Summer of COVID 19 Alien and Royal Princess

Monday, June 15, 2020

Incredible. I saw Premier Christy Clark. She was seated at the end of a classroom near one of the two doors on either side of a blackboard. I entered through one of these doors and then saw the Premier. She was seated sideways with her right side to the wall and left side facing me. The first time she said a few words to me now totally I memorable, she spoke quickly. I walked away and walked back again. This time she ignored me as I tried to talk to her but at the end she handed me a small 🎁 present a small red gift wrapped package that reminded me of a college diploma for some reason maybe because of the orange ribbon attached to it. She then said, you got this,  in one quick sentence. She was wearing a white suit but with a small powerful pink pattern printed on it. I then said to a man, spirit guide,  someone standing behind her. The Premier ignored me when I spoke to her. All the while wondering if something is wrong.

Friday, June 19, 2020

I saw my good friend Suzie. I want to be discreet. All I'll say is Beemer. I was at a community center. I saw an important lady who worked there. Then I was seated at a round table. Then coming towards me on the right is my very good friend! I was delighted to see her. I must have thought that. She then went to join another round table in front of me at 11 o clock position. A group was there. The the sweet lady was right behind me between a wall and the chair I was sitting in. She moved from left to right. I thought, 'She returned, it means she likes me!' She was wearing an elegant patterned blue shirt.

Friday, July 17, 2020

I was rope-lining through a darkened auditorium. Some trumpet music was going on that is I was singing a trumpety tune but my voice was able to sound just like a trumpet.

I rope-lined to a room. Blue walls, a small settle bed, tan and corduroy was up against the wall. There was a table in the center of the room with papers on it. The corduroy settee had a darkened area in the center also with all kinds of white papers strewn about it. There seemed to be someone already there when I parapetted to that room.

August 1, 2020

Wow. Another August 1 dream with aliens. 

First the dream that preceded this was as normal. Traveling to a hotel between towns on a bus. Having a blast running around the halls of that hotel. Hanging around the elevators, etc. Then...

I walked into a barn. Inside a barn, somewhat reminiscent of Back To the Future. There was a wooden platform area with wooden pillars. Dimly lit room. I see the edge of a UFO in the plant growth. I see an alien walk towards me. He is wearing a helmet and I see inside the large beekeepers silver cloth helmet the alien is wearing. I see it's large eyes and alien head. The helmet within has yellows but I notice some orange too, orange color in the helmet. A spot of yellow glow. I was dazed at the time. Incredulous. Plants seemed to be growing in the alien's helmet but that was just a structural illusion.
It reached out it's left hand. It had three fat fingers, a funny shaped hand. I shook it's right hand with my left hand. This reminds me of the movie Lucy which I bought at Walmart two months ago and still have. It reminds me of the moment when Lucy was shaking hands with the ape! DMT, especially the natural kind is a hell of a drug! My highs are all natural, ...indeed!

When I shook the alien's hand, it was very gentle. Shaking the hand of something so intelligent didn't need a hard grip.

Then I am in a room dancing. At moments I get perfectly the 1982 Ray Parker Jr UBC dance I have been channelling and getting. 

                 

I show a Chinese person some dancing and martial art moves on the street at night. I say, "You have to be focused or you don't get the timing right." Someone else, a Chinese man is watching down the street from a distance.

"Chow chie."

"Gor meun gunn."

Then the just as incredible part. I am in a building and the Thai Princess is there! She is wearing a brown military uniform with snackplate and a matching brown military police cap. We exchange words but very quickly, upon wakening now, I don't remember a word of it. Just me telling about who I am and that she is happy to meet me. Then she calls me "Chow chie", I said, "What?" not knowing what that meant, and she said "Prince" as I am leaving. I turn around and see two young Thai ladies, royal servants. They wish me well. I saw to them, 'Gor meun gunn' or Same to you. 

"I just saw a Thai Royal Princess!"

I then talk to Suzie in a half doorway. She had shoulder length brown hair and was wearing a dark blue shirt. I told her that I just met a Thai Royal  Princess! I was a bit hesitant to talk to her and so didn't look at her quite directly. She was also looking indirectly at me, her eyes cast downward. I sense it is the Polish lady ie Suzie who I sense is determined to always keep me in the friend zone so I decided to stop seeing her. Otherwise it's two minutes once a week. She expects me to see her for two minutes once or twice a week while we're in the friend zone?! That never happened to me. Only the women who were lovers in my life would have expected that kind of devotion and attention and energy of me. I've completely given up on the two minute friendzone lady.

Whenever I tell her she looks nice, she gets very defensive, almost hostile. I rarely seen that with other women. The last time I saw her, I told her she looks beautiful and she says, "Go away!" Again, I give gold and get shit in return. I tell her she looks nice and she's telling me to to go away?! Go away. You want it, you got it, asshole.

Then I walk back and tell her, "You just told me to go away. That was kind of harsh!" She then said, "Don't be so sensitive. You know we're friends!" Now that might have sounded innocuous to you, but the don't be so sensitive is her invalidating my feelings on the situation. That's called gaslighting. I'm dealing with a gaslighting narcissist. Narcissism is always leaving you crumbs, always leaving you high and dry. Something you would think would be automatically implied in any see her two minutes once a week bullshit.

Now why would she be so defensive in a way most women typically aren't when I tell her she looks nice? Looking closer, she looks like she colors her hair, grey roots. And her teeth look too good to be true, somewhat plastic, but a very fine regal looking plastic. Perhaps painted eyebrows too. It might be that what she really looks like is a grey haired lady with no teeth and no eyebrows. A person would be defensive about that. No worries. I would still be willing to make love with her even if she looked like that because she is so sweet. Don't ever lose that imagination, right? Perhaps I'll give her another chance. What chance? Friendzone chance. Better I move back to Vancouver and see if I could meet a lady on the UBC campus.

As for the "Don't be so sensitive." Merrin Nightsister said, "Don't be so serious." to Greez Dritus in Jedi Fallen Order. It's not so bad. And not gaslighting. It's the old way. When she said, "Go away!" I should have said either, "You're so funny!" She would have appreciated that. Because that was probably her intent. There's no accounting for taste particularly in humor.

"You had to hand it to Spud. He sure fucked that one up good and proper."

I was Bader Meinhoffing again when I saw a Reddit post about giving up on life the evening she told me to 'go away'. The post was a guy giving advice and he ended the post with the sentence, "I don't mean to sound harsh. I mean only good." I saw this as a sign that applied to this situation. Delusional or what?

I was also thinking of, when she said, "Go away!" to quote Brodie from BrodieTV, and to say immediately after that, "Like my father used to say, "Shut up faggot! You should die!" 

I used that one with my girlfriend. She then said, Your father used to say that to you? That's awful! 

I then explained to my girlfriend three days later that it was a joke. The whole point being that whatever you said to me, I could say something to myself that is more severe, more funny. Actually my father never said that to me. In fact, one time the topic came up in a conversation and I said, "I'm not gay, Dad." He said, "I believe you." And not sarcastically.

But the very last time he visited me, he said, "You look sad." That super resonated. I partially agreed with him. My life is sad. I never got married. But that he would visit me and insult me in my very own home! I'm still angry at him for that! And for pointing it out.

Why am I not more luckier with women? I should be scoring with more babes. I hit the wrong town I guess. The right town makes all the difference in the World. This unluckiness with women makes me baffled that aliens and royalty would visit me in a dream? Why would aliens bother visiting me in a dream, connected with why would they bother to travel across the galaxy or galaxies with their advanced technology to visit this backwater called Earth?

But sad could on another oblique level be a phonetic abbreviation of the word Saturday; Sad-urday. Most major things in my life happened on Saturday. Seeing Royalty, having dreams of aliens, Princess Leia, the President of Israel, all happened on Saturday. I'm keeping score!

I never seen an alien in real life. Only in dreams. Are there really aliens or is it merely Freudian wish fulfillment? Incorporating things, alien extraterrestrial things seen in movies into dreams. What does the government think of aliens? Secret or not? If secret, how come so many UFO and alien movies and TV shows? And so specific and repetitive like systemic.

                                 

                                 

Back to the dream.

Then I was sitting in the cab of a truck open air driving down a highway, daytime slightly cloudy. I was facing backwards. A whole retinue of Thai Royals including two Princess and the then Prince but now King himself was there. The Princesses were wearing a very light brown military uniforms. The King himself seated at the very back, right hand side of the truck, left hand side to me. I only saw a part of him as he was partially obscured by the Princess sitting in front of him but I recognized it was him!

His military uniform was very intensely white!

The Princess seated in front of me somewhat to the right was talking. Pleasant things. I was sitting so close to the Princess that I thought I was watching the News. Her hair, shoulder length, no cap, all shiny black hair. She was talking pleasantly. Something about that, "All is fine, don't worry about anything. You got this. You can do it." It was great.

Some external things going on. While I was dreaming this, in the background, autoplay, was a three hour YouTube video of the moon landing and it was near the end of the video so this video must have been on while I dreamed all this. There were clicks throughout the video. Space age extraterrestrial alien sounding clicks. Then I pressed return on my remote as YouTube is played on my big screen while I sleep using the Blu ray machine which has YouTube built in. Then a Jackie Chan full movie remastered in 4K was the next movie that popped up. Aliens and Oriental people. Coincidentally reminiscent of my dream.

Then I had to walk to the front of my hotel and look out the front window for validation just like the time I had my first major of three British Royal family dreams back in January 2017 and saw a Police van with 1147 on it. Today, this time,  I saw on the street one blue car. The top quarter of the front windshield was obscured with a large white rectangular sticker. I never seen that before! White sticker. What. Royal white sticker?

1147: Jan 11, 2017 and April 7 or 4/7 2015 major majorly dreams of King George 6th.

Illustrations to follow. I just have to wrap my mind around all this and compile it somehow.

Wow. Awesome dream. And August 1 and alien. But this time alien and Thai Royalty in the same dream. August 1, 2000 was the day I went to Thailand for the first time. This is the 20th anniversary. 

If I'm having dreams of Thai Royalty, and Royalty in general all the time,  what am I doing mouldering away in this backwater of a Kingless land? This country kind of has a monarchy yet on the other hand it sort of doesn't. 

I have to go back to Thailand one day!

The baffling thing is why would aliens and royalty visit me in dreams? I'm a small timer. A loser. Why would royalty visit a loser in a dream?

And I'm Oriental? Why would British Royalty, even famous dead ones visit me, an Oriental on welfare in a dream? I thought they would only visit White people in dreams and rich ones too.

And aliens. I thought that since White people mostly believe in aliens and UFOs that aliens would generally only visit White people in dreams. Yet they visited me and a few times. It's getting to be every two years now I see aliens in dreams. If I have no problem with seeing aliens only a few moments once every two years, I should have no problem visiting a lady for two minutes once or twice a week. But to what? To nothing. Ad nil. I'd still be in the friendzone so why bother? Why not look for a situation that's more promising? I've given up. Anything that's too difficult isn't worth doing at all. Sometimes I'd much better to be dead than to be in a lot of situations. If you don't believe me, why don't you give me or sell me 4 papers of heroin, 4 flaps of down, and call my bluff? Don't place expectations on anyone. Don't put yourself in a position of need with anyone. 

"Just don't think about her!"  "Think about who?"  "Exactly!"