Saturday, October 1, 2022
Last night, I dreamed I was at the grounds of the Legislative Buildings or some place that resembled that. I was doing triple pirouettes in the air perfectly. Of course in the dream dimension you can do anything perfectly, backflips, play hacky sack perfectly, do triple pirouettes perfectly etc.
Then I dreamed that Indonesia invaded. I was trying to run away. At one point I ran into a bus. The bus did a U-turn in an alley. There were a couple of Indonesian security guards wearing grey security guard uniforms. They noticed me leave the bus. I left the bus through a grey metal grated door resembling the door of a prison bus.
I ran away. At one point I saw that one of the Indonesian ladies with dark curly hair looked really pretty.
There were a few Indonesian ladies talking to the local ladies at restaurants. Dream over.
Dreams of military invasions are always scary.
Sunday, October 2, 2022
I was on vacation in Thailand. I visited someone's house. This person had converted a section of their house into a secret whorehouse.
Then someone else who went on vacation said that they always preferred to swim and relax.
I went to a Chinese soccer game. A new Chinese player had a Chinese tattoo that read 大 or big on the cheek of the left side his face and one that read 中 or central the left side of his neck.
Then I was walking home from college with this Brazilian guy. He then told me he was gay.
That's the umpteenth time the theme of gays appeared in my dreams. That happens more than I would want it to. That's not something I wanted to see in my dreams. However I have the courage and honesty to admit that I saw that in my dreams. A lot of people wouldn't admit anything they seen in their dreams in case people think they're crazy.
Monday, October 3, 2022
I went to a bookstore to congratulate an owner who had been there for years. I was given an old cardboard art box that I had when I was a child. Then my cousin smeared smashed carrots over my artwork and then poured on some tomato soup. He inferred that it would make the artwork better.
I went to visit my parents. My day was leaving and left for work. My stepmother left. I thought she went to work. My stepbrother told me she was going shopping for a couch.
My life is a mess and I sometimes wish that it would just end. My life is going nowhere and what's more, I don't know what it would look like if it were going somewhere. Going where?
I went to Church yesterday and I said, "My life is going nowhere. I am feeling ghastly and wretched and depressed. I ask God if my life is going nowhere if he could just do me in. I worry about the future."
The healing circle at Church said, "God is always with you. May God reveal himself to you. Try to stay in the present. If you're at risk of self harm, talk to a professional or at least one of the Priests here."
I said, "I don't want to self harm or do anything like that to myself at all. I just think if my life could end. I worry about the future."
"Keep your mind on the present." They said.
My real mother should have lived. It seemed that she was more together than I am. She had a better grasp of life than I do. She was more successful than me. If I could have it my way, like Burger King, I would trade my life for my mother's life as she died when I was an infant. I wish I had died instead and she had lived. It seems bizarre that I lived. Living without a mother, living without ever gotten married was a waste of time and energy. Why did I even bother living. God should have done me in and let my mother live. I would trade anything so that I could go back in time and have it that my mother lives and I don't especially seeing how my life turned out or didn't turn out. My life is a morass of unsuccessfulness. God made a mistake when he let my mother die and let me live. It should have been the other way around, God should have let my mother live and let me somehow die.
Tuesday, October 4, 2022
I was flying and able to kick apples on trees. At first my kicks were off center and misdirected but then I had the notion to center myself more to the target when kicking. I couldn't believe I was flying so well. This was another dream when I thought that flying was normal and all those times when I was awake and not flying was abnormal.
Then I went into a kitchen and talked with my cousin Larry about flying.
Thursday, October 6, 2022
Ultra weird. I was in a basement and about to interview a guy who was a child molester. But then someone else, perhaps my spirit guide led that guy away and my spirit guide was to interview him instead. Then I saw a bunch of ghosts. They looked like criminals. In the dream, I knew they were ghosts and not just normal dream people. The last set of ghosts before I left the basement were three Chinese guys in their late 20s. I sensed they were criminals but they were friendly and all smiling at me. I left up a wooden set of stairs with 2 x 6 wooden supports like that of an old style basement.
Then I was in Vancouver. My old editor of a paper I used to write for said that when in Vancouver, I should visit my relatives.
"Do you think they'd want to see me?, I asked
He smiled and nodded.
I then went into the bedroom of the house where my father was currently living. The bedroom was in the basement floor of that house.
I was scared to reveal that I dreamed of someone so odious as that first guy I was going to interview. It takes guts to reveal even the strange scary dreams.
Saturday, October 8, 2022
I visited Dawson Creek. It seemed so real. I was sitting at a table looking to my right out a window slightly above me at day time. I'm here, I thought.
I had some drugs with me. A small baggie of cocaine and some weed. Strange because I don't do drugs and don't want to. I was in a yard with a house there. I had my red scooter and I was doing some moves with it.
Two ladies I knew from Dawson Creek, a lady and her mother. I knew these ladies well. I gave them my drugs to hold on to for safekeeping.
I was inside looking at a sheet of paper with a bunch of names written on it in times roman font that was on top of a table. One of the names was George Fox. At the time, the name George made me think of King George VI.
Then I went to a washroom. There were some dirty toilets. There was some fettuccine pasta in one of the toilets which I flicked out of the toilet with my hand. There were urinals next to the row of toilets to the right of the toilets. The toilets had windows behind them. The urinals had no windows behind it and was at a wall 90 degrees from where the toilets were, in a darkened area.
I thought I was going to get my drugs back from safekeeping soon but the dream ended.
Sunday, October 9, 2022
I visited what I recognized as Woolworth's or else Zeller's Department store at Lougheed Mall in Burnaby BC in the 1970s. The Department Store was being renovated and was totally emptied out with broken down construction all throughout. I looked in through a hole in the wall that a demolition crane had smashed.
Monday, October 10, 2022
I was in a clothing store. I did some dancing. There were other people there. Then my dancing felt obstructed. I looked down and saw that I was wearing a green ankle length spandex ladies skirt which was part of a one piece dress. Strange. I hurried to change into my regular clothes.
There was a stairway leading up. As a lady walked up, I looked up and saw her pussy. It had a definite shape, lips etc.
Then I felt that the whole thing was a Wes Anderson movie. I was in a small cafeteria room and looked behind me and I saw Tom Cruise. He was wearing a purple corduroy shirt and he was slightly younger than he is now and his face had stubble.
I never worn a dress in my life and that's something I wouldn't want to do. Why would I dream that? Monty Python players wore dresses but that doesn't help. I'm not Monty Python. Strange strange dream.
Tuesday, October 11, 2022
I went to the beach. I saw a lady sunbathing topless.
Then I went to another place, a park where I was doing backflips well. I went into a one storey building. It was a dining area. I backflipped off of a garbage can in the dining area. I went off into the side and backflipped against some people who were seated. I said sorry. I left the place and was walking outside.
The words of the song, Everybody Plays The Fool Sometime went through my mind.
There were people who were on a chained swing like in an amusement park. The chain swing was a green metal cage. At first two guys were in that metal cage. I asked them if they swung on that chain swing all the way to Grande Prairie. They said they did. Then a bunch of people went into that chain swing.
I went into another building. I looked in a book. There was the name Piu Yi Lin written in that book. For some reason it made me think of a female porn star. I looked around. There were a bunch of people but a Chinese guy wearing a white shirt was there. There was a door. There were dogs and cats. A cat held the door open and dogs and cats entered the room. There was a particularly large dog who had a mustache and goatee. I was eating a banana. Then I saw this guy whom I think I recognized. He was wearing a blue straw fedora with a black band around it. He had dark hair and a dark mustache and goatee. He handed me a book. In the book was this mustache and goatee guy who was able to make himself disappear but he was also able to discover a new powerful source of energy that was classified and was of great concern to the government. End of dream.
Wednesday, October 12, 2022
Nighttime dream: I was watching television on a large screen in a dark room with a lot of people. It was a show about multiple atom bomb attacks.
Morning nap: I was in Chinatown. My grandma was there. She ordered some food and I wanted to order the same food that she had. Weird part. I thought of inviting her to her room to have sex. It was just a thought. My father was there. I didn't want to mention this to him.
I was in another room in that restaurant. I was eating the food on an oval plate with two other Chinese guys there.
Then I was swept away. I was flying towards a set of two old long Chinese style houses 1800s style. I was in Vancouver's old Chinatown! First I had to fly over a green gate with green barbed wire made of green bamboo. Then in the house there was a white box in a corner next to a flight of stair that went straight up half way then turned right completing the ascent to the second floor. The white box was in an alcove to the right of the part of the stairs that went straight up. I looked in the box. There was a few strange things.
I went up the stairs. On the second floor was a hallway and I was told there was a Spanish guy who was good at reconstructing historical faces. I went into one of the side rooms in the hallway. There was the Spanish guy and two Chinese guys from the 1800s. The Chinese guys had broad faces with eyes far apart from one another and very large and flat noses. I guess that's how these guys looked in the 1800s.
I then went into a dining room. There were a few people there seated at long tables. One was a lady with white makeup all over her face and two large black circles on her eyes, raccoon eyes. She was sitting with a young man. She then French kissed the young man as they were sitting, she had a very long tongue. He seemed hesitant at first. Then she was straddling him as he lay down, still French kissing.
I went out into the courtyard. There was a martial arts demonstration with people in very old Chinese style military uniform fighting with multiple spears. At one point an orange banner popped up with modern white lettering. It said NOKIA. I thought to myself, "I have to visit Vancouver Chinatown! I wish I could move to Vancouver."
I am in Victoria BC. I would like to move to Vancouver but I'd like to live in a nice neighborhood. Maybe one day that will happen. That is my prayer. I moved away from Vancouver before because I lived in the downtown Eastside and that neighborhood was getting worse even then. More drugs and more harder drugs such as meth and fentanyl. I don't know about moving back there now.
From the video on YouTube called Vancouver Is Dying, even in social housing units, there are drug dealers. The future is getting worse. It always has gotten worse. A person born in the 1920s and living to the 60s and 70s would see the increase of drugs, the long hair straggly hippies and the Charles Bronson Deathwish degeneration of the inner cities. Heck, a person born in 1880 would live to see the 1920s overrun with chronic alcoholism and the rum running gangsters of the Prohibition 1920s with some of that overspilling into Canada. I was born in 1970 and lived to see the downtown Eastside turn from a semi respectable middle class shopping district to the pigeon park drug scene of the 1980s to the crack cocaine and junkie scene of the 1990s and now the tent city meth fentanyl scene of the 2020s. The future is always getting worse. I'm glad I never had children. Anyone who has children isn't thinking things through. They're giving in to their biological urges or else ego needs of extending their family line but that's not the same as thinking things through. Any future family line brings the same number of geniuses as well as retards and idiots.
I don't know if I could ever afford to live in Vancouver in a nice neighborhood. That is an impossible dream. I wish I lived in Vancouver in the 1940s and 1950s. Houses were a lot more affordable. But again, I would have lived to see the future inevitably get worse. And there was no internet then and people weren't as well educated in general as they are today largely because of the internet. The only form of entertainment was television with 3 channels and only running from 7 am to 10 pm. There were no VCRs. The only other form of entertainment then was reading books and magazines and listening to the radio.
What perhaps triggered the dream was this morning I watched a YouTube video from uploader Dan Seto about Chinatown Vancouver. Then I went back to sleep as I woke up at 5 am this morning. My morning nap was from 7:30 am to 10:30 am.
Now I face yet another day of countless days of a blank slate of boredom and the expected repetitious fishbowl existence of life in a small town.
The future won't be that bad, but it won't be very good either. I see more of the same. Although the future is always full of surprises so I don't know. I worry about the afterlife. I worry that there is no heaven only more of the places gone to in dreams but with no coming back or waking up to life in this World. The two serve as foils to one another. The dreamworld is an escape from waking life. Waking life is an escape from any harsh situations encountered in the dreamworld. When one dies, there will be no escape from the dreamworld except reincarnation. Reincarnation to what? Inevitable stress, anxiety, fear, depression, the attendant evils of old age and then having to face death again one day? Existence on all planes and levels is bullshit. Existence is a trap. Existence seems like a strange and defective algorithm.
Friday, October 14, 2022
I was visiting William Burroughs and we were shooting heroin.
Then I went back to my place. I was sitting at a kitchen table. I burned a white cloth over a kitchen sink next to the table and sniffed the smoke hoping the smoke would replicate heroin smoke. I then put out the smoke with water from the faucet. Some cinder from the burnt cloth fell into the sink. I put all that out with water from the sink.
I asked my parents if I could use the phone to call Burroughs. He said I could have the heroin if I visited again. After the call I was back at the kitchen. I reflected that a famous Korean guy said that meditation makes you polite such as asking the parents each time before using the phone. I was then cleaning the floor. I thought that if I visited Burroughs in his house up on the hill and got the heroin, I wouldn't be addicted just as when one ears they don't keep on eating. They stop after a point. I found a full baggie of weed on the floor.
Strange dream. I don't do heroin nor would I want to. Dreams show the subconscious. It shows the deepest hopes and also the deepest fears of the subconscious. Very strange dreams. Dreams are like a price fix lunch. You don't decide what's on the menu. The price fix lunch already decides what the menu will be. One doesn't decide what the dreams will be beforehand. Whatever shows up, shows up.
What happens in the afterlife after death is also like that. You don't decide where to go, you just go along. It's like the SCTV episode of the parody of Oliver Twist. A judge sentenced Fagin and his gang including Oliver Twist to move overseas to San Francisco and Oliver Twist just had to go along.
Morning nap: 8am to 9 am.
Daytime. I was in a prison yard. There was a young Native lady with long hair sitting cross legged in the distance leaning against a wall. I went up to her. She was wearing shorts, a red strapless dress and a grey jacket above that. I stroked her left leg. Me and her then went to a small cave outside the prison. The cave had a glass display of some Star Wars holograms. Me and her then sat on a sidewalk on a street with cars passing. I nestled against her and saw a tiny tiny grey leopard. Then I looked and saw a lot of grey leopards. Me and her walked back to the Star Wars cave. I told her I'd get her a bottle of beer.
Then I was on Fort Street in Victoria BC a few meters West of Douglas. This was during the day. There was a restaurant there. I walked around the tables and looked at leftovers people put on the table. One of the waiters gave me a free bottle of beer. I was also handed a cel phone.
I flew down the street Northward along Douglas Street. This was at night now. Some druggies or gangsters were on the street. They couldn't fly. I asked why they couldn't fly but I could. Then for some reason there was a bunk bed on the street. I flew there. One of the gangsters were sitting there with me. Then Bruce Lee appeared. He looked muscular, tan and shiny. He was wearing no shirt. Then I saw Bruce Lee had his hair growing in spots on his head. I noticed my beer and cell phone were gone. One of the gangsters took it. But the beer and cell phone was returned to me. I told them that I had to bring the beer to a lady that was living in an apartment that was close. I never brought her the beer because the dream ended and I woke up.
Strange thing. When I woke up, a video appeared in YouTube suggestions, Stuntman Challenged Bruce Lee On The Set of Way of the Dragon Bob Wall Witnessed. That video was surprising. I don't usually see Bruce Lee videos in YouTube suggestions. That is a sign!
I am constantly in fear. My dreams scare me. They are so strange that I think I'm crazy for having them and that makes me scared. Plus my compulsion to write them out on this blog for possibly the World to see. That seems like a chore and is crazy. Why am I even alive? I might be better off dead. Life is crazy but the afterlife or dreamworld is also crazy. That's juggling two planes of existence of craziness. If I died, I would only be juggling one plane of existence of craziness. I don't know what awaits after death in the afterlife. I'll just have to go along to whatever is there.
I am having headaches often now. Any sort of pain brings cortisol which bring fear and or anxiety. Oh life is just great, isn't it? I don't want to commit suicide, but I think it would be better if my life were to just end. Only God can do that. I don't want to live another 20 or more years with fear fear fear everyday. It's not worth it. Life wouldn't be worth living.
Observing dreams, I notice certain patterns besides the physics of the dreamworld including teleportation, people and animals and plants looking young even when old, telepathy, not needing to eat and imperviousness to temperature as even walking on a snowy day not feeling cold. I observe the same towns over and over again and these are towns I have traveled to or lived in and am familiar with. I also notice a lot of Chinese themed dreams because I am Chinese but mostly White people appear in my dreams because I live in Canada where there is mostly White people.
A person who is of a certain nationality would have dreams of themes of and people of that nationality. If a person lives in a place with certain percentages of people of a certain nationality, that percentage will appear in their dreams.
Saturday, October 15, 2022
I saw Prince Harry and Princess Meghan standing on a short dock as if they were waiting for a boat. They held a tray together with two white plastic cups on it. Prince Harry was wearing a blue suit. Princess Meghan was wearing a white dress.
More to the dream, forgotten.
Then I was on a train. An old Japanese friend that I knew was there. PM Justin Trudeau was there. I sat on a seat a couple of rows to the side of him, then I sat closer. I wanted to sit directly across from him to look at his face but I wasn't able to.
Then I saw a close up of PM Justin Trudeau's face. He was crying, tears rolling out of both eyes.
Then a really bizarre thing. On a scale of 1 to 10, this is a 15. I heard a voice say, "This is Justin Trudeau's boyfriend." I saw a stout man with shoulder length straight blonde hair and a mustache. He was wearing a dark grey suit. He looked a little mean.
Then I was at a restaurant. A lady wearing a blue slip dress sat to my left. Then she got up to leave. As she was leaving, I held her hand and asked her to stay. She did.
I woke up freaked out. How could and why would my mind create such a crazy dream? My dreams are crazy. That must mean that I'm crazy.
Sunday, October 16, 2022
I was taking care of a couple of children of a female Native security guard. The children eluded me and they went into foster homes. I saw the female Native security guard at a supermarket. She was also a cashier. Apparently, I went to her cashier's station regularly. I went there again. She wouldn't talk to me. I wondered why. I asked her if she had people who were planning to kill me. She wouldn't reply. A crowd of people were around her and they said nothing as well. Either it's because I am in a dream and I didn't realize or else often ghosts will neither confirm nor deny. I once had a dream years ago when I was working at McDonald's. I said, "I am really here. I am working at McDonald's." The employees around me neither confirm nor deny because I am in a dream. I am there but I am also not because it is me dreaming. The people at the supermarket with the female Native cashier said nothing because one never dies. So one can't be killed. One just moves from one plane to another just as alive as ever.
Then I went to visit my sister. I slid down a hill on a toboggan and did a jump at the end and crashed into the snow. It was a move but I didn't do it perfectly. I spoke to my sister about the female Native security guard. I was glad that I had someone who was University educated to speak to. I doubted that the female Security guard went to University.
Then I was at the bus stop where my friend, a female panhandler always sits. I pointed out two buses with golden numbers, route numbers on them. End of dream.
I always wake up freaked out. Life freaks me out. What is the future? I don't know. I'll have to die one day. That freaks me out. What happens after death? No one knows for sure. Is there a God and is He exclusively connected with Jesus? Then why are there so many religions? Life has its issues and I'll have to deal with these issues for the rest of my life.
I am afraid to be poor, but I am afraid to be rich too. Being rich means wasting money from time to time and that scares me. I suppose that even a billionaire with more money than he'll ever spend in his life, for him, life is still overwhelming and one day he has to grow old and die. That is something that no money can take away. I wouldn't want to ever be a father to children. Life is overwhelming. I don't want to help give life to anyone, knowing how overwhelming and bewildering life is. A man only helps give life. It is the woman who does the main lifegiving. A man's role is just a pleasurable squirt which seems frivolous, superfluous. The woman's role is much more profound.
Tuesday, October 18, 2022
2:30 am to 3:30 am
It seemed so real. I was in my room, but I should have known because it looks so different from my room. I left my room, used to elevator to go down into the ground floor and I went to the alley at night to look for something. I found a grey cat who stayed with me ever since, in the dream. I went back to my room. A group of hippie drug users in their 20, two women and three men asked if they could stay in my room with me. I said no. They were angry and one man asked one woman to go and get a gun. She soon returned with a gun. They were pointing it at the window of the door of my room. I tried to hide.
I tried calling the Police calling 911 but each time I did, the hippies' voice was on the phone saying that it wouldn't work to call the Police. I looked out the window thinking I could jump out and escape but the height was too high and I couldn't do it. The hippies had their gun with a thin black barrel pointed at the window of my door and towards me for quite some time yet they never fired. The grey cat was with me the whole time.
Sleep again. I was in a virtual reality game. I was in a spaceship that flew past an explosion that created a really really deep crater. It was exhilarating. I was with a young lady who was my guide during this experience. I discussed it with her, if we could do it again.
Then I was on a street car as old fashioned gangsters wearing grey suits were after me. They got on the street car. I hid behind one of the wooden slat chairs of the streetcar. The gangsters asked the other passengers if they seen me. They said they didn't. The gangsters believed them and left the streetcar. End of dream.
Thursday, October 20, 2022
Last night I dreamed that a Native lady who looked familiar somehow held on to my front along the chest and belly. She held on to me like a koala bear holds on to a tree. I walked some distance with her holding on to me like that. She was looking for a place called Pandora Street.
I then looked down on my torso. There was a vertical scratch line on the right hand side of my torso. I commented that its the worst my torso looked in a long time. But in a few moments, that scratch line healed and went away. Somewhat more to the dream but now forgotten.
Saturday, October 22, 2022
A lot of people were in my large apartment. A lot of people were also in the hallway outside my apartment. They were all happy to see me. One of the people in the hall playfully grabbed my right side lattisimus dorsi muscle, the muscle on the side beneath the arm. He was an old man and I discerned that he is gay. When he did this, I grabbed his hand and pushed it away.
Then I saw the Dalai Lama. What triggered this was a Dalai Lama video was on YouTube autoplay at the time I had this dream. The Dalai Lama had sliced pork and recommended me to eat sliced pork. I wonder if the Tibetan tradition of Buddhism eats meat. Some schools of Buddhism eat meat such as the the Thailand school of Buddhism.
I had an idea and a vision for a cartoon. The cartoon is to be made in 2022 but set in 1957 when there were secret NASA missions to the moon and to other planets. An astronauts visor reflecting things, some stalks of grass moving and then a landing site of a lunar module. Use images from the Ridley Scott movie Alien as inspiration.
Weird dream. Every dream is weird. I don't know what to think anymore.
Sunday, October 23, 2022
I was in Thailand again.
Then I went to work for this place, a factory. There was a friendly young girl in this factory.
She seemed to get it on with a lot of guys. I was intrigued.
Then she was to get it on with all the band members of Van Halen.
I found out she was 16 or 15 or 14. I said to her, "If you're 16, you're really pushing it." or words to that effect, "But if you're 15...." I didn't say anything but I should have said, "You got to get your act together." She was an experienced teenage groupie.
Flying, sweeping down the street. There was a windstorm. A guy had sheltered the teenage groupie in a corner of a wall.
Then I was outside the factory and I saw a bus drive past. Out of the back bus window, the 4 members of Van Halen waved to me meaning they already got it on with that girl.
Why would I see 4 of them when one of them is dead? Eddie Van Halen? Another freakishly weird dream.
Friday, October 28, 2022
I was at the washroom of a bar. Someone was with me. There was brown wood panel furnishings. All over the furnishings was powdered cocaine. I consumed a lot of that cocaine even kicking it off my hands and fingers.
Then I was at a well lighted kitchen. A Black lady wearing a black military uniform with a black scarf asked me to draw a picture of her. At one point she took off her top. Her breasts were a lot smaller than I thought they would be.
I was at my aunt's old house. Her daughter Judith was sitting to my left on a bed in the middle of the kitchen. My aunt walked in from the open doorway in front of us. Before the doorway there was a hallway. She was wearing a lot of fashionable clothes including a red raincoat with hood. The hood was down she wasn't wearing the hood on her head. She looked young, about 35 with all black hair, not one gray hair on her head. It looked like she just went shopping. This is the aunt who died last year! Yet she seemed so alive in the dream.
Then I was at UBC. I was at a small white table outdoor in front of a building. Someone brought me over two white boxes with pizza in it. I opened one of the boxes and ate a shiny pizza with ground beef topping. I had a white plastic bag with Star Wars action figures in it. I was doing some dancing. I really channeled some grove energy when I danced.
Another freaky dream which makes me scared of life in general. So scared I think of giving up on life but of course that's not an option. Existence is a scary deal and existence is a trap. There is no escape from the trap of existence. I wonder if things will get better but I don't even know what that would look like. Even if I were living in a rich mansion, I think I'd still be afraid of life.
Saturday, October 29, 2022
Wacko weird. I was in a classroom in a small town. I was telling the man who sat to the right of me some plots of movies. Then he told me that he is gay. And that he didn't mind me telling him about the movies. At one point he ran his hand across my back and my butt too. I didn't like that! There was another man in the room, a Police Officer. He said he was gay too.
Then something about getting marijuana at a cheaper price. This part of the dream is barely remembered.
Monday, October 31, 2022
I went into a restaurant with two dishes on the table. There was a large bowl of nachos with guacamole sauce all mixed together. That cost $33.70. Then there was a burrito that cost $7.98 cents. I thought that was expensive.
Then I saw a lady who said, "The axle controls the wheel."
