I am releasing this for a short time. Otherwise, it's classified. It's a special dream. For me.
Friday, December 8, 2017
At a beach with my spirit guide to my right and I sense, some other people. In the distance is Princess Leia rather, Carrie Fisher. She is topless in the distance. I see her leaning over. She is in a white rowboat or else a mastless ship reminiscent of the Millenium Falcon. Using a binocular vision ability that everyone has in dreams, I can distinctly see one of her breasts. Enticed, I go over to her.
I lick her left breast, just below the shoulder. I tell her that I'm good at cunnilingus. She agrees to join me on the beach.
She sits on my lap as I lick her breasts.
Later on in a room with a group of people, Chinese, I tell them that I just got it on with Carrie Fisher or Princess Leia.
That white rowboat is her ride. She just crossed the gulf to visit me. She would ride that white boat cross the gulf again after visiting me to return to where she was before she visited me. That gulf is the river Styx or something like it. The river between life and death. I seen this kind of river before in another dream. That time, there was a Vietnamese boatman on a sampan and above was a phoenix whose tail stretched and floated out to forever.
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Saturday, December 30, 2017
Flying in front, the Northwest corner of the Legislative Building in Victoria. Then for some reason, I fly past an orange castle of Queen Elizabeth. There are two people standing on the lawn. One of them is wearing the beefeater's uniform. As I fly past and look back, the beefeater jumps back and does a playful dance, bowing forwards a couple times quickly, almost like twerking but not quite that, to let me know that he sees me.
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Tuesday, January 2, 2018
I was talking to a bunch of people. I was getting it on with a Chinese lady. At one point, I saw my old landlord Bud sitting against a wall, his eyes old and droopy.
Vivid. All night time. Then I was in a bar in Dawson Creek. I saw Bud again at the bar, but looking younger, eyes looking different. Then the bar was transported back in time 100 years ago like in the movie Ghost Story with Rooney Mara and Casey Affleck, going back in time. The people in the bar had all been replaced with Native Indians, long black hair, grey blankets wrapped around them and the white face paint. All of them had that white face paint. I yelled, "You're all ghosts! I'm a ghost too!" Then two White sheriffs grabbed my arms, one at each arm and said I was to be hanged. I yelled, "You sleazy fascists! Where I come from this is anachronistic, regressive!"
Night time. Then I teleported outdoors. I looked down as I was flying. Some buildings. Some Natives on the ground. Then I stood on a wooden stairway landing outside a building. I thought, "Back then, they didn't have welfare. The Natives who were in the bar were alive because they were indispensable to the White people. Back then White people got welfare from the Natives."
I saw the movie A Ghost Story for the first time the day after I had the dream. What a coincidence that validates the dream, going into the past. As well for the first time, two days after the dream, I saw The Ghost and Mrs Muir. The two sheriffs at the bar where there Natives all in white face paint grabbed my arms at the elbow just like the ghost grabbed those two ladies on either side of him at the elbow, except in this case ghosts on either side of me grabbed me at that elbows.
Jane who wrote the Seth Material said ghosts in dreams behave like they would if they were to interact with people in real life.
It'd be better, more eerie to view the two pictures of the scene at the bar as a slideshow. Then you'll see how the Indians replaced the other people in the bar. Just like that.
