January 1, 2021
Lying down in an alley in Dawson Creek across the street from the Alaska Hotel except the AH isn't there anymore and there is no alley there. Ever. Strange. In the dream were two people lying down besides me also in sleeping bags. I look towards the Alaska Hotel and I see three Native women walking from right to left. I get a close up view of one of the women. I somewhat recognize her but from where?
Why am I going to Dawson Creek all the time? Just as the Earth has regions, the holographic carbon copy of the Earth, it's subatomic nature, also has regions. I go to the region between Vancouver, Victoria and Dawson Creek all the time and sometimes Thailand. If you go to a place, there's a chance you could dream of it where there simply wasn't that chance before. Regions. Valhalla is a region of Asgard or heaven. It is the region where soldiers who are killed in battle go.
This isn't a dimension made from a Universe but a Universe made from a dimension. Stars, planets, galaxies and the spaces between them are a corollary byproduct of this dimension. In the next dimension, the spaces between planets and therefore planets themselves are irrelevant as one can then instantly teleport to potentially all worlds, all grounds, all surfaces, all scenes throughout time dependant on one's karma which defines the regions and the boundaries of that region they will go to. Planets, stars, galaxies is a kind of framework for the other dimension and vice versa. Don't quote me on any of this because these are just ideas as I don't have any kind of University degree so the credentials are questionable at best. David Icke would be upset if I wrote this but I just smoked a weed and pulled these ideas out of the ether. Sure, me and millions of others. Sometimes the best ideas are attained this way, ideas for future movies, etc.
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Another dream unconnected to the last one as this dream happened years ago but is still with me. I am under the Granville Street bridge at the framework and scaffolding. The bridge is incomplete. The fear of heights is there but the bridge looks really beautiful.
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Saturday, January 2nd, 2020
"Suzie!" "Fuck you!"
"Fuck off! I'm not going back there anymore, be in the friend zone, never be in a position of need with anyone!"
Part of a longer dream most of it now forgotten. At one point I saw Susie in the distance behind a yellow desk and wearing a white silk blouse. I called to her. She didn't answer. I approach her and then talk to her. The right side of her face in profile is facing me. I say Suzie! to her again. She then replies with Fuck you! I walk away and say Fuck off! I'm not going there anymore. Anything too difficult isn't worth doing at all. I don't want to be in a position of need with anyone. I yelled to her as I was walking out. Turning around, I still saw her there. This would be a Poland dream. Any dream with Suzie is a Poland dream.
I then went to a Church in a town between Dawson Creek and Vancouver. This is a Church that I am told that Suzie usually goes to. However Suzie wasn't there then. The church is a big room with closed orange curtains and there is a room, a cloakroom next to the Church which is all next to a hallway. I'll illustrate here with pictures.
The thing is, Suzie works at some place and I used to visit her regularly. If she were to have it her way, she'd have me going there once or twice a week for the next ten years and then to still have me in the friend zone. That takes up time and energy I could be using to look for other women. Go there when I could comfortably stay in my apartment? I don't want to be in the friend zone with Suzie and I don't care about dating her, etc However if I were to go there all the time, I'd be sending her and myself the wrong signals that I do care. Like the guy said in Beat Street 2 Electric Boogaloo, "I can't hang. You know me." Never place expectations on others and never allow yourself to be in a position of need with others. Always conduct oneself with honor. Anything that is too difficult isn't worth doing at all.
Now during pandemic times, if I were to go visit her, I'd get all of two minutes to talk to her under the global pandemic demilitarized zone footing of the place as it is currently. Actually half ass expect me to go there once or twice a week during a pandemic when it's a better idea to stay home and not go there at all, only get two minutes and do this for months, years, and still be in the friend zone. Uh, no thanks.
I'm already involved in a bullshit situation, being a wheelchair attendant with no light at the end of the tunnel. It's better to have one bullshit situation in life than two bullshit situations if only given a choice between the two of them. Visit Suzie, friend zone, that's another bullshit situation. My whole life is one bullshit situation after another. I've thought of quitting life altogether.
Suzie was wearing white in the dream. Royal white as if to remind me that I met her on the day I had the major King George the 6th dream, when I saw him and said, "Wow!" The King was wearing white in that dream, royal white, a white military uniform with snackplate. That day was Tuesday April 7, 2015.
At this point, I doubt that I'll see Suzie ever again. It's better to just abandon a hopeless situation.
Rather than to drop in once a week and be in the friend zone with Suzie, I'd much rather party at UBC in Vancouver and meet a better woman with a better situation, not friend zone, sex zone. Go to some square place in a more backwater town or go to cool place in a more rocking town. What would be the better situation? If it doesn't work out at UBC, it's just a short bus ride to Main and Hastings where I could just give up on life, score some heroin and overdose which is also rockstar. Life owes me nothing, and I owe life nothing.
It's baffling. I never asked to see Suzie or even royalty in a dream before it happened. People behave differently in dreams than in life given the different set of physics between the two dimensions of this world dimension and the dream world dimension.
In the dream world, royalty knows me and is interested in interacting with me. In this life, not so much. In the dream world I see Suzie so much. In this World I'm in the friend zone at best.
Going somewhere often when you know you're in the friend zone. That's not rock show, that's shit show. I even told her to her face that I'd rather be dead than to be in the friend zone. I say this as God as my witness. That's my mansplanation. Suzie being a woman might see things differently.
Women are smarter than men in a lot of ways. My father once said, "Of all my children, the daughter is the smartest."
After I wrote this, I keep seeing an ad for the TV show Prodigal Son on Global News Channel 111. Of course, PrODigAL soN = PODALN = Poland. Embedded anagram.
Thursday, January 7, 2021
I had a dream that I was walking in a basement with wall frames ready for the gyproc. There was some paper hanging between two of the wall frame beams and unwrapping the paper, there was a very large giant spider. It looked like of the orb Weaver species, Orange with white dots.
Is the spider with the orange and white coloration symbolic of Trump? This dream happened the day after or even on the day of the Trump insurrection, I don't remember exactly. I'm going with the day after.
It's a strange dream and you may not believe me that I had this dream. Believe me or not. Either way you are walking away with a story or an element that can be used in a movie. If used, will have a strange resonance and strange coincidences will happen around that.
Hypnagogoic voices:
Tuesday, January 5th: "Bringing territoriality to the two-faced."
Thursday, January 14, 2021
A quick vision of Princes Diana wearing a white dress and saving her left arm as she is leaning of of an open doorway at a house that looks a lot like the house where I saw the Thai Princess. The darkened room she is leaning out of, darkened rooms represent death. And there is a grey ramp with white railings. Ramp, like on a UFO and white as ever, royal white.
Friday, January 15: "Jesus is everywhere and looking at you!"
Another one:
My friend Tam: "Is there anything else you need?"
Stephen King in the novel The Running Man wrote and I paraphrase, "Benjamin Richards knew he was being bracketed with the same kind of certainty when you hear the voices of the dead in your dreams." Tam died many years ago. When we died, I had a kind of grudge towards her that I somewhat carried with me throughout my life. "Is there anything else you need?" Those sardonic words that Tam said to me would be the words of someone who was once a very good friend but who also knows that you have a grudge against them.
Saturday, January 16: "Queen Victoria had the children Andrew, Charles and Ann."
Wait, that's QE 2's children's names. But one name that wasn't mentioned was Edward! And he became King Edward 7th. Doublespeak, not mentioning someone so as in order to mention them. Like the Police say, "Just tell us what you think you saw or heard."
A quick vision of Prince Harry standing to the right of Queen Elizabeth. Prince Harry was wearing a grey suit. Queen Elizabeth was wearing a green hat and matching business suit, green with white polka dots. White. Again. White stands out. Two colours that infants can recognize early is red. And white.
I saw Paul R Taylor my old editor. I turned to my left and I was taken back all of a sudden. Surprised. There he was sitting wearing that orange shirt as ever. The orange shirt looked massive and unwrinkled like a sail. He was middle aged in the dream. He is old now.
tAYLOR = AYLOR = Royal. Embedded anagram.
He was sitting on that same bench I was sitting on. Two other guys were there. Strangers. One was sitting on the bench to the left of PaulR Taylor. Another one was standing near the bench.
This was on the same day Phil Spector died. Phil and Paul, both one syllable and starts with P and ends with L. Spector and Taylor, both 2 syllables and ends with 'or'. That's the way the spirit world works!
Saturday, January 30, 2021
Snippets. A lady on top of the front stairs of a house. As I walk down the stairs from the third step up, I do a perfect backflip landing on the ground.
In an alley a bunch of tiny baggies of drugs are dropped. Some one gram dime bags of pot, some crack, all in transparent thin plastic baggies with and sealed at the top. I rush to collect all the drugs that fell on the ground. I am successful. Some other guy, a dark Native Indian guy also wanted the drugs but I grabbed them all. There were small and large bags of crack. Instead of grabbing all the drugs, I held back and I gave him one of the large bags of crack.
The whiteness of the crack cocaine. Seeing white in my dreams, again. And seeing the carved white stone texture of the crack cocaine. Royal.
"Khon Thai, this kon, meun gunn."
I see a bunch of Thais in an alley. I somehow say to them, in perfect Thai, "Khon Thai, Tuk Kon, Meun Gunn." Meaning: "Thai people, everyone, in common."
I noticed that my spirit guide, Jesus, was standing at the foot of the alley, on the street.
There was one lady with a pink bicycle. One of my girlfriends in Thailand, when I first met her, she was riding a pink bicycle.
I am walking around the front hood of a red car. There is a crowd of people behind me on the street. Thinking I am awake and not dreaming, I say, "Isn't it amazing that I could wake up this morning in Vancouver and now in the afternoon, I'm in Dawson Creek."
