Monday, June 4, 2018
I am wearing a Police uniform, a size too big. Nightime, walking down the hallway of a Police Station. I look to the right. I see myself reflected in a window. Some time later, night, I am in an alley leaning against a garage. The uniform is next to me, but it has morphed into an ambulance driver's uniform.
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Tuesday, June 5, 2018
Hypnagogic voice: An addict's mind regards his body as a god in it's ability to get him the drugs he's dependent on."
I was in England. Dark cloudy day, I cross a bridge across the English channel, the trip is much shorter than I thought it'd be. How'd we get here so fast over the bridge? I was with my spiritual guide. The buildings, the atmosphere, I knew I was in England. At the time it felt real. I really thought I was in London England at the time. I was sitting with my spirit guide on a porch. I said something about how I'm in England full time now, I'm staying here but how would I make arrangements for a job, an apartment, etc. Teleport to a train station. Outside a barred doorway stood a man with a leather eyepatch over one eye with a design on it, he looked like Professor Moody from the Harry Potter stories. In the station, there was a sandy blonde haired girl child standing to my left. In front were two punk ladies, one wearing a black bikini beneath a fishnet stocking body suit, very punk rock. They move forward to attack. Thinking of protecting the girl, I push out with my right arm and then simultaneously making a sweep punch upward to the right with my left arm. One learns martial arts moves in dreams. That's a good move. Then I felt I was pulled away, pulled back. It was over.
Then shortly after a Chinese lady told me my table was ready at the Chinese restaurant, not in so many words. She had a ticket number 660. I go into the restaurant. Immediately to the left, there was a seating area. I see my dish, partly already eaten but a section of the dish had noodles in soup.
What I took the train station part of the England dream to mean is the little blonde girl next to me is my future daughter. The two ominous punk ladies, the young street lady and the older lady wearing the fishnet stockings punk suit and fishnet stocking is a sublimated form of lace, are the two ladies of death. In the future when I am in England with my daughter I die. The Professor Moody character is a guardian angel. I see him first before just moments before I see the two punk ladies. He wears the eyepatch as if saying, you are about to go through a momentary rough patch, pun intended, but I'll be here on the other side for you.
A train station. Somewhat like the one in the movie Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows 2.
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Saturday, June 23, 2018
Night time, I crossed a fenced in area with 3 floating mats floating in a pond. The pond was 3 feet long and 2 feet wide.
Then I was in a place, a city, a car yard, cloudy day. I was dancing. Some guy, young, blonde, crew cut and wearing light blue hoody told me to stop dancing.
Then I saw a place that l saw earlier and when I walked up to it, what I thought were two plain white square lights were signs. One said JOE and the other said HOSP, written in times roman font. Hosp is short for hospital.
I was in Dawson Creek working at the Orion restaurant. It was 5 and I was told that I didn't have to work anymore. There was a storm the previous day and there weren't a lot of customers on this day.
I teleport to the hotel I was living in now. A lady who I know moved into this hotel. She was making a bed with blue and white bedcovers. She was wearing a dark colored plastic raincoat with a hoody.
Then I went back to that fenced area crossed back and then was with some Chinese people and I sat on the window like Bruce Lee, but very cross legged. And that is how he walked across a room, sideways like a crab, legs spread evenly apart then cross legged then evenly then cross legged using the advance foot as the pivot point for the next step.
Then there was a fight in the hallway. I saw my old Chinese landlord, young dressed in a white cotton Bruce Lee kung fu shirt with a small black design, a silhouette of a martial artist kicking. I stepped in to intervene.
Someone in my hotel died yesterday. That fenced in area with mats seems like a symbolic passage to the afterlife, dreamworld architecture is intensely even profoundly symbolic in a language people of all languages can understand. And Joe Hospital was where he was. In some cultures 'joe' means god. Hosp could either mean hospital or hospice for the dying.
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Monday, July 2, 2018
I was approaching a Native reservation. All of the sudden all of the horses on the Native reservation were running out to the front greeting area to meet me. They like me!
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Tuesday, July 5, 2018
Queen Elizabeth giving a speech near a tower. Dressed in sapphire blue, She was wearing a 'Tower Hat'.
I posted this for 5 minutes on the day it happened. Then I took it down. The time signature would be there in the coding. Two days after I posted this, the US President met with Queen Elizabeth in England and she was wearing this outfit.
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Thursday, July 12, 2018
I was at an event that Queen Elizabeth was scheduled to visit. I see her walking towards me down the hall with an attendant to her right. He was dressed in a dark brown blazer and had short sandy blonde hair, he was bald. I then went into the dining hall. Some people were seated there. I notice a cranky old man wearing a tanktop and a young lady with a silver ear ring.
Wake up and sleep again. I am passing a house going from left to right. I see a young lady in a white dress. She has nice legs but I notice varicose veins. I quickly turn around to see more of her. She is sitting on the steps with her legs spread in front of me. I ask if I could touch her leg. She withdraws it and says no. Often the dead don't want the living to touch them. I think this is a ghost of a Native lady I once knew in another town who has died a few years ago.
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Tuesday, July 17, 2018
On a bus trip between Dawson Creek to Vancouver, I stop off at a roadside cafe. I sit down. I am wearing a baseball cap and I take off the cap. I am wondering if I had all my things with me.
Someone is standing next to a tree, in front of me on a sidewalk. I spin around counterclockwise to punch with my right hand, then I punch with my left hand. I make these moves towards him thinking he is hostile. What happened next? Nothing.
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Thursday, July 19, 2018
I am running into a house to try to get all my things. I make sure I have a blue paisley sweatshirt, and a white longsleeve shirt with red vertical stripes. As I leave, a few people are at the door, one of them is Carrie Fisher. She hugs me, but in this dream, she is tall, 6 feet tall. I look online and in real life, she was 5 foot 5. Not as tall as she seemed in the dream. Then I run outside to my ride parked next to the house. It was a white pickup truck. Then in the back of the pickup truck was my father. He was opening some boxes as presents for me. But all the boxes had a puddle of water at the bottom of them.
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Tuesday, July 24, 2018
On a hike, I disappear behind some bushes next to a downhill trail through the forest. I look and see someone walking down the hill and I am hoping that person doesn't know I'm there. However since a ghost uses telepathy as a sense, for in the dreamworld, one's telepathy leaves a trace in the air like a scent that a dog can pick up, there is a good chance that the person, ghost, whatever, would sense and then know that I'm there. The person, I sensed was neither benign nor evil. As a spirit in the dreamworld, one reverts to a kind of childlike nature so that a stranger can make one nervous and excited, and one wants to hide and peek.
"Beware, court officials are cunning. Some of them are mediums. They could sense your presence." Russian Ark, 2002
