Thursday, April 1, 2021
Picture: "It's not that offsetting!"
April Fools Day. This is the gayest dream I've ever had and perhaps ever will have. In terms of gayness, on a scale of one to ten, this dream is a fifty. It took me a few days to gather the nerve to describe this.
In the dream, I was seated in the backseat of a car that was driving down the street along a row of one storey shops. There was someone in the car to the left of me, my spirit guide. I looked out the window to my right. In an alcove or opening of one of the shop doors, were two guys, one was fucking the other one up the ass. They were fully clothed. I couldn't or didn't want to believe it. I looked a moment longer to make sure up that was what I was seeing. I watched away feeling disgusted and off set.
I got out of the car. Standing on the sidewalk was someone who sensed what I was thinking.
The person yelled, "That wasn't so offsetting!"
Plants, trees, show up in dreams. Even though plants have RNA they can appear as ghosts in the after world, dream dimension etc every bit as much as DNA beings.
A virus like the coronavirus is RNA and a bacteria is DNA.
Saturday, April 10, 2021
I may or may not draw pictures for all my dreams. It's much easier to describe it.
I was at Dallas Road in Beacon Hill Park about to follow someone for some program. On Dallas Road, someone told me to go back and get my scooter as a vehicle.
I was then headed to the place in the park where I was talking with my girlfriend just a few moments ago. The someone in that park told me I didn't need the scooter.
I was at a restaurant. A theme restaurant about a garden park. Solid wall in front of me and behind me. Glass walls on either side. There is a large photographic poster of the garden park on the wall in front of me. I went outside in the direction of the glass wall to my right.
Outside I was at a bar. There was a large photographic poster of the same garden park but from another angle on the bar.
Monday, April 12, 2021
In a room, a Police Officer told me, "That person who you had visiting your room has died." I cried out and yelled out, "I don't know about that! I really don't know what happened!" I was truthful and since we were all mutually telepathic in the spirit world, they believed me.
I was in an office. A table with three guys seated there, a manager and two office workers. There was a woman in a purple red nightie but no pants or bottom. She walked up to me and sat in a chair near me and across from me. I reached down and started caressing her vagina. I put my inger up but I couldn't get it that far up. It was tight and sealed. I looked to my right. Some guy wearing a white business dress shirt was looking right at me as I was fingering the lady in the nightie. Just then, the office manager said, "You got the right idea!"
I went into a room I was in before. I told a blonde middle aged woman shoulder length hair wearing a long sleeve white shirt putting things into a grocery bag about the lady into the nightie. We hugged. I asked her, "Could we kiss?" We kissed.
Teleport some distance away. I then I saw another lady walking out of a room and closing the door behind her. I walk up to her and we kiss. I said to her, "You're a good kisser!" She had dark shoulder length hair and a silk scarf, thick black and gold striped.
A cloudy slightly rainy day. I am on the streets. I see some Thais holding some food. Four Thais, an old man, a young man, and two young women. They were saying, "Try the noodles, this dish is very good."
I spoke some English, "Yeah, that's good." Then I said in Thai, to get their attention that I know Thai, I said, "Ler?!! Aroy mie? Pom poot pasa Thai nit noi." meaning, "Eh? Is it delicious. I can speak some Thai." The old man said, "Khun poot pasa Thai?" meaning, "You speak Thai?" Then they went on speaking English to me about their menu disregarding that I could speak Thai.
I went across the street looking for someone at an old rickety house, a huge puddle in the muddy front yard.
At one point, I was singing Whitney Houston's Saving All My Love perfectly. "So I'm saving all my love. So I'm saving all my loving. So I'm saving all my love for you!" I was near an ordinary table and looking at it as I sang.
Then I go to a place that kind of looks like Wharf street. Outdoor restaurant. A lot of Police are seated in benches. I see POLICE in an white lettering written on the back of their shirts. I walked around the area. The Police Officers were calm. They saw me but I sensed they already knew about the previous questioning didn't care about me and that case anymore.
Pictures? I don't know. Too many pictures. Difficult to draw. Lazy. And then what would I get for it? Nothing. Not even any explanations or answers. So fuck the fucking goddamned fucking rip-off incompetent defective delinquent inefficient to the point of counterefficient forces of fucking life! This really isn't working for me and I don't know what it means to me. The only reason I do this is because this is all going to come back to me in my life review and I would get a more intense explanation about it then than if I didn't do this.
Even people who read and know of my dreams, in their life review, they'd get a more detailed and intense explanation of that dream let alone me.
Teleportation and time travel are both forms of quantum entanglement and superposition. UFOs are not only teleportation machines, they are all also time machines, which should be implied as much as they are teleportation machines is already implied.
Spirits above all want to be acknowledged. When I chronicle a dream, the spirits celebrate amongst themselves saying, "He remembered us!"
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A Police Dream "Artful"
From years ago.
I was hiding in a vent in a restaurant. I sensed the Police were arriving. Even though I was not in trouble, I still wanted to get out of the restaurant before the Police arrived.
As I was leaving, a plainclothes detective in a long black felt trenchcoat walked in with a uniformed Officer. The detective in the black felt trenchcoat said, "Your are very artful in your creations!" He was referring to my artistic creations.
Thursday, April 15, 2021
Part of a longer dream much unremembered. Pictures impossible to draw.
I was scooping out lots of old Star Wars cards, the original 70s ones with the blue, red, yellow, and green borders. Especially the ones with the blue borders, scooping them out of a box and into my bag.
I was at a party. I decided to leave the party early to get something. Walking on the street, and seeing there was still half an hour left, I thought why leave early, I might miss something.
Why not go back for the rest of it? So I returned. I was walking back to the party towards the house.
I met Don Johnson! I saw him on a crowded Granville Street. East side of Granville St between Nelson and Helmcken at the Stone Temple. He looked young just like he did in the movie The Long Hot Summer. I saw this picture just yesterday and must have incorporated it into the dream. I called out to him, "Don Johnson!" He heard me but walked quickly away. A few moments later as I was walking down the street through the crowds, the Granville Street Hotel in the near distance, I saw Don Johnson. I said to him, "Don Johnson! I am a major fan or Miami Vice. I was a bigger fan in the 80s and I watched every episode of every season!" He then walked away saying nothing.
Even weirder. I met and was hanging around a girl. Dark haired, half Spanish, half Oriental in looks and wearing a long black dress. We went into a movie theatre. A lot of people were there already seated. There was a singular pink bedcover that covered all the seats.
On the side aisle to my left as I am facing the screen were couches facing towards the center also covered in the pink bedcover. The girl who had been sitting to my right in the theatre moved to one of these couches. Even more strange. Then Don Johnson sat to my right. I was honored he was there and then he moved and sat next to the lady I was with now on the couch!
I had a Police dream two days ago. Don Johnson is symbolic of the highest and most glamorous Police character celebrity. Dreams speak in a non verbal symbolic language. Don Johnson also represents the USA.
I had one other Don Johnson related dream years ago. I didn't see Don Johnson in the dream. It was otherwise one of those geometric dreams but in this dream I saw realistic architecture, etc. Looking out of a window and seeing people working but hearing the song "Heartbeat, I'm looking for a heartbeat."
Dreams are strange. Almost always annoyingly so.
One more Don Johnson story: Years ago when I was on twitter, I tweeted Don Johnson, tweeting, "What happened to Elvis?" Someone replied, tweeting, "I hope that you can live a responsible life."
Dream of a pawn store from years ago.
Saturday, April 24, 2021
This dream is really weird and somewhat disturbing at some points. I was afraid to talk about it but what the hell. This will give you an idea of how intensely weird to an annoying level that dreams can be. This will be the full story. Nothing left out.
Driving down a city highway, I hear a voice saying, "Your stepmother's dead." Then I felt a wave of regret. I could have called her all these years but didn't. The night before this dream I watched a Leilani Lei stepmom porn video.
Walking down an alley in South America. I see a man fall forward landing on his face. He was wearing these light gray loud 70s pants with some checkered design. He had grey hair. In another dream, I saw my father fall face forward the same way at night on the Northwest corner of Jackson and Keefer as he was walking West. After my father fell, he had red blood flowing profusely from his nose.
Anyways, I decided to carry the man over my shoulder. I yelled out, "It's David Icke! Could I get some medical attention!"
"There is a thousand times more sanctions on Venezuela than there is on other countries.
Unofficial law enforcement agencies are hesitant to go in there."
"in the hands of organized criminal street gangs."
Then a room in a store. A lady was standing in front of a chalkboard wearing a white shirt with a red roses pattern. A South American guy was saying something extremely weird, "There are a thousand times more sanctions on Venezuela than there is in other countries. Unofficial law enforcement agencies hesitate to go there. There is fear of placing so much legal authority in the power of organized criminal street gangs."
Weird, right?
Dreams are sometimes, all the time, weird. Venezuela is a good country. It has Angel Falls.
Then heading toward a street corner. There was a female news reporter who asked me, while she was holding a microphone, "Do you like tricks?" She was standing on the sidewalk.
To the right of her on the street, were five people. Two pimps and three female prostitutes. The women were dressed skimpily, in wraparound towels barely covering their body. One pimp standing behind one of the female prostitutes reached with his right hand from behind and was teaming her nipple playfully to arouse me so I would be a paying customer. This woman had spectral looking transparent medical tubes all over her for some reason. There was a fat female prostitutes in a wheelchair, she was pointing to her open legs and exposed vagina with her right index finger. Then there was another woman of a slighter figure than the other two. The second man was standing behind between the wheelchair woman and the slight figure woman.
That's it!
Wednesday, April 28, 2021
Vivid. I was in a Star Wars battle! Lots of lasers, stormtroopers running around in a hallway with large windows but they were all dark coloured stormtroopers. I saw not one but three dark grey shuttles. One was taking off.
Thursday, April 29, 2021
After coming back to Vancouver from Dawson Creek, vivid, with the hotel, but since forgotten, it was at night. I was outside the Ivanhoe Hotel and some cops arrested me and searched me. I didn't know if I had drugs but I guess I did that time! They pulled out one small bag of marijuana, a small bag with crack but then a large bag of marijuana, three buds were stacked on one another, the largest bud one top. They wanted to arrest me for that but I thought pot was legalized. I went somewhere else and a very beautiful with nice make up and dark hair in a pony tail brought out a piece of paper referring to my arrest with the pot but she was very friendly about it almost to the point of being giggly.
This morning I went to a cannabis dispensary to score some pot. When I left, two cops were standing outside across the street! They ignored me but I sense that it was life's way of saying, I know you're lazy and hesitant, but talk about the dream! With pictures! The Police like to hear about Police dreams and if I draw the pictures, some psychics could identify and name the cops in my dreams. But you have to be a major next level psychic to do that.
Even though pot is legal, those who grew up and were conditioned to pot being illegal will have dreams of cops arresting them for pot. In the 1940s and even 1950s people were probably having dreams of Police arresting them for alcohol even though Prohibition had at that point been over for decades.
I'm thinking the Police drew attention to the pot because although legal, it might be otherwise affecting my life in adverse ways, amotivational syndrome, catalyst for depression and possibly the pretext to ban any visit to the United States.
In that case, yeah, me and millions of others.
I think that a lot of people in the States know of me, or at least a few like the high ranking Police Officer from the United States, Laurie Stevens of the SMILE conference, on twitter.
I hope she's doing well. She most likely is.
