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.
