Tuesday, November 2,
I was at my parents place.
Then I go to school. I remember that I forgot something at my parents place.
It was an animation project which I shortly after show someone in an elevator. The project was called Johnathan Parsons in Japan.
Teleport to a street at night. I get on a bus going to UBC. There was a couple of bus drivers sitting in the seats. I tell them that the vibes of UBC made their faces look good, calm.
There was also a bunch of students on the bus. Mostly male but there was one girl. When they were getting off the bus I looked at the girl. She was giving a kiss to a guy who was wearing clown mascara around his eyes.
Wednesday, November 3,
Sweet dream.
I was at Wreck Beach. I saw a troupe of naked dancers giving a performance.
Then I was at my parents house and moving to my cousin Tom's house.
Then I was at another house. There was a lady who was naked and giving me a dance performance. I was sleepy and fell asleep. When I awoke a bunch of other naked people were there. Two women including the original lady and some naked men with erect penises. Off putting. Then I recognized them as the troupe I saw before. I thanked them.
I told them about the bus drivers from last night's dream. "The vibes of UBC made their faces look good and calm, just like they make your faces look."
I was going to pay them some money as a tip but my wallet was empty. There was some food, some donuts on the table. They took that. "Go ahead.", I said.
They were walking out the door. I heard their departing footsteps. I opened the door to thank them once more. They were now all fully clothed. They were walking backward to face me. First the ladies. Then they disappeared. The guys were there. They said thank you to me. I said, "Yes." One of the guys was wearing a blue t-shirt with Mickey Mouse on it.
I was then thinking of going to my cousin Tom's and getting my things so I could move to UBC. The dream seemed so real at the time and very sweet.
If I were to move to Vancouver, I'd want to live in a nice neighborhood like near UBC. I wouldn't want to live in the downtown Eastside which would be like living in a garbage can full of stupid people, losses to themselves, losses to others. The Five Universal Laws of Human Stupidity.
The downtown Eastside is a neighborhood that never gets better. It only gets worse as time goes on. It is a result of civic mismanagement.
Thank God I live in a clean city. Clean compared to the downtown Eastside of Vancouver. There are some garbage areas of this city like the area around Our Place Community Centre. There is now someone who regularly sleeps outside near Miniature World at the Empress Hotel. There was some people at one time who were loitering vagrants just outside the jewellery store, stupid people, but they didn't last long. People who rob jewellery stores get more time than people who rob banks. So of course they didn't last long.
The top half are going to go to heaven when they die.
The bottom half are going to go to hell when they die.
Wake up then sleep again.
I am in Dawson Creek on 102nd street and 12th Avenue where the CoOp is.
On the Southwest corner of the streets. It is an empty parking lot.
It is night time. I arrive there. Sparsely populated town. I didn't bring my scooter or my Walkman. I wish I did.
Someone is in the parking lot. He is talking on the phone. He mentions Chicago and The Black Hand. I was thinking that such scary themes are popular entertainment in small towns.
Suddenly I do have my scooter with me. I do some minor amateur gymnastics. I see yet someone else, a guy walk towards the parking lot and across it.
I then go North into a convenience store. As I walk towards there, the Chicago guy gives me a thumbs up and says, "Hey man." I walk past him saying nothing. I go into the convenience store looking for something. I forgot what.
Dreams are weird and can be unsettling.
One cure for depression and fear is to try to go through life with confidence and optimism which is way better than lack of confidence and pessimism.
Thursday, November 4
I visited my old girlfriend Maria.
Her family was there. In the dream, she had a three brothers who were angry at me. Strange. In life she only had sisters.
Her mother was there but her father was absent in the dream.
Friday, November 5, 2021
I was with Dr Bonnie Henry. I followed her for quite awhile. She was wearing a white shirt. At one point she was ahead of me and I couldn't see her. I yelled, "Doctor!" and there she was.
She took me to a place where she demonstrated an old rare expensive style of Chinese painting. It was mostly gold but if you painted it the right way, the colors would show purple.
Then I was sitting next to an old Chinese man. We were talking about painting Chinese characters. I painted some characters. He painted a character for a boat but it looked more like an actual drawing of a boat instead of characters. Gold paint was used throughout.
Every morning after a dream I wake up scared. I often wonder if I'd be better off dead but I won't ever commit suicide however scared I am because suicide is an absolutely wrong thing to do. I usually feel somewhat better, less scared as the day goes on. I still worry about the future and about growing old. Worrying about the future could be like worrying about a dental tooth extraction. I worry for days beforehand but it usually always turns out to be not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. A bit edgy but bot as bad as I thought. The last time I got my tooth extracted, I worried that I'd be in pain for hours. Turns out that there was absolutely no pain at all afterwards. Zero pain. Maybe worrying about the future is like that.
Sunday, November 7,
I was walking with two tablets in a shopping mall. I left one of them on a glass cabinet next to a cash register. When I went back there, I was surprised to see the tablet was still there.
With legs in a sitting position I was able to levitate near some elevators. I was glad that I had this talent. Some fashion model ladies dressed in black near the elevators was surprised to see me doing this. The flying or levitating felt so real at the time.
Night time. In a mountain gondola going South above Granville Street near the Granville Street Bridge. Two male security guards dressed in dark blue were also in the gondola. I told them that this reminds me exactly of a scene in a movie.
Strange. Upon reflection, what movie? I never saw any movie like that.
Monday, November 8, 2021
With a group of people, I had a weapon with a red laser pointer.
Marching down a street, I laid a long beige blanket all along the path. At the bottom of a hill, a small valley of dirt. The group said to me that I said the trip would be 8 hours. It is ten hours later and there is no quarry, no food or water.
Saturday Night Live filming set. Someone was smoking marijuana. SNL actors use marijuana often.
As part of another group we all had to complete all grades of high school again a second time.
I wanted to visit my old school mate Nazreen. A lady sitting on a stone bannister of porch just outside in front of Nazreen's apartment with venetian blind windows told me that it was not a good idea to visit.
I literally have not thought of this person at all in decades. How is she doing? I hope she's doing well. I think Nazreen once said, "No way!" I often say No way to myself sometimes thinking of her just ever so slightly.
Most of the dream I forgot.
Dreams are like YouTube videos. Most of them I forgot. Ask me what YT video I watched 5 videos ago, 10 videos ago, 20 videos ago. I forgot. There lots of movies over the years that I forgot.
One way to lose the fear of dreams is to think that they are never crazy enough. That was crazy but then not crazy enough.
"Great stones they placed upon his shoulders until he said Yeah or Nay. More weight, he cried and died." The Crucible
The last statement was about Corby Giles.
Tuesday, November 9,
I was with a group of people, young hippies. I drew a picture of something that had to do with Thailand. I drew it wrong and had to draw it again. When I drew it again, pictures of grey Buddha statues that I drew had the faces blotted out. Apparently one is not supposed to draw Buddha statues.
Then I was in Thailand. I went to see a movie in a living room with red rattan chairs with dark blue cushions and some plants around the walls and near the screen. There was a large screen and the movie was a POV of a ride atop an elephant.
Then I went to the immigration office to renew my tourist visa. I didn't know the date. I asked two ladies standing beside me the date. They told me. I was trying to calculate since the last month had 31 days and I arrived in the middle of last month how many days I had left in this month and on what date exactly would my visa expire. I went up to the immigration officer desk, got my visa stamped and asked my friend Jaroon how to say thank you in Thai. He told me a phrase that was strangely not at all how to say thank you in Thai. I said this to the immigration officer. When I walked away from him, he looked angry, demonic. His whole eyes were all black, all pupils, not a trace of iris or cornea. It looked especially intimidating since he was wearing the beige military police uniform that immigration officers in that country always wear.
I saw my friend Songkran in the hallway. I was on my way to annoutdoor festival. People swung me and two other people on a swing that bounced upward to a high height, the height of the top of street lights. On the third bounce upwards, amazed that I was able to keep !y balance and not fall off, I grabbed a name, Ermine Rice or something like that, the name was written on a thin slip of paper attached to a power line the height of the top of street lights.
On the ground again, I met and sat next to Ermine Rice. There were a lot of other people, Thai officials too, etc seated around us. Ermine Rice was a female Thai Police Officer. I sat so close to her that my legs were snug against and touching hers. It felt good, sensual. She told me that a photo album souvenir was available and included some pictures of her in it. It cost 80 baht. I bought the book.
Then I felt I had to soon leave Thailand and I was sad about that. I was with all my Thai friends then. The dream seemed so real.
It was either this dream or another dream that I had a waking dream. I was explaining this dreammto a lady word for word. I thought I was awake. It turned out I was asleep. This waking dream element explaining to someone the dream I had happened in a few dreams.
Upon wakening I feel scared and ashamed that I had such a crazy dream yet again. I often hesitate for a few hours before writing down the dream. Why should I even bother to do it. It is a damned force of habit. Nobody else does it and this data would largely belong to Google. They would sell it to someone, anyone for money. That's the deal. I do the art, I do the writing and someone else gets the money from it, not me. I hate the forces of life for putting me in such a set up. It's a cruel and unusual punishment as I know of noone else who records their dreams on a Google medium as often and as compulsively as I do. Again, I do the work, someone else gets the money for it. That's the deal. Damn the forces of life for such a set up.
Like anyone else dream life, to anyone else, my dream life is gibberish and makes sense to noone except me and my dreams don't even make sense to me!
Dreams sound made up. Yeah, whatever. This detail, that detail, what difference does it make?
Is there a market demand for such writings? Bookstores are full of books that don't move. Libraries are full of books that hardly ever or maybe never get borrowed. There's no accounting for taste.
About an inheritance, if you give someone a lot of money, they show their true colors. The town they were in for years, the friends they've known for years, the good times, all forgotten as one strangely and bafflingly suddenly moves to another town to live in a five star hotel or else four star hotel or luxury apartment. If I got an inheritance I might move to Point Grey in Vancouver abandoning the friends I've known in this town for years. Maybe it's better that I never get an inheritance. It's a lose lose situation. Stay poor for life, lose. Get rich through an inheritance or somehow through my writings or art that I never thought I would, also lose. Poor, lose. Rich, lose. What good am I?
I will hang in there and soldier on. Keep on living come what may. Living is the good and Godly Christly thing to do. Suicide is the evil and devilish Satanic thing to do. Stay good. Stay alive. Love God and love fellow humans which is also a part of God.
Wednesday, November 10
I moved from one room to another. For awhile I was confused as the second room I moved to seemed so similar to the first. I wondered if I was in the right room. Some old man in one of the rooms pointed out to me that I was in the right room pointing out the different peculiarities in the furniture.
I hesitate to write the following. My cousin Larry directed me to move. I was so mad at Larry in the dream that I wanted to smash his head in with a large rock. Somehow for some reason I had a large rock with me and took a magazine off of a shelf and smashed that magazine a few times with the rock instead.
I don't feel that way towards my cousin. I wish him all the best. I don't know or remember that I have thought that ever in my waking life although it came up in the dream. I hope and wish that Larry lives life and also goes through old age with a complete absence of any fear or pain. Fear and pain are the biggest enemies of old age for anyone on this planet.
There were times when I envied Larry. He always seemed to be ahead of the curve. He always seemed to be so smart and always did better financially than I ever did. So what? Him and millions of others did better than me financially.
I saw a fancy French movie with a lady. It was a POV virtual reality movie where me and the lady was part of the movie.
I was traveling in a yellow van that was broken. George Michael and Andrew Ridgeley and also Paul Weller from The Style Council was with me. The van was broken because George Michael is dead, the van was carrying a spirit of the dead.
When we all got put of the station wagon style van, a group of people had gathered. George Michael looked more alive than he did in life. He had a sun tan and was sweaty. He wore a dark brown leather jacket that was slightly shiny or reflective. They were eager to see the celebrities.
We all got into a restaurant and sat down at round tables. There already quite a few people in the restaurant who were silently awed to see the celebrities. Then David Lee Roth came in and sat down. He was young. He had wet curly long hair and wearing a beige leather jacket but completely unbuttoned or unzipped and his bare chest and torso was exposed. That's the David Lee Roth style.
Then I went to this clerk office. I went to see a dark haired office lady. The name SMERCONISH was written above her in red letters.
That's it.
Dreams are strange. Dreams can be vivid and long and drawn out. I wake up every time from a vivid dream thinking that I'm crazy and if people knew how vivid and crazy my dreams are, they'd send me to the mental hospital. It hasn't happened yet!
Actually an online NatGeo article entitled Dreams Make You Smarter says that having vivid dreams means that you're smart. If I'm so smart, why am I on welfare and why did I not get married? Although a lot of people in awful marriages would say that I'm smart for not having gotten married.
Some of the things in my dreams are so wacko that I worry that if the Police knew that I dreamed that, they would bust me. However I think the Police themselves may have dreams even more disturbing than I've ever had. Dreams catalyze with real life. The Police, depends on what department or branch of the Police they're in, but the Police visits the forensics department all the time! What kind of dreams would that bring?!
There are some people who, for instance, did two tours of duty overseas in the military and then was a Police Officer for a few years, going to the forensics department sometimes and they still never got PTSD. They are superheroes as much as the Marvel Superheroes.
Whereas I got PTSD last summer for the regular typical life that I've lived. I must be weak or else not a hero at all. I wonder if I would even have the guts to travel to England? That is, if that ever comes up.
Friday, November 12
Green skateboard.
I was in India at the Punjabi temple. There were lots of East Indians around. There was a shallow pool with carved white rock. I had some East Indian money, notes.
Saturday, November 13
Visiting Vancouver. I had a Lord of the Rings book that I lost. I was at the beach.
I was in my room. The door was open and three very tall men, mental health workers wearing white polo shirts. The one in the middle was old. The others were young. They towered over the doorsill. Then a tall lady appeared.
Should I write about this next part or not? It is very disturbing. The lady mental health worker said I was saying something about killing 60 people. She even showed me footage of the surveillance camera videos she had of me in my room.
I went to see a neighbour who lived downstairs. A young lady was with him. I saw her side profile. She was naked from the waist up and had nice breast profile. I felt a sting of jealousy. I'd like to be with a nice lady like that.
Note: Yesterday, I saw a very tall black lady in the street outside my hotel. She was the tallest lady I've ever seen. Then on a YouTube video from Vancouver Streets called Boat sinks in Vancouver, on the video was a very tall police officer. So tall that the video uploader said, "He's the tallest Police Officer I have ever seen." Maybe I incorporated them in my dreams.
The very very tall people I've seen in the dream was guardian angels. Angels come in a lot of forms. Glowing with or without wings. Genderless or else male and female. Sometimes angels appear as ordinary people and not glowing.
Boat sinks in Vancouver is no longer on YouTube.
Sunday, November 14
I was staying in an oddly shaped room with lots of windows in a hotel. I left the room, went to the elevators then I went back to the room.
I was helping to fight a historic battle at night. The battle had a lot of wooden log cabins and Natives were there.
At a Chinese restaurant with some relatives, cousins. Upstairs was a playground with a bouncy castle. Then another family of cousins entered the restaurant. The food had already been eaten. I told them they could order more food.
A Chinese man said to the female manager of the restaurant. "I'm shaking you down for $100,000." She said she didn't have it but would go out to get it.
I went outside and it was daytime cloudy sky. I went to the washroom right outside on the sidewalk into a puddle. Not having anything else with me, I used 3 $20 bills to wipe myself. I folded each of the $20 bills in half widthwise first. I looked down. It looked very messy like a toilet would. At the time, using the three $20 bills to wipe myself seemed like no big deal. I then thought that I could have use those $20 bills to get three star Wars action figures for $17.89 each.
I went to another Chinese restaurant. The male manager suggested I order some food. I said I wanted to order something more to Western taste saying that I'm more of a gweilo or else a gwei Jie. There was a group of young women surrounding me when I said this.
I went to ask my old Chinese landlord who was somehow there if I could borrow $20 to partly make up for the $60 I used and lost.
I then went to a film set. Daytime cloudy sky. Harrison Ford was there and he was smoking pot. I went to ask him why he was smoking pot. He said that he had liver problems and smoking pot relieved the pain. He also said he was so stoned on film sets that it was a struggle to keep it together.
Dream over.
Three $20 bills equals $60. Sixty. That number was in the previous nights dream when the lady said that I was talking about killing 60 people.
Holy smokes. Killing 60 people?! Who am I? Rambo First Blood?! I think his average kill count was about 60 people per movie.
The $60 wiping myself after going to the washroom represents the money spent on food. Each restaurant meal is easily $20. After eating, one has to eventually use the washroom. It represents the money spent on food. And the anxieties linked with that. I have prayed that God lifts me from such anxieties.
I no longer wake up in fear and anxiety that lasts the whole day long after I have a long vivid dream. I'm getting used to it I guess. Also I think the Church healing circle really helped me.
Dreams are what they are.
I write down my dreams because all this will come up in my life review after I die. In a life review, every single second of a person's life is reviewed and expanded upon and explained. I would sure like to get an explanation to all my dreams.
Monday, November 15
Dawson Creek. Was there for a long time.
I revisited a room that once knew. Food was served. It was German food instead of the Chinese food I was expecting.
Hie was there. She said, "You have two women in your life. It's natural that one of them would boss you around."
I saw Chuck. He had a yellow painted truck parked in a parking lot.
I was flying but instead of sitting and grabbing underneath the legs at the knees I went into a pose where I was flying a star Wars flying speeder. A child who was a boy jumped on me at the left side. I shook him off and took my time to gently put him down on a bench that was to the left of me.
Riding a flat car train. Lots of people were on it. A lady wearing a beige one piece swimsuit was lying down. A man sitting behind her head took scissors and cut her bikini exposing her breasts. I was aroused when I saw this. Another woman who was on that flat train shook her head disapprovingly. The lady wearing the swimsuit I saw, had a very thin needle-like nose. The thinnest I've ever seen.
Dream over.
I forgot a lot of it. Dreams are simultaneously remembered and not remembered. I don't want to remember my dreams. They are too weird and I wonder if I'm crazy for having them. I've gotten used to them and no longer fear them. Long and vivid dreams. They are normal. Me writing them down gives me a strength and advantage of character and a courage that others might or might not have.
Anxiety is a carryover from a primeval era. We basically have the same physiology as people did during the caveman days. Anxiety is part of an ancient survival mechanism that carries over into today. A little bit of anxiety is normal. The key is to not have anxiety about the anxiety as that sets up a vicious circle. Accept that anxiety is a normal part of life.
If dreams are travelling to another dimension or realm as the Native Americans believe then why don't I ever have dreams about visiting more places like the Egyptian pyramids, cities in Europe and Asia etc. There is an answer to that. The spirit is attracted to certain places and tendencies in a person's character or personality draw them to certain places and not others. And they are drawn to these certain places over and over and over and over again. It's normal for dreams to be bizarre and surreal. I haven't heard of a dream that is not bizarre and surreal.
Friday, November 19
A crab restaurant in Vancouver. I then returned to Victoria BC looking for a crab restaurant in Victoria. The crabs had a strange knotty texture.
Saturday, Nov 20
Night time. There were two crows in my room. They went down my back and up my left sleeve. I killed them chopping off their heads and threw them out the window. I knew crows communicate and spread rumors. As soon as I threw them out the window, a bunch of birds, lots, including crows and owls appeared. I ran to my parents to ask for advice and for comfort.
I dropped acid in an overseas trip to Cambodia. Then I lost the acid being 5 purple paper tabs in a row. Purple is a royal color. I then remembered in the dream that I was dreaming. So I didn't lose anything.
In a room with an old friend L Taylor. I said, "It is an ill wind that blows nobody any good." He said, "You're smart. Wait until you turn 18." I said, "I'm 51 years old." He said, "You're a smart young man."
End of dream.
Taylor is an anagram: Royal-T.
Royalty.
Dreams no longer scare me like it did for the past few weeks before. Dreams are mostly forgotten. Or else they are scenes that I can't put my finger on enough to describe. I forget at least 50% of the dream upon awakening.
Why am I doing drugs in dreams? I don't do drugs in waking life. Not even marijuana.
Sunday, November 21
Night time. My father and another Chinese man who was standing three feet away from my father's right were at an outdoor store. My father was standing behind a store counter. The other man wasn't.
I quoted Roger Moore from For Your Eyes Only.
I said, "The Chinese have a saying, If your planning revenge, you better dig two graves." When I said this, the other Chinese man raised his eyebrows up and down and smiled.
I then paraphrased the quote. I said, "The Chinese have a saying, Ching-ah chong-ah, hie-yah, hie-yah!" The other Chinese man looked displeased. I then walked away.
Monday, November 22
Daytime. I go into a gas station office. Lots of young people. I ask for a cup of coffee. I get one. I ask for a cup of coffee two more times. It was unpleasant. I was given other things. A young Black man was there. One of the things I got was a large round cardboard patch with a Black fist on it from the young Black man. The young people weren't happy to see me there. Dreams can be edgy.
I saw Ewan MacGregor. He was giving a teaching lecture to some young people gathered around him. This lecture happened outdoors on a street island of grass.
Tuesday, November 23, 2021
All this dream happened in daylight setting.
A family reunion. My sister led me back to the family home. My father had a different personality, that of a younger and more Westernized man.
Then on a velvet blue chair some hair trimmings, grey and white. I was told they were the hair trimmings of Queen Elizabeth after she got a haircut. As soon as I knew this I put the hair trimmings in my right hand jacket pocket!
A concert from an old 60s band.
I saw a lady with a beard. I asked her, "How do you simultaneously go through life and have a beard?" I saw two large brown grasshoppers on a table.
Hypnagogic vision of young Prince William and Prince Harry as children. Prince William was seated to Prince Harry's right. They were both wearing light grey fleece shirts.
Dreams can get crazy. I'm not scared of dreams anymore for some reason. Mostly because I forget at least 50% of dreams when I wake up.
Sometimes I forget about 100% of them.
Why do I get Royalty featuring in my dreams? What's that all about?
"You might think I'm making it up. I think I'm making it up!" Marisa Ryan
Note: A few days after I had this dream, I saw a YouTube video about a tour of the Mayfair neighborhood in London England. I clicked on it. Why not? The video showed GF Trumper, the hair salon where the Royal's get their haircuts.
Wednesday, November 24
Night time. I went to a house that had a lot of cats on a wooden porch. One of the cats attached itself to my shoulder when I left. Heading West down Hastings towards Boundary in Vancouver, the cat was still on my shoulder.
I was then at the now closed Vancouver Centre Cinemas on Granville and Georgia. In the dream, the cinema was still open. I looked in and saw a concrete wall. There was a Chinese restaurant in the extended lobby of the cinema.
Thursday, November 25
I was at a Star Wars film set. I was fighting a female Jedi and we both had lightsabers. I had two blue lightsabers. I did a few backflips with my lightsabers.
A backflip is a modified cartwheel.
Off set at the Star Wars film set, I said, "This fucking sucks." Someone said to me that the word fuck was forbidden.
I went to a dining room where donuts were served.
Leaving the dining room, someone said a sentence that used the word mucking. Mucking, that's a word to use instead of fucking.
A crowd of people around a silver c3po type robot. I approached it and said "How do you turn this thing on or off?" Most people laughed. A man looked disapproving.
Strange. Paul McCartney was playing a piano. He was verbally composing his will. "I being of sound mind and body." he said.
Dream over.
Saturday, November 27
Most of dream forgotten. Good!
However one scene is passing Battlestar Galactica cylons on the street. First I flashed them a peace sign with two fingers upraised. The a sign with the pinkie and thumb only upraised. I thought it was a rock concert sign. Then someone said, "The 'Y' sign."
In the evening I googled y sign. To my surprise that hand sign is the sign language sign for the letter y! Dreams teach!
Sunday, November 28
This evening I had a strange dream but I don't know how to talk about it. I was in a elevator. I was taken to the land of the dead and met dead people black and white. I asked them how they felt. "Just like living." they said. Then I was told I'd be explained why Brexit happened, why England had to separate from Europe. I was never given the explanation. Typical. There was an old kind British woman with me. When I asked, "Am I breathing?" I woke up.
After having this weird dream, I wonder if I'll die soon.
