March 1, 2022
I was driving a yellow school bus and driving my sister to University. The first day I was late. School starts at 8:45 but after waking up at 7:45 and getting preparations done, I set out at 8:30.
The second day, I set out at 8:00 am and would get her to University on time.
I was at the University and spoke with some people there. I wondered if I could repeat grade 12 a second time on a volunteer basis. I thought, How could I do that at age 50? They said, Instead of going through grade 12 again, why not do first year University which makes more sense.
Saturday, March 5
Morning dream.
I was sitting at a picnic table indoors. Someone, a lady was with me sitting across from me. She said, "Your mother died. You're a millionaire."
I don't know if I want to be a millionaire. "Poor but comfortable." as Shakespeare said. Millionaire means making overwhelming choices. Accumulate a bunch of useless trinkets and knick knacks. Even the idea of owning a BMW as a millionaire isn't that great. Owning a car is high maintenance with all kinds of expenses. And getting into an accident even a minor one is worse than not owning a car at all. You could be the most careful driver in the World but all drivers around you are clods and nitwits and not careful drivers. A ding, a scratch as someone parked next to me at the supermarket opens their car door and accidentally scratches my BMW and drives away. Absolutely awful.
Then later on in the dream I was wandering all through the shopping mall. There was a spiral staircase in the shopping mall. I had lost my shoes and was looking for them again. Then as I left the supermarket, the town was burning and there was black smoke.
Monday, March 7, 2022
Morning dream.
PM Justin Trudeau was sitting in a chair. He was wearing a white longsleeve shirt and purple and black diagonally striped tie. His right side was facing me as I sat on a couch. There was a small coffee table in front of him. He was reading a book and talking. Then there was a knock on the door. The door was in the center of the wall seven feet to PM Justin Trudeau's left. He gt up and answered the door. No one was in the hallway but a voice saying something to the right side of the hallway. Then he went out of the room and into the hallway turning left.
I was at University reading some course brochures. I thought of just studying one course at a time.
I found out on YouTube on the channel GB News later on today that, as it turns out, PM Trudeau met the Queen today for the first time since the Covid pandemic started.
Wednesday, March 9
I was visiting Israel. At one point I was at an archaeological site. It was night time, I was standing at a stone stairway with stone railings but it wasn't railings, it was solid stone and I found a small bell that was glowing yellow-white. 'This is an angel bell', I thought.
Part of a much longer dream that I forgot all about. Part of it had to do with a guy with an open briefcase of money and arguing. Nebulous.
Friday, March 11
Sensual erotic dream involving my friend Suzie. Details I won't get into. It was very erotic!
I tried looking for a sex video of her on my tablet. However the keyboard was in all light purple Hebrew letters. I couldn't understand that. I wanted English letters.
About three weeks ago I had a fleeting nighttime dream of Suzie. We were in a red car. She was driving. We were in a garage and until the metal sliding aluminum garage door slid fully upward, we could not get out of the garage. The aluminum sliding garage door was only partially open.
Sunday, March 13
I was at my cousins place but it looked like an old apartment that me and my parents used to live at. I saw one of my cousins. He had finely combed hair and was wearing a light purple long sleeve shirt. He said his name was Samuel. Then I saw him again but he looked different. He had scruffy hair, stubble and was wearing a blue sweat shirt. He was Larry. A female cousin told me that Samuel and Larry are two versions of the same person. I told Larry that I peeked at some drawings he had on a desk. He had the drawings there in 1978. I told him that the opening segment of my PCAD cartoon was based on his influence, the way he used to draw airplane and explosions.
Then I was dishwashing in a Thai restaurant. I thought I had to do it alone but there was another dishwasher there. He said something to me in Thai. I told him that I don't know what it means. He said, "Don't drink from the Policeman's cups." This is referring to my real life habit of drinking half finished drinks I see on the street. I am Groot. But if Police Officers are in an alley and one left a half finished drink on the ledge on an alley wall, that I was not to drink from it.
As I was washing dishes, a whole group of beautiful Thai ladies gathered around me.
Then I went to explore a Thai mansion. I thought it was empty but as I went in through the entrance and then up a staircase with railings, I saw a large group of Royal soldiers.
That's all I remember.
Wednesday, March 16
Last night I dreamed I was homeless in Vancouver. I did have a hotel to live in, but decided to be homeless for a few days. I then decided to go to UBC and to borrow a few books from the Library at UBC.
There were some bearded homeless guys, brown beards. One pointed to a storefront I could sleep overnight.
I then leaped and did a spin in the air effortlessly swinging a sack.
In the dream, I then visited a Chinese store. I spoke to the owner Faye in English but when I spoke Chinese, she was happy. A guy walked past making the peace sign. I mouthed "Thank you" silently. I had a bunch of coins, one of which was a 1972 two-nie which has the Queen side face up. I had a small picture of the old K of Thailand among the coins. Coins are a sign of angels especially coins in a dream.
Then I went to another place where I saw a bunch of Thai Buddhist monks wearing bright orange robes. One of them said, "Bang Sue" which is the name of a district in Bangkok.
This was a dream that I didn't really want to wake up from.
My friend Suzie is a great friend but I don't know how much of a friend. I might give up on this whole town and move back to Vancouver in a couple of years. I miss Vancouver. Vancouver has a many great scenes, UBC, Granville street, Vancouver Aquarium, Granville Island etc
I somewhat fear the future.
Thursday March 17
I was lying down on a table. Someone was examining my right arm. He said, "The ancient Egyptians used the canopic for the arm. It was a way to telepathy. It is not imagination, it is a shortcut to Brahma."
That could have been referring to dreams, how they are not imagination but a shortcut to God.
I was at a restaurant. My girlfriend Heather was seated to my left. Another lady young and slim was there sitting with us seated to my right. She was very interested in me. Perhaps she is another girlfriend.
My girlfriend said that I spent a lot of time with her and that she wanted to be alone.
Friday, March 18, 2022
I was sitting on a couch. A black man was riding on a skateboard with two white ladies riding in front of him. I had seen them earlier in the dream so this was the second time I seen them.
I was outdoors at night on a city street working on computers. My cousins were to the left across the street. They were in a band. Twice they called me over to join them. I refused. Then they left going in the direction behind me. I then ran back and asked to join them. There was a Chinese young lady I didn't recognize but she was a friendly leader. We all then went into a room. My cousins all looked young, full black hair. My cousin Larry offered a plate of snacks. It was golden marmalade on some small bread slices. But some of the snacks were blackened and burned.
Just then my grandmother walked in. She looked vivid almost as if she was sweating. She was wearing a blue shawl around her head. I waved to her. She didn't say anything. She looked so alive then I forgot she was dead. My grandmother died in December 2002 yet she looked younger and more vivid, bright colors, in that dream. Her funeral was on January 6, 2003 which I attended. There was a Star Wars poster diorama with brick columns and there was a stormtroopers standing there.
When I was waking up, I heard a voice say, "Royal treatment."
I woke up fearful and doubting that I have the strength to handle the future.
I just remembered this. I am writing this on Saturday, March 19. Years ago when I was in Thailand, I wrote to my cousin that if he were to write to me about a money transfer, I needed to borrow money to get out of Thailand which I later returned, that he was to use the word marmalade as a code word so that I would know it was him. Then now, years later, golden marmalade appeared in a dream about my relatives.
Saturday, March 19
I was about to go to University. I was asked what my previous post secondary school experiences were. I replied that I dropped out in my first year at Langara. I also said that I have ADD attention deficit disorder and that I couldn't handle university. I was making a sandwich with butter and sliced garlic and roast beef slices.
I then reflected that my brother must be graduating University about now, no wait, I'm 51, over 50, so he must have graduated from University years ago.
I also dreamed about animating a cartoon about a spaceship as wide as the Earth. This spaceship had within it a cluster of fishbowls clustered together. I also dreamed of animating a fight scene. One man had two swords, the other man had four swords two in each hand forming an 'x'. As the man with two swords raised his arms and bore down, the man holding the four swords two in each hand forming and 'x' the cruxes of the 'x' caught the two swords swinging down and the man with the 4 swords kicked the man holding the 2 swords in the stomach and he rolled back. That was an idea for an animated cartoon.
SecureTeam10 did a video on YouTube about a spaceship coming out of the sun that was as large as 4 Earths.
The very large ship in the movie Close Encounters of the Third Kind wasn't even the mothership. The mothership is at least as large as the planet Earth or several times larger.
As for animating cartoons I have to be in a really good place. I have to be inspired and I have to have a vision or story idea. Currently, I'm bereft of ideas. Even if I did a cartoon, it would wind up on YouTube resulting in low view counts for most of them, no money for doing it and lots of snarky comments. For what I would get back for doing it, I just don't want to do it as it would be a waste of time. There's simply no real good incentive for doing it as years of experience has shown me that.
That's the human species. It's like a bucket of crabs. When a crab tries to escape from a bucket, first the other crabs pull it down. If it tries again, the other crabs pull off a limb. If it tries again, the other crabs will kill it. That describes the pernicious benighted human species. If you try to advance yourself or to go to a better place, other people will try to pull you back down to their level.
"God being for you is greater than the World being against you." Joel Osteen
That's good because otherwise I'd give up on life.
"No person can stop the blessings that God has in store for you." Joel Osteen
Sunday, March 20
I was at a marijuana shop. There were small purple marijuana buds being sold. I bought a small bag and smoked some of it. It was good. I wanted more but was told I could only purchase once a day. There was a man in a wheelchair. I wondered if he could get some for me. I think that purple is a Royl colour.
I was working in a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown Vancouver. I was working in the kitchen. I was singing. I scraped off some grease from a stove.
Thursday, March 24
2 am to 2:30 am
Absolute nightmare.
There was a blue parrot in the washroom. I tried to force it out of the window.
The window was one that slid to the right. However much I tried to force the parrot out of the window, it used its left wing and pried the window open and flew back in. I closed the bathroom door and went into my room and got a spray bottle. The spray repelled the parrot and I was finally able to get it out of the window.
There was a baby tiger in my room. I grabbed its throat, took it to the bathroom and threw it out the window where it landed on the alley below.
Then in my room was a baby zebra and a cat. The zebra and the cat bit my arm. I grabbed them by the throat, two animals grabbed by the throat in my right hand and I threw them out the window onto the alley below. I looked out of the window of my room. It was night time. The alley below was bordered on two sides by wooden slat fences of brown wood running parallel to my room window. There were a lot of Africans around men and women. A lot of them had glowing eyes, perhaps reflecting what light there was around them, light from windows, etc. I sensed that they were watching me throw the animals out of the windows and word got around so there were a lot of them. They were hitting a woman wearing a red coat and bent over a box on her left side with a stick, her left side being turned to pulp. I sensed that was what they were going to do to me. I quickly turned away from the window.
A YouTube video talking about an NDE that took place in hell mentioned glowing eyes.
Also, I woke up to a large bed bug having bitten my right arm quite a few times. I caught it and disposed of it.
If I ever saw a parrot or a baby tiger or a baby zebra or even a cat in my hotel, I would not throw it out of the window. I would call animal rescue.
The dream was so vivid that for a minute after waking up, I forgot what it looked like outside of the window of my room. I thought it was really an alley. Instead it looks out to the top of the roof of a bank.
These last two days I saw quite a few delinquents, the nutty people in this town on the street. Some made some inters tions with me and talked to me.
On Tuesday, I went to Beacon Hill Park petting zoo. I petted the pig that was there. It was a Vietnamese pot bellied pig. A tall ten year old boy with his mother and younger sister said to me, "I don't think you should put your hand in there." I was rather upset that he spoke to me. Was it the pandemic and he was playing petting zoo security guard and giving me orders? What a precocious psychotic delinquent child. I told my girlfriend about this and she said," Pigs sometimes bite." Indeed I did see the pig snap at the hand of a young child that was raising its hand to pet it.
Also on Tuesday I saw a old strange man with grey hair as I walked past the Church wearing a blue coat. He was disheveled and gave off a delinquent vibe. Then as bad luck would have it about half an hour later when I was sitting at a bench outside with my handicapped girlfriend in a wheelchair, he was there and asked my girlfriend for a cigarette. He said "I don't have any change. can I have a cigarette?" She curtly said "No!" What an unsavory interaction.
Yesterday on Wednesday, at Walmart I went to the dim sum section of a freezer. An employee was there and he was stabbing a box next to me to cut the tape that wrapped the box so he could fold it. The stabbing motion was kind of delinquent and I thought that maybe he wanted to stab me.
Then as I was pushing my girlfriend in a wheelchair, at one point, an Oriental man walking besides two Oriental women on his right waved his folded yellow umbrella pointing upwards to his left as if motioning me and my girlfriend to "Get out of my way! And move to the left!" I wasnt going to walk in front of him anyways. I gave him an angry look. He looked angry too. This town is full of nutty people.
As distressing as those situations were, they each only lasted a very short time.
Anyways the stress of these memories may have been what triggered the dream.
I don't know if I have the strength to go through the rest of my life. This town is not that much better than Vancouver when it comes to nutty delinquent people.
There are so many nutty people. My life is going nowhere.
After waking up, I saw a YouTube video about Africa. The African people in that video reminded me of my dream.
Maybe I shouldn't worry about nutty people. Some people, such as the Police, just about all they deal with is nutty people. If a situation isn't nutty enough to a minimum level, they are not interested.
"The average person spends their life getting out of tense situations. Repo man spends his life getting into tense situations." Repo Man.
In that way, the Police are like repo men. I wish I was as brave as the Police.
As crazy and freaky as my dreams can be, I don't think that they are as freaky as some dreams Police Officers and soldiers get.
The last few days I also had some very good interactions like pretty women smiling at me and some of them even talked with me.
The dream has me thinking twice about going on a trip out of town that I planned for today. But I might just cancel the trip out of sheer laziness like I have done about a hundred times.
Friday March 25
The first dream from 12:30 am to 3:30 am was about Japan. I don't remember it. I was in a hallway looking for a certain woman but even that part of the dream isn't accurate.
The second dream from 5:30 am to 9 am was me hanging a small female superhero doll with red yarn from something. I drew a red spiderweb above that.
Then there was one last Star Wars action figure set. I'm surprised that there weren't more and disappointed that it was mostly sold out. The action figure set was R5D4 but with the front bottom half broken off and missing. The second action figure was the bottom half was a round BB8 and the top half was a square droid that looked a lot like the gonk droid. Then driving down the street at night on the left hand side of the road to look for someone. End of dream.
Saturday, March 26
Visiting my parents and family. They were happy to see me. I worried about my previous thoughts about getting it on with my stepmother. Then we traveled together floating above. We looked down at a river and saw some James Bond 007 boats. Thames River?
I visited my parents a second time a few seconds afterwards. We went to a supermarket but they weren't that happy to see me then. Even then, during the second visit, I worried again about my stepmother thoughts worrying that they could read my mind.
There was a square room all white. The North wall of this room had a hallway running parallel to the North wall and there was an open doorway in the center of that wall. At the East wall there was an open door way near the North of the room. There was a vertical rectangular window on the South wall on the West side of the room. From North to South the room was 15 feet and from East to West the room was about 24 feet. And there was one more open doorway at the West of the room which was where I looked in and then entered. The room was lit with bright sunlight. A lot of people were seated in chairs lined all along the wall so that there was not one empty space. There was a security guard there too in a dark blue uniform and a security guard hat. I walked in the room and said, "My life is going nowhere. My life is a trap. I'm better off dead. I wish I had some heroin so I could end my life." hoping it would make a difference. No one said anything.
I used to say and think that negative crap all the time. Now I alway say "Thank God for the gift of life. The Lord is my shepherd. Glory to God in the highest. This is the day that the Lord has made. I shall rejoice and be glad in it."
This is the full story of my dream. I was going to leave out the part about my previous getting it on with my stepmother thoughts, I decided to leave it in to be even more honest and to give an example of how freaky dreams could be.
I didn't want to have that dream. I'm not suicidal but I do think my life is a trap. I don't know if there is heaven. I think that after people die, they go to the same weird freaky place they have always gone to in their dreams.
An old man in this town dispenses pamphlets that you would think were Christian tracts but they are decidedly unChristian. These pamphlets talk about how this Universe is ruled by demons, vampires, evil extraterrestrials, etc and that Jesus Christ never existed. If I sometimes worry that the cops would arrest me for being crazy for whatever reason, what about that guy? Why don't the cops arrest him for distributing these crazy antisocial pamphlets that get crazier and crazier all the time? This town is a crazy town. This town has lots of crazy people just like any other town.
Now I wonder if the pamphlets hint at a truth that there is no heaven to look forward to. That after we die we all go to that crazy weird freaky place of our dreams. Life is freaky and full of problems, the dream world is freaky and full of problems, and the afterlife is freaky and full of problems. All of existence is freaky and full of problems. Awake, asleep and dreaming, dying, there is no escape from an imperfect existence.
I often think my life is going nowhere. I'm not sure that God would be interested in guiding me to a good future despite Jeremiah 29:11.
Monday, March 28
I was at an airport in Italy. A muscular security guard with no hat and wearing a short sleeve dark blue polo shirt told me to go to a bench over there. I kept walking. He said, "I told you to go to a bench over there. You don't listen. I'm going to put a bullet in your brain."
Incidentally bench in Italian is banco from which the word bank is derived. In the very early days banks were conducted from outdoor benches on streets.
After having this dream I actually did visit my bank today to check my bank balance. I was planning to do this last night before having the dream as I wondered if a government tax refund of approximately $125 or more had been deposited.
I saw my girlfriend Heather wearing a red shirt on the opposite side of an L shaped that went up and to the left. I flew over to her. As I turned left there was a silver tourist bus parked on the street. The bus opened its exit door. I ducked and hit the ground. Then I got up and flew over to Heather. She asked how I got there. I told her that I flew and I'm surprised that people don't use their fluting ability more often. The dream was so vivid I forgot I was dreaming and that flying is something that is normally done.
Afternoon nap dream.
I visited my cousin Larry. I had a white shopping bag with groceries which I put away somewhere. Larry was a gangster and there were people around him with guns and he had a gun too. He had a surly personality. I told him that I admired his drawings. I said, "In my PCAD cartoon, the airplanes and explosions were inspired from your drawings I had seen." I also said something quite edgy. I said, "You punched me in the stomach when I was a child.
I also told him that I wondered if he did cocaine secretly when no one was looking.
There was a young dark skinned lady there. She was a loose woman. She had a thing with Larry hut then she kissed me too. French kiss. So vivid that I actually could feel her tongue rubbing against mine.
Larry told me that he would shoot me with a gun if he ever saw me on the street.
I collected my groceries and also put together a dozen hamburgers for later.
Just then Larry's mother my aunt walked in through a door to my right. She was wearing a new yellow rain jacket with hood, hood down. I told her about Larry's threat. She laughed and said that he would do no such thing.
I then told the young lady to look for me at an address in Vancouver.
Larry's mother died last year in January 2021. Yet in the dream she seemed young and alive. I do not live in Vancouver at any address.
Larry has a wife and at least one child. Yet in the dream his wife and child never appeared. In real life I am sure they are a large part of his life.
That's two dreams in a row where I was threatened with death through the use of a gun. I am slightly worried that someone wants to shoot me. Can the Police protect me from this? Time will tell.
Is Larry going to shoot me with a gun? But then is Larry the kind of person who is known for shooting people with a gun? I doubt it. I never heard of Larry doing anything like that. He does have a slightly edgy personality but not to the level where he would shoot someone with a gun.
Tuesday, March 29
Another family gathering with my cousins. Something very disturbing. I saw a Chinese guy I sensed was gay getting it on with a Chinese lady. I sensed they were both into me and was trying to inflame my passions, get me jealous. At first the guy was just kissing her. Then a few minutes later still at the gathering, I saw them in a sleeping bag next to a tent. They were getting it on in the sleeping bag. I like the Chinese lady but didn't feel jealous because I didn't know her. I'm not into guys so I didn't care about that gay guy at all.
At one point I opened a fridge and saw a wasp in the fridge. It was furious. I sprayed it all over with liquid nitrogen. I did not die. I put a stick in the wasps parrot beaked mouth. The wasp bit off the stick, snapping it.
Then me and someone were going to rob a bank. A Policeman appeared and said he was watching us but me and that someone out ran him. We were racing down the street and going through obstacle courses to get to the bank. We filed the first time and did it all over again, seeing the Policeman again. At one point there were miniature lightsabers. That guy and me each had three colored double bladed lightsabers but they were miniature lightsabers. My lightsabers didn't glow too well. It glowed dimly. The person who was with me said, "It's dim because you don't have the force with you. You have to be more confident." I got more confident instantly and my lightsabers glowed bright and I was able to attack a beige colored round statue and burn it with my miniature lightsabers.
Woke up at 3 am. An hour later I slept again.
I had three Guinea pigs each in a cage. One cage was to my left, one was in font of me and one was to the right as I was lying on a bed. On my left was a black Guinea pig, in front of me was a white Guinea pig and to my right was a white sheltie Guinea pig with a brown head. The cages had silver caging and a red plastic bottom. Then a white cat appeared. It scratched my left hand index finger quite hard with its claws. I guess that's another dream where a cat appeared.
Wednesday, March 30
I stayed at a room in a luxury hotel. The bed was all dark blue on a mahogany wood frame. Dark blue pillows and blanket. Looking at the bed from the front, to the left was a three paned glassed in section, some brown rocks like a rock garden within that glassed in section. To the left of that was a hallway with a window. To the right of the bed was a large open doorway that opened onto a living room. It was all white walls everywhere and the floor was tan colored.
I was on a bus traveling to different small towns in BC. When the bus rolled in to Vancouver, I was eating some fried chicken. The bus driver who was a black man said, "Get your things. It's time to go." while pointing to some of my luggage sitting on a floor section of the bus 4 feet away.
In Vancouver in the brick buildings industrial paper of town, Yaletown, it was a cloudy day and I tried looking for that room in a luxury hotel again.
Really weird: I saw Rob Lowe in my dream last night. It was in a pub made of all wood and the light was dim. He was sitting with a lady. I saw the right hand side profile of his face. He had dark eyebrows and smiled.
Before when I uploaded a picture I drew on Flip a Clip to Google photos, a copy of that picture would automatically go to my 'Shared' folder and would also appear in the 'Recent' folder for downloading to Blogger dot Com.
Now none of that happens. No copy of the drawing goes to my 'Shared' folder like it should and no copy of it goes to the 'Recent' folder.
I can still get the drawing for Blogger if I go to my Google photos folder when the prompt for uploading pictures for Blogger dot Com appears.
Oh well, just some new crap to get used to. I saw a notification that says app permissions are revoked if the app hasn't been used for three months for security purposes. This means that if you haven't used an app for three months, the app has to somehow ask you for permission to go into your files, photos etc again. Maybe this has something to do with it.
Who cares? That's just cosmetic. As long as I can share the drawing on blogger and if I need the picture in the future, I just go to blogger, view the actual page and download it from there.
Thursday, March 31
I was staring inn a small airplane with someone.
Then I was walking down the street with my brother. We saw this older woman with long blonde hair who was standing with some people including a younger woman also with long blonde hair. She was standing on some stairs, three steps and a slight platform against a door against a building in the middle of the street. She took off her shirt to reveal a black bikini top. I made a small o with my mouth. I was interested!
I said to my brother, "Maybe we shouldn't be friends anymore. I'm cramping your style and you're cramping my style."
I walked on and then said, "Maybe I should kill myself. I'm not getting laid. I'd rather not live than to live a life where I'm not getting laid."
I'm not suicidal so it's weird I would say that in a dream. Now it makes me wonder what I'm doing being alive. Maybe life is a mistake. I have all the wrong friends. Even Suzie is just a carrot on a stick. Killing oneself would cause a physical decline that would register as a sickness, an illness, an extreme medical crisis. My life is in God's hands. I am not going to put a death threat on myself. Whatever happens or doesn't happen I have to go on living and brace myself for what in all likelihood would be a dismal and boring future. But a dismal and boring future is better than suicide. Who knows the future might bring some good surprises.
One time, my girlfriend said, "Your future will be better than you imagine."
Another time she said, "You'll make it. You'll be OK. You are going to surprise us and blow us away."
That's why I'm with her. She is a very sweet and wonderful lady.
