Monday, August 19, 2019. Wandering through the Halls of a luxury hotel. 3 security guard doors. 3 carved doors, squares carved within. Signs, white lettering, all capitals, SECURITY. I look for the elevators. Teleport to a Chinese restaurant. That noodly tripey thing that person is eating looks good. I would like to try some of those dicotyledonous leaf vegetables on that plate as well. A Chinese cook behind me, wearing all white cooking uniform hands me a piece of stewed vegetable. "What would you like to order?" I say I want something with the vegetable. I am led along the kitchen counter to the front of the restaurant. I see some bowls, one a chicken soup with a cooked chicken it it. A waiter says, "This you might like. This is for people who speak Chinese. Do you speak Chinese?" "I can speak Chinese but I don't. Mostly I speak English all the time but I can speak Chinese. It's complicated." They all laughed when I said this. Then I said, "But I like women. Only women." They said, "We noticed." As I was saying this, I saw two Chinese waitresses in pink aprons.
Note: It's complicated. Strange how some people can coopt a phrase. When Reverend Ted Haggard was asked whether he was gay, he replied, "It's complicated." If that didn't happen, I wouldn't have had to then clarify myself so specifically when I said that phrase in the dream. Strange that I incorporated that cultural trope or meme in a dream. Things in life you can't unsee.
The two women in the aprons may be my dead mother and stepmother who may be dead. Coloration ominous. Fuschia pink apron and white short sleeve shirts? Fuschia sky and soft white clouds being the veil of death. We're my mother's waitresses at any time? They could have done a stint as a waitress at some time like a lot of people did a stint working at McDonalds. I wonder if my father did a stint as a soldier.
Saturday, August 31, 2019
On a greyhound bus. Going to Tumbler Ridge for one day but will be back in Dawson Creek tomorrow. I think my friend Charles was with me at one point. I am dancing. Then I lean still against a counter in a kitchen with some Chinese guys. I show that I can be still and don't always have to dance. As I leave, there are some Chinese people in an open doorway. One of them is a Chinese old lady with glasses that I recognize from before. Then in Tumbler Ridge, I explain to some people that I will be back in Dawson Creek tomorrow. Then an RCMP car pulls up, white car with the blue yellow and orange shirt diagonal stripes. I go outside. There is a young Policeman in uniform and two Policewomen, young, college age but both wearing aviator glasses and plaid cowgirl shirts. They ask to see my hands, I present them together, palms up then down. They are Looking for a suspect and want to see if my hands have any scratches or blood. Nope. Clean. They walk away.
On the streets of Tumbler Ridge, I see an RCMP car on the street behind me. I sense they are looking for some bad guys. I look again, the RCMP car isn't there anymore, but on that street, pulling up beside me going left to right so I'm facing the passenger side, a grey Torino, 70s muscle car, open window. In the front, I see two gangster dark skinned heavy set Hispanic guys. They were both wearing red t shirts with white numbers on them. The driver had 36 on his shirt and the passenger closest to me had 15 on his shirt.
Thursday, September 5, 2019
Dream, hypnagogic vision. Hong Kong's Carrie Lam. Note the punk rock hairstyle and dress, shiny light blue with dark blue branch patterns.
