Saturday January 1, 2022
At an outdoor fish market. Cloudy day. A lot of people were there. My father was there too. There were two fish in a bag. I knew the names of their species in Cantonese.
Then I spoke with my father. I said a sentence in perfect eloquent Cantonese. During the conversation, I said the words 'wan diem' which means however. I usually never think of these words. Not for years.
Then I was at a University in Hong Kong. I was in my dorm room. Then my cousin Tom led me to the classroom. There were silver cubicle lockers on top in the back row of the classroom. I had brought a pair of grey socks that I brought from my dorm room and put it in a grey metallic locker.
I sat in the classroom. I changed places, top row very far right hand side.
I saw my old friend Derek wearing a light short sleeved blue football shirt with two stripes on each sleeve. He gave me a high five.
Then I sat at a table cafeteria near the classroom. I saw my old high school friend. Then I saw another high school friend. She was very friendly to me. "Penny! I had a guinea pig named Penny!" I then whistled like a guinea pig. Penny touched my leg. I touched her hand and she rubbed her fingers slightly on my hand.
Then I saw my old high school friend seated at the table to the right of me.
It was Christian Mike. He had a suntan.
A food vendor brought a large transparent rectangular Tupperware basket with some food, some steamed squid tentacles. The price was advertised with a sign on the Tupperware box, ¥2,500. I asked how much the exchange rate was. Someone said, "A bunch of numbers." Then I said, "A bunch of numbers." Someone else said, "You're funny!"
I then sat on a seat outdoors. One of two seats, I sat at the right hand seat with a seat to the left of me. An authoritative person walked in front of me, right over my lap crossing from the right to the left. I wondered if he was a Police Officer. I reflected that since I was in Hong Kong, most of the guys in the University are good at martial arts and good fighters.
I then reflected that I would really rather be at UBC but that the tuition of this University was only $100 per course.
I went back to the classroom lockers looking for the grey socks I had put in a locker before. There were some people playing tennis in a field leading up to the locker. I had a dagger with me at the time for some reason. I made a slight martial arts move with the dagger. I was surprised at how fast I was.
The socks weren't there in the locker. Dream over.
Penny was the name the SPCA gave the guinea pig. I myself changed the name to George. The SPCA listed the guinea pig as female when it was a male.
Another time, a guinea pig listed as male was actually a female. I adopted it. I regarded the guinea pig as a male. Then a lady who was living in the same apartment house as me said at the time, when I showed her the guinea pig and she asked if it was male or female and I told her that it was a male, "My father used to always have me wear boys shorts." Strange that she would say that. I checked again. The guinea pig was actually a female.
It was a very sweet dream. I wish I was still there. I was young in the dream and didn't know I was dreaming. I thought I was really there. It was good to see some people from high school again. They were all very young looking in the dream. I'm age 51 now. How old would they look?
I woke up remembering that it's the new year now.
Afternoon nap.
In a van lying down on a bed in the back of the van with a beautiful young lady with long blonde hair. She was French kissing me vigorously. There were some people outside the van. One was a guy wearing a red sweatshirt with black lettering which said something about China Man. Weird dream. Then there was a bunch of ladies with large beasts. One of them, a tan Oriental one looked like a lady I once knew. I said, "Rita?"
She was still kissing me non stop.
Then someone was driving the van, some people with dyed colored hair.
End of dream.
This was another nice dream that I didn't want to wake up from. I wanted to be with that sweet lady.
Sunday January 2, 2022
I was at a University classroom. There was a University girl sitting next to me. A University guy was flirting with her. "You have to know how to flirt with women." He said.
I was in Thailand at a hotel. A mischievous young Arab concierge gave me some money. The money was strange. Some of the bills he gave me had a face on one end and was blank on the other. I told him I knew where to go here in Bangkok to get things. I mentioned Chatuchak market or Talat JJ.
Note: Yesterday on the sidewalk outside of Walmart, I found some playing cards. I picked up 52 cards. One of the cards was strange. A card back design on two sides rather than on one side as normal. I incorporated this in the dream with the strange currency notes the concierge gave me.
Also the deck of cards I found was missing the king of spades. It was replaced with the strange card with the double sided card back. The King of spades represents KG6 as I represented in my Planet of the Apes cartoon I did years ago.
On this day I saw Angkor The Lost Civilization of Cambodia at IMAX. The Thai themed dream was an omen of this.
Monday January 3, 2022
A dream of Natives.
I was at a park. There was a young Native lady about 14 years old. She wasn't wearing a top. I was licking her breasts. Weird dream.
"Weird is a side effect of awesome" seen on a playing card outside of IMAX theater.
Then there was me and there was a Native guy as I was looking for a book that a Native author wrote. The book was called Shane and Shago wrote the book.
I woke up at 5 in the morning. Less sleep than usual. I will probably make that loss of sleep up with an afternoon nap.
At 9:30 am, I saw a YouTube video, Princess Anne At 70. The video was on my YouTube recommendations. I clicked on it.
At 10:00 am I had a morning nap.
I saw my old blonde girlfriend Emma in Vancouver. She had a red double decker ice cream waffle cone. We went into a hotel. She gave the red ice cream to the desk clerk. Another person gave the person a blue double decker ice cream cone.
Walking up the stairs next to the lobby of the hotel, Princess Anne was walking up the stairs behind me! She stopped to greet me at the landing on top of the stairs. I told her I animate cartoons. Noble films. I told her that I thought it was a failure.
I followed Princess Anne as she toured the town.
Princes Anne then went into a fancy old English style house in town. This house was also a bed and breakfast hotel. She sat on a couch in this house. She sat to my left. And Her lady in waiting sat to her left.
She asked me why I thought it was a failure.
I told her because I didn't make any money with it.
Her right hand touched my left hand. I lifted my hand along with her hand and gave her hand a kiss.
I had to leave her but was reluctant to leave her.
As I left the house and flew, I looked back as I heard Princess Anne say,
"I can move on better than you do." she said.
"I can move on better then you do."
I was flying down a hill. I lying down on my right as I flew my left leg was crossed over my extended right leg. After awhile I still flew but not as high as I lost height. A lot of people were at the bottom of the hill on a street. I was flying among them. There were private school students in Uniform and there were also quite a few Police Officers in uniform. End of dream.
This is how Princess Anne appeared in my dream.
A Royal dream!
I woke up after this dream and Joel Osteen on YouTube was on autoplay. He said, "You have Royal blood flowing through your veins."
Holy! Just as I was typing that last sentence, he said again on another autoplay video that is now playing as I write this, "You have Royal blood flowing through your veins." The timing!
I may have Royal blood flowing through my veins as Pastor Joel Osteen said however woke up today feeling very depressed thinking that I have no future. I only see rooming houses, poverty and loneliness in my future. I even wondered if I am just as well if not better off dead. I have to go on living despite these thoughts because that is the decent right and proper thing to do.
Why would someone with no future like me have Royal dreams? Baffling.
Thursday, January 6
In the night, I visited my old hotel where I was staying at. It didn't look exactly like my old hotel but I sensed it was. There was a board over the window of my old room. There were others with me when I went in and waked down the hall to my room. I opened the mini fridge. All the food had spoiled. So much so that as soon as I opened the fridge, the tops of the bottles broke and rotten liquid oozed out.
Daytime. Then in another hotel I was currently staying at, there were a few young women in their 20s in my room. 4 blondes and one Asia lady.
I ws then walking down the street with one of the blondes. We went into a clothing store. Then an Oriental clerk at the store warned me that the blonde I am walking with has a bad reputation for being crazy.
Some more in the dream I don't remember now although at the time it was there. Not vivid, but there. Dream over.
Afternoon nap 3:00 to 3:30
Daytime. There was a very long line up to St Vincent de Paul Society on Yates St in this town. I stood at the end of the line up. It moved very fast and five seconds later I was at the front door. They were giving away food bags. I was let inside. My good friend who usually works there, she wasn't there. Maybe it wasn't her workday. I was given a food bag. And a purple Christmas cracker with White stripes. A muscular tall Native guy with shoulder length curly hair wearing a hospital gown behind me walking from my right to left gestured to almost take away my Christmas cracker from me. Just joking, he said. I turned to female worker and said, fucking asshole. I said it angrily about the Native guy.
I walked outside and crossed the street heading west in the direction of Esquimalt. Esquimalt Westquimalt. I saw a half slice of a brown glass bottom of a bottle on the ground in the snow. As I picked it up my food bag hit a metal pole. I heard glass breaking. I opened my food bag. There was a glass decanter, the top of it broken off. There was glass in the bottom of the decanter with some liquid that looked like white grape juice. I was going to drink it even though the glass was broken. I hesitated. Dream over.
Semi vivid dream. At the line up I thought I was actually there and awake. I didn't know I was dreaming.
Trivia. The real St Vincent de Paul didn't enter religious service until he was 40. I was 40 the first time I went to this St Vincent de Paul thrift shop. There is also a St Vincent de Paul thrift shop in Vancouver. The SVDP thrift shop in Southern California sells cars. They once sold a BMW for $800.
Purple Christmas cracker. Purple was a royal color in the Roman empire.
This purple Christmas cracker with white stripes looks pretty muc like the one in my dream.
SVDP is a Roman Catholic charity organization.
The real St Vincent de Paul who lived during the 1600s worked with the poor whom he called brothers and sisters in Christ.
Melissa McCarthy: "Are you drinking alcohol?"
Bill Murray: "I honestly don't remember."
St Vincent, movie
What does this dream mean? Heck, what do any of my dreams mean?
I saw on a YouTube video from ItsHadrian that St Vincent de Paul in Southern California was selling a BMW for $800 two years ago. Tempting but I wouldn't know if I'd get a BMW even at that price. I've always wanted a BMW. But the costs, the overhead is just money money money. Money for insurance which is about $2,000 a year. Plus gas and parking meter expenses. Also repairs and parts especially for an older BMW is very expensive. The thing with cars is if you get into a really bad accident, then it's better to not have owned a car at all. Cars can be an affordable form of fun if you're a millionaire or it's the company car and the company covers all expenses. Still you can be a very careful driver but on some days everyone around you is a nutty driver.
Riding the bus is a chauffeured service. The bus diver is the chauffeur. Also while a BMW can cost $50,000, a city bus costs at least $150,000 each. The bus is the more expensive luxury vehicle experience. On a bus if you bring a radio and headphones, it's also a car radio experience. A ride on the top level of a double decker bus is an experience that no BMW can replicate.
I might have been able to get a tan BMW in Dawson Creek. That town still has lots of free parking spaces. The smaller the town, the more free parking there is. It was an older BMW. It looked like a 1986 BMW 320i. Not bad.
I'm guessing that BMW was worth about $5,000.
If I ever get a lot of money, I'd search online for the nicest and at the same time the cheapest BMW I could get. I'd like an 80s model that still runs. Color doesn't matter. Surprise me. I'd get. BMW of any color if I was rich. Still, I'd go for red or white or black or blue as preferential color choices. Purple? Why not? I probably wouldn't opt for a green BMW.
I would need my BMW to be four doors and to have standard transmission. Without standard transmission, there's no way to fully know a BMW engine performance idiosyncrasies.
It would be the miracle of the century if I were ever to get a BMW. Also me ever getting married would also be the miracle of the century. I don't think I'll ever have either of these things so why doesn't God just end my life in my sleep and we'll call it even. Without these things I can't think that I'll ever have a good future. An adequate acceptable future perhaps but not a good future. What's the point of me living if my future isn't going to be good?
If I had a BMW, I would need to go to Vancouver and to visit downtown Vancouver, Granville Island and UBC and Vanier Park with my BMW otherwise what's the point?
In Victoria, I would need to visit downtown Victoria, Dallas Road Beach, the James Bay Inn, Craigdarroch Castle, Beacon Hill Park, Christ Church Cathedral and also Sidney BC with my BMW or otherwise what's the point of me even having a BMW?
Saturday, January 8, 2022
The first part I remember was at night on the streets. I was seated in the front seat in a car someone was driving. The car made a right turn and then suddenly backed up.
Then I was somewhere else. End of dream. There was much more to it now totally forgotten.
I remember now. I was in a room in Dawson Creek. My friends June and John were there. I told June that I wondered if there were any intellectuals in Dawson Creek. She said there were if you look around. She then said give John a hug. At the exit door that was open, John was there. He was a large fat guy but I have him a quick hug as June suggested me to do. June was standing there too. I gave her a hug and then also kissed her on the cheek.
Sunday, January 9
I was in an old fashioned 50s bar at night. Lots of pinball tables and neon bowling pins. A red haired waitress smiled at me as she told me next door at Margaret Maclean's it was a brothel with lots of friendly young girls who I would like and who would like me.
A Thai lady was sitting on a chair four feet in front of me holding an open book. She asked, "How do you say Prince in Thai?" I said, "Chow chie."
Then in a Thai prison.
Then outside in the prison yard, the warden was standing to my left. I stood up and jumped up grabbing my feet behind me and I levitated. I'm good at doing this, I thought and I wondered why I didn't do it more often. I forgot I was dreaming. Then digging some prison flower plots. My friend Norm from Vancouver who himself spent a few years in prison for something or other was there with me. It was good to see Norm again.
End of dream.
Afternoon nap. 4:00 to 4:45
I was looking out of my room window to the office across the way. Three women were working there. They noticed me. The manager, a tall woman with shoulder length brown hair wearing a dark blue sweater walked over to talk to me.
Dreams exist in a different time dynamic. Time travel is time experienced on an objective level, and not on a subjective level as it seems to appear. Etc. Einstein said that the passage of time is an illusion. Everything is happening simultaneously.
Time is an algorithm although I would like to see this exact algorithm expressed mathematically in a written calculus equation. I wonder if I ever will. I think some people would have already worked this out at a University.
Whether traveling through time in a time machine or going through time as is normally done, each is an algorithm within an algorithm, I think. I don't know. I don't have a mathematics or calculus degree from a University.
Saturday, January 15
In Dawson Creek again. Lots of people around.
Then another dream. In a horror movie involving being on a sinking ship. Jack Nicholson was there. At first the ship sank and I could feel the sinking. It was probably on a studio set where the floor actually drops. As the ship sank, I saw a watery horizon with an orange tinged sky with boats on the water. I found a pair of nunchuks and used them. There was a face of an old lady behind an elevator with bars. I said, "That's OK. I'm into older women." Few interactions with people. I said the Lord's Prayer in this dream. Nothing happened. Then the floor lifted up again.
Strange dream. More to it now forgotten.
As the ship sank, I saw a watery horizon with an orange tinged sky...
Sunday, January 16
A guy found a bowl of rocks. The bowl was white with a blue netting design on it. These were iron ore rocks able to withstand great pressure and were worth $390,000 million or $398 biliion. He could have saved the rocks for himself but he gave it to a corporation. He thought, 'If I could only have kept just one of the rocks.' He then sat in a corner regretting it. No one would give him high fives.
Strange dream or what?
Tuesday, January 18
I was at a University. I sat at a white round table. Then a blonde University girl and iJustine were there! Then they walked out the modern glass door next to the table. It was dusk, nearly night time. I yelled out to them saying something strange, "You look like a pig and iJustine looks like a shark."
At another area of the University at a hallway, I sat at a seat which was an are recessed into the walls of the hallway. I had some drawings of iJustine.
Then all of a sudden, she was standing next to me to my left. She was wearing a single piece dress with thin horizontal red and white stripes. She looked at the pictures. Then she walked to a double doorway behind me down the hall about 15 feet away. I turned my head around to look at her. Each time I did, she looked at me. I did this three times. The final time, I looked at her and she had her back towards me but she turned her head to her right and looked at me and said, "Arf! Arf! Arf!", playfully barking like a dog.
Then I went to a classroom that I somehow knew iJustine went to. I picked up some dimes off of a table.
I think this dream could mean that iJustine said she is Catholic and today is a day that I went to the soup line at the Catholic Church.
Thursday, January 20
I danced to a Rolling Stones song. People around me thought I am a good dancer.
Then I saw John Belushi. In the dream he was acting in a perhaps a black and white, I don't really remember, movie but the dream also said he was acting and not spending time with his children. Which is strange because in life I'm not sure if he had any children. The dream ended saying that some people said that he was the most funny and st the same time most serious comedian.
It goes without saying that all dreams are strange. Most of my dreams are in color. This one strangely, I think might have been in black and white. Really odd.
Friday, January 21 2022
In Bangkok Thailand at night. Shopping and looking for angel blankets with tall Scottish Spud from Trainspotting. Found the blankets at a flea market. Had to leave Bangkok knowing I would never see Spud there ever again.
Saturday, January 22
In a modern house with some Natives. I sat crossing one leg over the other, the right leg over the left leg and I levitated. I was levitating all the while thinking, "I'm actually good at this!" I didn't quite remember I was dreaming and thought I was awake and wondering why I couldn't levitate at other times.
Sunday, January 23
Leader of the Band from John Fogerty was playing on the television music channel and I incorporated that in my dream of being in a haunted house. I saw an old General and sang that song to him. He looked very old. At one point he just disappeared.
I was walking around somewhere outdoors on a sunny day and lost some of my teeth. They just fell out of my mouth painlessly including my two upper front teeth which were gone.
Monday, January 24
I went to the White House for the first time with VP Kamala Harris. She offered me a treat, a waffle cone which she had one too outside just before going into the White House. It was a sunny morning.
Going into the White House going into an underground parking lot with Kamala Harris. She was wearing a dark blue business woman's blazer. And a matching dark blue skirt that went to below her knees. She soon walked away to somewhere else and I was left in the underground parking lot. Someone was with me then, either a security guard or my spirit guide.
Very interesting dream. I woke up feeling very peaceful.
Tuesday, January 25
I was in another small town. I was living in a suite in which I had multi rooms all to myself. I wanted to move to a bigger city but was told I would only be living in a one room unit there versus the muti room suite here.
I had my old powder blue 1974 model Toyota Corolla in a yard. I was happy to see it again. Then it was gone. Stolen. I saw the female mayor of the town up the street outdoors working in a garden. She had grey hair tied up in a bun. She told me the car was valuable but also was somewhat offensive to the neo hippies. They stole it. That's the way it goes. Weird dream, of course.
Wednesday, January 26
Super weird. On a scale of 1 to 10, this ranks a near 10. Unbelievable.
Somber. In a darkened room of a haunted house. King George 6 was there. He was sitting down. White military uniform with the snackplate on the chest. He had orange eyebrows.
Then I went to see a doctor. I had knee like growths protruding out of my leg about four inches above my knees.
Next dream. Vivid and weird. I'll tell all the details although some are embarrassing.
Walking out of a house. There were two men who were also there. One said, "Alma." Alma means spirit or soul in Spanish.
I said, "An embarrassing thing happened to me at Alma Street 40 years ago." It was actually about 30 years ago. I lied.
Then someone else said, "Matt." The words Alma and Matt each were actually a part of a longer sentence that I don't recall.
Then I went to Dairy Queen.
I met a cute lady behind the till with long red hair done up in two pigtails one each to either side.
The DQ was sold out of a lot of things but I was able to order a soft swirl lollipop.
She showed me a cheque, her name is Elizabeth Shipley. I said to her, "Better Shipley than Shipless." She laughed.
Then a man with cropped blonde hair stood to my right. He said that he wanted to kill me.
I ran out of the store then up a hill. The uphill grade of the street was making it difficult to run very fast. I looked behind me. He was running after me and fast. He caught up with me and tried to hit me with a window cleaning tool. It snapped in half but did not detach. I used it as nunchuks.
I hit him and he flew to the roof of a house across the street to my right and exploded. Others on the street cheered.
I went into a martial arts dojo a few blocks away. It was two blocks ahead and half a block to the left from where I had been. There were quite a few people in a boxing ring. Among them was my friend Don who was the new Bruce Lee and an old kung Fu master. The crazy blonde guy had followed me there and was also in the boxing ring. I told the kung Fu guys in Chinese that this guy wanted to kill me. They fought him easily holding his head down on the ropes.
They trained him and he was a teacher.
At a celebration dinner in a dining room, long table, the crazy blonde guy had a celebratory drink. After the drink he was mad crazy again.
In another room, the Bruce Lee guy dunked him as he was lying supine in a tank full of water nearly drowning him. I was so mad at the crazy guy that I wanted him to die. The old kung Fu master was sitting next to the tank. I said that I wanted revenge or 'boe saow' in Chinese.
Then outside the martial arts dojo. A sign said that the new Bruce Lee trains here. Dream over or what I could remember of it. Long vivid dream or what? This isn't my first rodeo when it comes to long vivid dreams.
I saw on a YouTube video that said when you dream of someone hurting you or wanting to hurt you, that's a sign that you are too self critical.
Friday, January 28
Weird again. I incorporated the 6 wives of Henry 8. Divorced beheaded, dead, divorced beheaded lived.
I was in an alley. An Oriental girl who was 10 a few years ago was now about 16 and talking to me more friendlier.
A young White boy and I were going on a trip to Thailand. In Thailand we saw a row of Buddhist Priests chanting. The boy pointed to a candle and said "What's that? " The Priest didn't understand English. I said "ah nee arai", 'What's that?' Then the priest said it's a candle.
The boy got a plane ticket and left Thailand before I did.
So so weird. Why are all dreams so weird?
Saturday, January 29
In the dark of night in Vancouver, I had a motorcycle I was riding on. I was on Expo Boulevard heading West. From Expo Boulevard and Abbot, two black and white Police vehicles, one Police covered pickup truck and a squad car made a left turn from Abbot onto Expo Boulevard going in the opposite direction I was going. I went to a mechanic at a machanics shop with orange coloured walls about my motorcycle and asked if I could leave it with him to repair. He told me I should hang in to it because some shops are untrustworthy.
Then I was washing dishes at a restaurant.
This morning at the first intersection I was about to cross, going West on Fort and Douglas in Victoria, I saw a Police squad car. I admire the Police. The Police don't have the mental problems and the fear that I have. The Police are without fear. I wish I was as mentally fit as the Police.
Sunday, January 30
It seemed so real. My friend Harold from another town visited me. However near the end of the visit I thought he stole a gadget that I had, one with a small television screen in which I uploaded my cartoons. I said, "You took it so you could sell it for heroin." Harold is a junkie. Strange dream, I know.
Previously I went to 7-11 at night to ask about this device. I was told the device can see symbols on boxes etc that only an infrared light can see.
Harold said faresell very pleasantly. No separation anxiety.
I then went to a Chinatown at night. I saw a black and white Police car on the way there. I was walking in one direction and the Police car was parked along a brick wall facing in the other direction.
I was then given another similar gadget that I lost, except the first gadget was all black and the second gadget was grey with small black buttons but it was a newer model of it with some of my cartoons pre uploaded.
Then I saw my old schoolteacher! She was sitting on a chair next to me to my left. I was sitting on a chair too. The chairs were made of thin beige coloured plywood which curved slightly. I said, "The political leaders. She was great, but he was majorly."
She said, "Majorly what?"
I said, "Majorly."
"Majorly what?" she said, as usual correcting my grammar.
I then had some marijuana I was going to roll into a joint. Strange dream. Anyways I said, "The President of the school board is great. But the word President could also mean the President of the United States." Some marijuana spilled out of the Ziploc baggie which held the marijuana and onto my lap as I was saying this.
Monday, January 31
I saw my old girlfriend Maria. She looked ver young but with two small sharp bumps on the left side of her face.
I was at a new style fancy restaurant washing dishes. I was in the dining area. I sang a Steely Dan song. The Second Arrangement. I went out of the restaurant. Then I went into the restaurant. I had forgotten my headphones. The female manager gave them to me.
I decided for the rest of the evening to go hang out at UBC. I went to another restaurant area near UBC. A Spanish guy wearing sunglasses and a camo shirt with no sleeves told me I was not supposed to go in. As I left I said something to him about Castro's area.
End of dream. Typically weird of course.
