Hypnagogic voices
Thursday, April 25, 2019: "There's other things that makes his life cursed."
Often, I wake up right after experiencing a hypnagogic voice. I say experiencing and not hearing because eardrums are not involved. The voices are startling. To neutralize it, I often retort. On this occasion, I retorted, saying out loud yeah, cursed but not cursed enough. Not cursed to where I died years ago.
Saturday, April 27, 2019: "after wedding" - I did borrow from the Library, The Vicar of Dibley, wedding, A wholly holy happy ending on this day. After hearing, experiencing that voice, I think to myself, "Whose wedding?!"
"Empress of India."
Sunday morning, April 28: "Empress of India" - Middle aged male voice, British accent. On this weekend, I borrowed Victoria the miniseries, about Queen Victoria. Also, I had oceans 13 on. A minute after this hypnagogic voice I woke up. Oceans 13 was frozen, paused on a scene of George Clooney, standing in a hallway. George. That name is significant.
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Thursday, April 25, 2019
Walking through a park with a house to the right. To the left, a park, a baseball fence. Towards the center of the baseball fence, a path winds up a forest road. I am holding my PSP in my hand a certain way. Dreams teach. This is the best way to hold it. My PSP is very shock sensitive, a little bump and the song changes, stops, or else the machine turns off completely and does a reboot. Holding it in my hand this way prevents that. There was a group of people there. And I was dancing. And I was telepathing to them, "When you're dancing, you feel the groove. It moves you from the inside out."
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Monday, April 29, 2019
She chased me into the parking lot. I yelled back at her, "Cracker!"
Part of a much longer dream, of course. I ran into a hallway. Then I saw a cult of people dressed in old dark clothes and also wearing a white cloth wrapped around their head like Quakers, or Mennonites. Then a old female librarian in the hall, wearing a long dark red dress. She said, "This is my library. Stay away from my patrons!" Then she chased me into the parking lot. I yelled back at her, "Cracker!"
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Thursday, May 2, 2019
Part of a longer dream. I walk into a Chinese store and restaurant. The cook is there at the counter. There are foods offered to me, but I ask for meat and noodles.
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Monday, May 27. Hypnagogic vision quick. Camilla Parker Bowles. Her hair is parted in the middle.
I had a few the other day. 2 of Prince Harry. One of him and Queen Elizabeth standing standing on either side of the athletes entrance of a stadium, full crowds in the stands.
Another of some houses and then Prince Harry was standing there, wearing a same colour suit as the colour of the houses standing there as a reassuring guide. It sounds crazy. Delusional much?
Last week of May: I was at a warehouse. Inspection of personnel. There were 4 police officers dressed in all black. I walk out of there, crowd of inspectors there, without my pants on. In a car, night time. Car parked on street. Me in passengers seat. A long red haired woman sitting on drivers lap but facing me asks if I'd like to go to her place. I say wouldn't you rather go with the actor whose lap you're sitting on? He's more professional. The actor was Charlie sheen. I see her walk away on the street. Then I sit with a lady to my left. I reach up her shirt to move my hand along her back. She has a hole in the middle of her back!
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Sunday, May 31, 2019. I am an expert in sitting cross legged and then levitating in the air and flying. I fly through the air quickly through a large one room building. Madras orange colored walls. I fly through one door and see my old teacher, Mr Guy but he looked thin and old. Grey receding hairline, and wearing those glasses. He was chubby when he was younger. I didn't really want to talk to him so I quickly flew through another door. Is Mr Guy still alive or not? Then outside I saw a horizontal wall of clouds above me. I flew above that and was in the flyover zone.
Then teleport to a hotel room. My old mustached hotel manager and handyman wasn't working there anymore and a new one would replace him. Is he alive or dead? These people whom I write about here are old. There are lots of schools, lots of teachers with the same name, lots of cities, lots of years, lots of first names. I only said the last name.
June 12, 2019. The day I uploaded my first animated cartoon using music which I made from a guitar and a drums app. Mr Guy was my music teacher and he appears in a dream the last day of a month before I upload my first cartoon with music that I made. Somehow he knew that this was coming down the pike for me.
As well, Mr Guy, the picture I drew above, is the first one I did using the tablet, using ibis paint app. Perhaps he knew this too.
Mr Guy was someone who got flustered often and had a temper. Back then I was very immature and didn't have the knowledge I do now. And I wasn't meditating then. Again, undisciplined. Mr Guy taught me a lot about music theory, composition, tablature, classical music. He didn't teach just me, but the entire class collectively.
I didn't want to talk to him, remembering he got angry all the time.
Wednesday, June 19, 2019
First I was at a food court restaurant. Some Asian people there, crowded. Then I got escorted out of there, winding all through the mall.
Then I was at a Japanese restaurant, sunny day, second floor, with rooms with square rice paper doors. As I sat at a table, I was told I was barred from there too. Close up to the japanese faces at the table, all in their 20s. All laughing at me.
Then I went to Quadra and Mason, Northwest corner, at St John the Divine. There were stairs leading down to a glass door with a rectangular glass window at same level of door. As I walked down the stairs, a flyblown dirty street guy in his 20s, brown hair, told me that I was barred from there. I asked what did I do? He said "The gangs are after you." I wanted to ask him about the gangs but he was one block away at the Northwest corner of Mason and Vancouver.
With his back towards me and walking away, he raised his left arm in a perfect L shape and made the middle finger gesture, from a distance.
Monday, June 8, 2019
I was in Dawson Creek. I saw buildings you would only see upon entering the town. A red gas station with a large white latticed window. Next to it was a Church, art gallery, general building. The door was open! There was an open janitor supply storage room open. Next to that to the right was a flight of stairs. There was a strange looking painting on the wall. I thought that this was like Gepetto in the mouth of the whale so feeling ghostly mischievous, I yelled "Pinocchio!" in a medium voice not that loudly although at the time I was yelling it, I wanted it to be louder. I ran out of there in case anyone heard me.
Friday, August 9, 2019. A young blonde lady, about 19 standing in a corner, small conical gravity defying breasts, familiar. I go to her and lick her left breast on her pink nipple, as her right shoulder is against the corner. Part of a longer dream I can't remember now.
Saturday, August 10, 2019. Strange, offensive to me, extreme. I'll tell it. In the world of DMT and Quantum physics, lots of things are possible. It is possible for me to have a dream and see my little sister as a baby in a glass crib like how Dr David Poole saw himself as an infant at the end of 2001 after he went through a wormhole to another dimension. She is squirming. I leave for a moment and return. Her head is swollen and she's not moving. I'm thinking she might be stillborn or dead. If this is the case, then mother will get really mad. Then her head shrinks, she smiles and is moving again. This person is about 40 years old now and certainly not in any present existential coordinates where the mother would be angry.
Tuesday, August 13, 2019
Quick vision of Queen Elizabeth sitting in a movie theatre. To her left was a woman with a Scottish hairstyle, scraggly yet stylish. She was wearing a red business blazer. Theresa May? Queen Elizabeth was wearing a pink lavender hat with flowers and a grey blazer with pink lavender or fuchia trim about the collars.
