said to him, "I had a dream about you!" He said, "Tell me about it." I said, "It was in the North. There was a buffet table." There was another person there.
Note: Maybe this had something to do with my Ghostseekers 3, part 12 Ghost Lab segment which I am working on now. I just completed, "...saw some ghosts of soldiers in a field." But I drew the segment of Dallas, Texas. Dallas and Dawson Creek are cowboy towns that start with the letter 'D'.
I was telling a group of people seated around a square table a story about heroin, cocaine and heroin and then cocaine. They were the best most profound stories, I was looking to my left into the wall, reticent, not looking at anyone at the table at all, "Heroin, a gram can kill you. Once a person got on a bus and accidentally deposited a paper of heroin in to the bus fare box. He called the bus station and said, "I accidentally dropped my parakeet medication in the coin box." The bus station said, "Sure. Come and pick it up." When he got there, cops were waiting to arrest him for heroin."
"Cocaine and heroin taken together are a speedball."
"It takes two grams of cocaine to kill a person."
Just then a cop was next to me to my right, wearing a cop hat and blue uniform with insignia on the shoulder. Shoulder length brown curly hair, she seemed friendly, she just wanted to hear my story, she knew I didn't have any drugs with me. I think she is the
social media cop I meet on twitter!
Strong hypnagogic vision of a Lego Darth Vader head floating in space.
Dreams are weird. Sometimes irritatingly so.
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Saturday, April 8, 2017
In Vancouver, preparing to go to Dawson Creek. In Dawson Creek. I'll be in Dawson Creek for a few months now but I will be returning to Vancouver in a few months.
Looking into a window in a house and seeing lots of Chinese guys, chefs dressed all in Chinese restaurant style chef whites. All of them young with shiny, somewhat oily faces. They all had black hair. I understood that they were all Chinese chefs who at one time or other worked in Dawson Creek, most if not all of them whom I've met, or went to the restaurant of. There were about 2 dozen people.
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Sunday, April 9, 2017
My old friend from years ago, a construction worker named Barry offered me a toke of crack from a cardboard crack pipe. I smoked it and felt high and the same time didn't feel high, as is usual in drug dreams.
At a museum in a small town. I go and visit a special part of the museum, glassed in, a long rectangular room up a small flight of 5 steps.
In a diner, three ladies sat at a booth table. One of them was Queen Elizabeth. From behind, she was the very left. From the front, she was at the very right. Anybody passing the diner that day would have been able to look in the diner and see Queen Elizabeth.
I was thinking of making this Royal segment of the dream classified, however, this dream is too specific not to talk about and draw out. A very distinct image. It's not hypnagogic, it's deep sleep.
The night before, I was depressed, thinking about me not getting money for my cartoons, so I punched myself in the temple, in the left side of the head. Note that Queen Elizabeth sits at the left side of the table. This is telling me not to do myself in. To some extent, my body, my life, is the property of the Crown, being a subject of the Crown and it is something I should protect. Also, that they will always be there to look out for me.
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Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Doing backflips well. Later on, I was walking through a pet shop zoo and then passed this pool with a crocodile, wet, shiny, slimy and other fishes. I stopped and looked down into this pool. Feeling mischievous, I spit into the pool. The spiritual guide was neither upset nor pleased that I did this. The thing is, I woke up 5 seconds later and saw that I did indeed spit. There was a lump of frothy coagulated spit in the center so this was not merely drool.
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Saturday, May 13, 2017
Quick hypnagogic vision. A person was giving a speech in a room to a room full of people behind desks, and then I noticed that Prince Harry was there. He was wearing a long sleeve white shirt and he was standing up, others were sitting down. And on what is ostensibly my birthday!
