November 2019 Royalty

Thursday, November 28, 2019


Daytime. I was in a room. A young lady was sitting at a table. I was holding up a strange looking cardboard book with slits and I was singing a song. I think it was Doobie Brothers You Never Change.


This next part I hesitated otherwise I would have talked about this yesterday when it happened as I am writing this one day later. People might think I'm making it up. However, I'll tell the story. If I'm lying then the Police, the gangs and the street will know. They have a sixth sense about this.

The next part, sunny day, I I am riding down the highway on an open air bus that was grey in color. I am sitting in the very front seat, the left hand side seat. I look to my left an in a similar open air bus is the King of Thailand, the one who died, King Rama the 9th! He is sitting upright erect in a chair. The posture similar to a very vivid dream I had of my grandfather upon waking. Sitting upright in a chair, calm, looking younger and as always, wearing his red plaid shirt. He is wearing a white uniform, admirals cap and the snack-plate medals on his chest! Unmistakeable! As the bus drives down I sense The King's bus pulling behind me. There is a row of one storey buildings to my right. I see some of my friends from Bangkok I recognize from earlier in the dream. I send out a telepathic thought to them, I just saw the King of Thailand!
The bus approaches it's stop. I get off there is some white railings at the bus stop, white being a royal color. I walk to the left, cross the street and am in a mall parking lot. I do a couple of Kung Fu kicks. 4 people are waking behind me to my left at the mall parking lot as I'm doing the kicks. Could they be the four who sat at the table with me when I saw the angels and the extra terrestrials small shiny grey ufo that was rotating clockwise from the top the first time, and the four who sat with me at the table in the Saddam Hussein dream? Probably. I got a small squad of plainclothes spirit protectors, Police, security guards.


Timing of dream is ominous. The dream the day after Wednesday night when a lady was yelling in the hall. I thought it was a drunken drugged up fight. But she was yelling something about an overdose. I didn't want to get involved or thought she was yelling loud enough that people would've already been there. My next door neighbor ran downstairs to check it out. He returned ten minutes later. Someone I knew, an East Indian man, Steve overdosed on heroin, fentanyl. The crack cocaine that he was chasing with the the opioids probably didn't help either. No one knew he used drugs. I didn't think he used drugs. Only tobacco and alcohol. Turns out he was a chipper, an occasional user. When my neighbour got downstairs, landlord was there and paramedics soon after. Landlord tried CPR for ten minutes as there was a brief pulse. Then the paramedics took over. I went to McDonalds at 5:30 am the next morning. A crowd from the hotel was there. I asked about Steve. They said he died.
One person said they didn't know he was a junkie, just occasional pothead or occasional beer drinker but then last week they saw him hanging out with the junkies downtown. That reminded me of the Vice episode when Suroosh Alvi was hanging out with some junkies in downtown in a big city in India. Those junkies said they were depressed and despondent and that made Suroosh Alvi look sad and compassionately sympathetic towards them.
But then later when I talked to others they said he was on life support. I read on the NHS website about can a person who overdosed and is on life support be revived? It said a person could live for hours after an overdose. But Steve, I hope that he lives, he might never be the same. I saw some people at the museum in wheelchairs, drooling, a glazed look in their eyes always looking up and never down, and making some strange gutural sounds like, "Uggghhh." I think maybe some of them might be survivors of heroin overdoses. Would Steve be like that? I think the paramedics would have used CPR, Narcan, oxygen mask and heart ventricular fibrillation paddles. What are the statistics on revival? Can they do things they couldn't five years ago? But even a quantum computer wood be useless against partial organ shutdown.
I saw a 911 TV spot. "Is Santa going to die?" a little girl asks. The paramedic shakes his head "No."
Steve is 73. However he looks young for 73. I thought he was in his 50s. That's not too old to have a second chance at life. He wasn't suicidal, he would have been cautious if anything. That means the dosage he took was minimal. One is either one of two ways about this, cautious or suicidal. There is no middle ground. The landlord mentioned he was cooking the heroin using a plastic spoon. Plastic releases a chemical called bisphenol A. You don't want that in your heroin! In the bloodstream.

Someone once said to me, "Your friends who died, even if they live again, would you be spending more time with them when they were alive? It seems that you didn't spend a lot of time with them which also means that they didn't spend a lot of time with you." He could have went on to say that they had a social agenda that didn't include you even if that agenda was them being alone in their room all the time, that would also be an agenda that didn't include you. In life people do drift in and out of different social circles. It's possible you could spend more time with them then knowing what they mean to you. But what if everyone could do that, die but then come back for some indefinite period of time. There would be so many millions of people that some are bound to be overlooked. Even then, if they came back and I saw them just as often as I did before, no more, no less, that would still be pretty good. People are on their own paths, and it's best to release them if they passed on. Trust that they're happy in the afterlife.


One more thing. In the West, front left hand seat is the bus drivers seat, in Thailand, it's opposite. So in the dream, The King was sitting in the driver's seat. I'm keeping score. Also we were in different buses because he's dead and I'm living.

The morning after, I looked at the clock. It said 4:46 exactly. Then I slept, woke again, and the clock said 6:14. This is a teaching moment. Signs. The spirit world speaks most loudest through signs. 44 is a Royal number. 4/6 April 6 is the day the Prince of Thailand visited me in a dream in 2015. The day after that, King George the 6th and the entire British Royal Family visited me in a dream! The family was standing in the distance, shoulder to shoulder, wearing 1930s style white minks. They were all benignly looking at me! In another year, 2018, Queen Victoria visited me in a dream. That was on April the 8th. The day after April 7th of course. Three in a row, April 6, 7, 8. Orwell 1984. 84. Eighth of April. Connect the dots.
Why do I have Royal dreams all the time? What does this mean? I have dreams of other things but the moments that I see Royalty stand out. Just like in waking life, the days you see celebrities stand out in memory more than days that you don't. Why would I see Royal celebrities in my dreams rather than rock and roll music stars since they are closer to my station in life than Royalty. I'm pleasantly baffled.
And I couldn't tell you how many hundreds of times I wake up, look at the time and it's something 47. 1:47, 3:47, 12:47, whatever. And how many time I turned on my tablet and the time was also something 47. That's a thing and there's a name for it. Synchronicity? Serendipity? If one has a dream of something, if it's true, the signs will increase and grow stronger over time, not less. Since things happen around me all the time because of my Royal Dreams, what am I doing in a land that's not a Monarchy? But it is a land that gives me copious Royal dreams. I'm not sure about ever leaving. Royal dreams is a serious thing. Every time I have one, I'm shaking inside the whole day, from the glow of such a dream.


The young lady who yelled frantically saved his life. Hopefully. I didn't know it at the time but I was hearing the yells of an angel. She deserves a medal for saving his life.

Two weeks ago, around Monday November 11, I had a dream with Gandalf the Wizard wearing a grey robe and grey pointed witch hat. Gandalf the grey. It was in a one story medieval cottage. Sunny day. Light pouring in through Windows. Gandalf was in something that looked like the back of a white truck. He was on top of a pile of clothes. I was at the bottom of the pile of clothes looking up at him. I held something in my hand. It was a little doll, all one color. Tan unpainted wood color. I said that I wanted to bring it to show the hobbits. Gandalf said that the hobbits wouldn't be happy to see that.
Pictures of all of this to follow. I draw better on energy drinks. Is that bad. Perhaps not better but with a different energy.

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Thursday, December 19, 2019



I hesitated one day to write about this. I think this is something people will want to read about. Like Marissa Ryan said, "They'll think I'm crazy or making it up. I'll think I'm crazy and making it up!"


Part of a much longer dream. I was in a classroom. Then it was announced that Queen Elizabeth is about to visit and that all the students should leave. I was to leave too. I left the room but returned because of the familiarity, Queen Elizabeth is someone that I then, in the dream, felt that she was someone I was familiar with, remembering all the times I've seen her before in previous dreams. I reentered the room. She was there wearing a light blue Blazer and a white wide brimmed hat, a Royal subtle type of fascinator. A crowd of important people wearing glasses was there. There could have been women but I noticed all men. Their backs were towards me. Queen Elizabeth was facing me, looked right at me from where she was standing and stuck out her tongue at me! I'll never forget it. The tongue was hanging down, like that of a lion, and it was big. Pink but with a million little white specks in the center, like how a tongue should look. Einstein stuck out his tongue like that in a picture. A few days before the dream, I wrote about how TARS said the third dimension is a space created tomhelpmus understand the fourth dimensional reality or words to that effect. I then wrote about that's how all dimensions work. The second dimension is a bunch of one dimensions stacked on top of and overlapping one another and how all dimensions respectively, work like that. The fourth dimension is an ever shifting set of three dimensions. That's how we think we perceive reality, that's the ideal. The third dimension is an ever shifting set of two dimensions. That's how we actual experience reality, is that's the reality. Etc etc etc. I wrote about this in the French restaurant November 2019 entry of my Noble Films blog. Pictures to follow.


Five minutes after writing this I looked out the window. I saw 3 taxicabs. Blue with white roof. Two were parked. One was driving past. What are the odds of that. Usually the taxis are yellow or green. That'll do it!

December 25, 2019

"You're a god in entertainment!"



Unbelievable. Weird. Not sexual weird but geometric weird. Whenever someone says my dreams were weird, the first thing someone would assume is that it was sexual. No, it could be weird geometrically.
On a bunk bed, top level. I sense something is happening so I swing down, hanging from the bunk bed. I see a street.
Then I see Mike Tyson! He is in the doorway but sitting down on the floor. Young, at around age 20. No tribal tattoo over his eyebrow either. He is wearing white shorts. Very white as white clothing in dreams appears whiter than white clothes in this dimension. It's what Ray Bradbury called the ice cream shirt. I then am on the floor as well. As I move past him, he is to my right. He is very muscular, big round muscles, like an ox. I see the left side of his face. Glistening black skin, 8K definition, you could see each shining glittering pore of his dark brown skin. I say to him, "You're a God in entertainment."


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Crazy. Unbelievable as usual. I'll tell what I think I saw. And play connect the dots. And babbling lie a Yaqui Indian. Sunday, January 12, 2020. Upon awakening, then falling asleep again for a short time, I saw the old King of Thailand, King Rama 9 dressed in red military uniform with the snack-plate on the chest as usual. It was a cloudy day and he was going from left to right. It was a Street in Southeast Asia and he was going into a building with a large doorway opening. January is the 12 is the day after January 11 the date that years ago I had another major royal dream about a white stagecoach at Buckingham Palace. The majorly one. Just April 8 when I had the dream of Queen Victoria, which is the day after April 7, the day after my "Wow!" dream of King George the 6th. On either of the day after dreams, the wearing red, the King of Thailand was wearing red, and Prince Albert was wearing red in the dream of Queen Victoria; "Call me Vicky." Entities in the 4th or 5th dimension will know that this is real.
I always hesitate to talk about Royal dreams because of the intensity.

The scene correlates with a dream I had of the the Crown Prince of Thailand. In 2003 when I was in Thailand, I had dream of the Prince of Thailand pulling up in front of the place I was living at in a long maroon colored car facing left to the front of the place I was living at. He stepped out of the car accompanied with one or two assistants and he went into the house to my right. There was a family living there at the time. I was told that the father of the family was a Police Officer.  The Crown Prince seemed like a very benign mild person, very different from the impression I thought which I thought he'd be mean or angry. The point is, was the street was very similar.

The dream I had in Thailand in 2003. At the time I told a few people about it. But I never drew a picture of that dream until now.
One more note. Mainly to myself. That maroon color. Wasn't that the color of the television as it quickly got brighter just a split second before the silver UFO rotating clockwise, if looked down from the top? Again, more meaningless babble. Ignor this. Overlook it. There may be sentient beings of the fourth or fifth dimension or even ETs who know exactly what I'm writing about.

October 2019

Sunday, October 20, 2019

I walk into an office room. Day time, white sky, bright cloudy day. There are a few people there, my spirit guide next to me, a few people. I wasn't alone. Then I speak to someone looking right at me! It was PM Justin Trudeau! At first I thought he was someone else, someone who had been with me. This is part of a longer dream but segments where you see someone you know and/or especially someone famous is always much more memorable. I told the PM as much, "I thought you were someone else.", explaining my astonishment. He said, "That happens to me all the time." I walk away from that red brick building amazed that I met the PM. Red brick building, red brick house, could mean Catholic. He was wearing a long sleeve white shirt, purple blue tie, and he was standing at an elevated part of the counter at that office building. That is somewhat significant. Elevated.

Part of the same dream. I walk into a video arcade. Night time. Someone is walking ahead of me to my right I walk fast, pass him and see that it is John Boyega, Finn from STAR WARS! I tell him, "Finn from STAR WARS! I never thought that I'd ever meet you! This is amazing!" He said to me, "You are magical." He was wearing a thick jacket over a t-shirt.



Sunday, November 3, 2019

I was at a beach. A curved stone sea wall behind me. I sang Sign of the Gypsy Queen. Then standing on top of a pile of rocks to my left. Singing, dancing, playing air guitar. Then I morphed into a bird and flew on a path to my right. Still a bird, moving it's beak. Then I was crawling on all fours on the sand on Wreck Beach. I look up to see the cliffs still on all fours. I stand up thinking I could go to Wreck Beach in Vancouver and be back in Victoria all in one day.

On a street I see Hollywood martial artist and old school friend Don L. He is riding on a white mountain bike and so was his brother who was also there.

I see my two dead aunts. Plastic bags of salad. Salad bowls. Two of them. The one to the right was standing at a round table with a standing silk screen behind her. The one to the left was Lila wearing a blue sweatshirt. To the right was Lily wearing a red sweatshirt. One wore a red sweatshirt. The other, a blue sweatshirt. If my aunts are dead, I wish I could be dead too. Where they are seems so blissful, so carefree. I'm tired of life.
Ghosts speak through symbols. Often multifaceted symbols. The leaves in the bags of salad represent individual members of the family, the salad bags represent individual immediate family units. The salad bowl represents the larger family.
Also, with the screen behind and no screen behind, and the salad may represent that whether in this dimension or in that dimension, it is all pretty much a salad.

I see a middle aged woman wearing a white painters suit sitting on a swing in a corner of a room. Her husband is standing to her left. She is displaying various parts of her body. Cleavage, ass. I see it and it looks more exactly than I thought it'd look.




Monday, October 4th, 2019

"I never felt as free as I did when I was in the United States."







I was at an airport. I was shopping. Then dancing. Doing new moves. A black lady and her black daughter was standing there watching me. I then exited the airport and I was in sunny skies in the United States. "I never felt so free as when I was in the United States.
An aside: Bad news. I'm Americrestfallen that American Dad pinball has been cancelled on Android. I wanted to reinstall it again. I paid for it already on July 4, 2018. I wanted to get it as a matched set to American Dad Apocalypse Soon which I installed 4 days ago.

In one row to the front of me seated to my left on a theatre balcony that looked like a Church balcony, I saw Tiger Woods and his blonde wife too, seated to the left of him. I felt resentful. I am not nearly as successful as Tiger Woods so why would I be meeting him? So h can float and rub it in my face how successful he is? He was wearing a shirt sleeve red polo shirt. He then turned around and shook my hand and his wife too briefly shook my hand!
Does this make a difference? The day before I had this dream on Sunday, November 3, I saw on that day on two separate occasions, an East Indian guy with a white lady and a Black guy with a white lady. I only saw them briefly. Maybe this was an omen of my then upcoming dream about meeting Tiger Woods and his wife. Tiger Woods is Black but he's also Thai which has something to do to whatever degree with the East Indian culture. A lot of words in the Thai language are East Indian words or else derivatives therof.
Also the day before I read YouTube comments. Someone called President Obama a data gobbler, as in who cares if that person gets the Nobel Prize for Peace since terrorist Arafat and data gobbler Obama got one. And some called Oprah Winfrey a data swiller.
YouTube comments are a branch of education unto themselves. Life is full of worries. But would President Obama and Oprah Winfrey use those words to describe themselves? I doubt it. Don't believe everything you read on YouTube.

Seeing a woman I seen earlier and as earlier, we kissed. She is young, thin, dark shoulder length hair. Maria? Ghosts of girlfriends past.

September 2019

Friday, September 6, 2019



At a house on Southwest corner of Princess and Keefer. I walk to the front door, no one there, I thought I was supposed to look for someone there. I walk away. On sidewalk near the door, a yellow dog, maybe corgi leans down. I let it. Then a lady opens the door. She is wearing a string bikini with a dark reddish left nipple exposed. I walk up and lick the nipple.
Then on corner of Northwest corner of Broughton and Blanchard, across the street from the Royal Theatre, people waiting for a parade. There is a French couple I knew from Vancouver and then a Black lady wearing an all purple thin plastic purple coat, hoody fully on. Is it significant to see a Black person wearing purple? She walks away from me. I don't really like her so I go quite a distance away so as to avoid her. I go to some room and see the parade from out of the window. I then walk through a strange street alley going East along Fort, on Cook street.
I am then in a library. I see a couple of young men, possibly Asian walk fleetingly along beside me, to my right. My grandfather and father? I say to them, "If I were to die now, I wouldn't care." Then walking to another area in the same room a second later, I say, "I've given up on life." They benignly ignored me and walked on. Then I walked to another area of the library. There is a small crowd. I tell out, "Heroin! I have a heroin problem!" A young East Indian lady, teenager, looks at me quizzically. Then go to yet another area of library, with tables. I resolve to be on my best behaviour, bit then a burly bald security guard, plainclothes wearing a white shirt with thin sparse plaid stripes, red and blue. He grabs me hand authoritatively but not harshly and leads me away to some elevators were a other security guard, plainclothes wearing dark green corduroy shirt. He smirks benignly and nods to the other security guard. I am led into a room. Blue collar crime scene police lab. A few Police are there, all plainclothes. They brought a box. There were a bunch of things. One of them being only the wooden butt on a rifle. I thought it looked like props from a Tom Cruise movie. He asked if these things were mine. I said no. They weren't surprised to hear that. As I was being lead way again, this time free to go, I said to the security guard to my left, the same bald one, plaid shirt, "I thought this was about my slight misbehaviour at the Library." He smirked, "No."

"If I were to die now, I wouldn't care."

"I give up on life altogether."

"Heroin! I have a heroin problem!" I yell out.

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Tuesday, September 17, 2019


I go into a room that looks like a laboratory. Someone is standing to my right. Routine, generic looking man. My spirit guide. As I approach a table I look down and see what I think are two small pieces of ham, feeling mischievously peckish from habit as ghosts strictly don't need to eat, it's just a symbolic going through the motions, I see that they are instead two white cigarette butts.

Wednesday, September 18, 2019.

"I'm not into her!"





Part of a longer dream although vivid at the time, now totally forgotten. What I do remember is me at a library seated at a table with some other people. To my surprise, a young blonde lady was seated to my left. Someone leaving the table who I thought was a young black guy said to the blonde lady, "I'm in to you." The blonde lady replied, "I'm into you too." I turned to look at the guy who was walking away. Turns out he is an old man with grey hair! In dreams you sense things. This was a strange indirect play to inflame my passions. The blonde lady was probably actually into me. The thing is, I have no passions. I'm dead inside. I immediately turns to the side away from her, and thought, "I'm not into her." The thing is, the last time I looked at Playboy magazine was in 1983. I'm into something else and not really all that much into young blonde ladies at all. It wouldn't be any kind of priority for me.
"Maybe he like older women." Short Round
I'm into prime granny porn. Have been for decades. I need her to be older. Over sixty. Curse of the Golden Flower. That's me. Cursed but not cursed enough. Why not cursed to the point I died years ago? I would actually prefer a curse like that.
In the movie, The Curse of the Golden Flower, a man develops develops a drug addiction. Consequently this drug addled state brings about a delusional incestuous infatuation with his aunt. He wouldn't have had this fetish if he wasn't drug addict because all drugs are amplifiers.

Royal dream. "This is your Prince." a voice said. Prince Harry with Princess Meghan on a holiday overseas at an exotic place. There is a little pet dog with them. He was sitting in a canopied bed, dark orange with yellow flowers design on it. The shirt he wore was so white that looking into a white flouresent light approximates it.


People used to tell Edgar Cayce a snippet of a dream and Edgar Cayce would tell them the rest of the dream! There are few psychics on the level that they can look at myndream pictures, read the stories then say, "That person is living. Born in whatever year. Oh, that person's dead. Died in whenever. That person is related to Dean in this way. That was a schoolteacher appearing younger he doesnt recognize. That's one of his dead relatives, etc."
"Dreams show the forces behind life." Edgar Cayce




Monday, September 30, 2019. I am in a room of a middle class Chinese family that just moved out. They left a lot of food behind. With my spirit guide standing to my left as I enter the room, to my right is an open fridge door with some semi gone bad, semi still good cubes of beer in an opened plastic package. But the other foods, some boxes against a wall and some open boxes of ramen noodles, non perishables were still good.

Saturday, October 5, 2019. Remote viewing. I walk past a building which I later walk past and confirm exists. It is the red brick building across the street from city hall which has a small statue of QE2 waving. I look in the window. There is a Chinese man I recognize from earlier in the dream, he is standing and grinning at me. He is wearing a white long sleeve button shirt. A Chinese lady in a purple dress is seated next to him. My grandparents? Often people in dreams are dead relatives. Or else they're people you know and/or who know you,o:-)^_^ living or dead. They usually appear in a younger somewhat unrecognizable form and it's not like they're wearing name tags. You have to infer to identify them. I see and recognize the sign at MacPherson theatre. It is there! I sit down at that place. I look across the street and see three Oriental women, tall slim, their backs to me. They were wearing beautiful stylish dresses. Because they were Oriental, I thought of Hong Kong when I saw them.

Tuesday, October 8. Hypnagogic voice. "The wrestler can't join the firm unless he can firmly shake his hand." A royal handhsake. Firm and firmly. Two different uses and meanings of the word Firm which is a code word for The British Royal Family; The Firm.
The day before the dream I saw a video about Hong Kong. The word 'dog' was grafittied in Chinese on pillar under a highway bridge. I was born in the year of the dog. Dog, in Chinese is pronounced gow, which is also the word for 9, gow, as in pai gow. It's a homonym. 9 is a royal number.