Monday, May 3, 2017
In a gymnasium. At a dance or social function. A man, short light brown hair, long sleeve white dress shirt, light purple vest approaches me to show me a card he made.
It is a card of a big red bird. On the bird, it says, "Will you" and below that, "marry me?" in cursive writing. I thought he made that card for a lady. I told him I thought it was a nice card. Then he told me he made that for me. I didn't like that. I'm not queer!
The red bird on the card is very reminiscent of the heart. The heart has one major vein cluster, the aorta and the vena cava represented with the head of the bird. Then the heart has little veins and arteries branching away from it, represented from the feathers of the wings. Maybe in ancient times, the heart was often depicted with a bird.
"The heart soars." is an old phrase curiously reminiscent of a bird.
I go to another room. There is an Oriental lady getting a drink from a tap. It is a cafeteria like room. I tell her about the man and the card. "He has been known to be bisexual." She said. I had a feeling she was my spiritual protector on this occasion.
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Tuesday, May 17, 2017
Quick hypnagogic voice. My mother saying: Across the rainbow street.
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Thursday, May 25, 2017
Hypnagogic voice: David Bowie: "Relax and let your bodies go."
A person has more than one body, physical body and spirit body.
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Friday, June 2, 2017
In a room that had 2 beds. Adjoining rooms. There were two forensics officers with the Police. They were looking for cocaine. I looked down. There was something that looked like a crushed green amphetamine pill on the floor. I wondered, was that the cocaine?
In a bar with a lady. Then an important man, a Freemason invited me to walk across the street with him and check something out at the store did. I walked with him outside the store.
A nunchuk salesman in a long black trenchcoat was showing me his collection of nunchuks, 3 section staff and even an arcane looking 5 section staff.
At a diner. First there is the pulsing beat of rap music played over the loudspeakers. Then I start singing acapella. As soon as I start singing, the music on the loudspeakers stop. I sing the Taylor Dane song, 'I'll Always Love You.'. I notice that sitting at a table somewhat in the distance, there is a black guy. He stood out among the other people, who weren't black.
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Tuesday, June 6, 2017
I saw my friend T**** E****** on the West Side of Granville St. We were walking North. He invited me to visit him in his hotel room. When we got there, there were some people in the room. Gangsters. A tall Russian, young, lean, muscular, crew cut, dark hair, white tank top. Then there were two Asian guys there wearing hoodies. They were upset with something that T**** posted on facebook. I told them that he needed to get in his room. As I was telling them this, T was waiting in a room next to his room with an open door.
Then I was in a hallway near T's room. The two Oriental gangsters with the hoodies were there. One had a small gun and then fired it into my hand. I looked and there was a mark. "Solid gold." I said.
Then one of the Orientals, a computer hacker offered advise. "Change your computer password, don't share your password with anyone and don't use the computer under cctv."
The gangsters seemed to be essentially good natured people held to that one day when they were really really bad. They were grooving in limbo. Limbo being a holographic carbon copy of The World complete with streets and apartment buildings with it's own set of physics.
The gangsters still wanted to do good, but in their trademark surly gangster way.
I was barred from T's room because he's probably dead. The living do not enter the room of the dead. I merely looked into the room but without entering. Just like the ghost of the dead do not hug the ghost of the living.
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Saturday, May 10, 2017
A lot more to the dream I can't remember. At one point, I was in a living room at night. After seeing a fight I don't remember and being with some Chinese people. In the living room, I was holding up a VHS box, "The Bonds of Bruce Lee". Bond. 007. Bund. Bruce Lee was part German.
Bruce Lee met Adam West. Who died today.
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Monday, June 12, 2017
Hypnagogic voice: My mother: "I'll always be at your side as long as you'll always be by my side."
From the point of view of spirit being with a living person, the preposition is: at their side.
From the point of view of living person being with a spirit: the preposition is: by their side.
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Sunday, June 18, 2017
On a small plane, flying from Dawson Creek to Vancouver. There is someone with me on the plane. My guide. We are standing. Then I check my backpack, the side pockets to see if I brought everything with me from Dawson Creek. All of a sudden the plane dips. I say, "Land in the snow." The plane softly crashes into a mound of snow the back end at a 45 degree angle.
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Monday, June 19, 2017
On Hastings Street in Vancouver, 3 blocks East of Boundary, on the North side of the street. There is a lone square table. There are two Chinese teenagers sitting on the East side of it, they're facing West. I sit at a chair at the table, looking towards them, looking East. Just then a crowd of White teenage girls go towards the Chinese guys. They look like modern teenage girls but they didn't want anything to do with me paying all their attention to the two Chinese guys, the teenagers. Why would they interrupt at this moment and not another? I thought. Making sure I was at a distance away from them, I kicked at the air to show them my angry disapproval.
I was then on a bus one block East of Boundary, bus going West. I was at the side seat, the very back, left or driver's side facing the very back seat where seated in the center was a detective. "That's one offence. How many offences did you do? After three offences, you're going away."
I was then in the detective-psychologist's office. I asked him what happens if I do three offences. He said, "They'll send you to the backcountry, away."
I remember walking out on the street and looking at a gas station, thinking of the detective's words.
At first, I thought that when the White girls showed up when I was talking to the Chinese people, I thought, every time I try to connect with my own people, there's White people or crackers around to interfere because for some reason, me getting on well with my people is for some reason a threat to them. It isn't enough that they ran their own culture to the ground with things like, World War 1, polyunsaturates, junk food and the macarena, they got to run all other cultures to the ground as well.
However, I'm not really all that Chinese. There is a limit. I can't stand the language. Every time you want to write a new word, you got to draw a new picture, but with no clue to how the word sounds unlike the English language which has phonetic letters that you slide together when you see a new word.
However, the Chinese language written, it's random geometric formation makes it look like actual telepathic signals. The written Chinese language is very beautiful looking.
Those were the wrong interpretations which I wanted to present anyways. The right interpretation is that I'm part European and don't know it, but those teenage ghost girls seemed to know it.There's European somewhere in my lineage. There's a n***** in the woodpile, as the saying goes.
