Wednesday, November 2, 2022
I was back in Vancouver and visiting UBC. I loved it.I was with a group of people from Victoria. I went into the Library where there was a music listening section. This section of the room played music from speakers. It was heavenly.
Then I was back in Victoria missing Vancouver and UBC,
Then I was back in Vancouver and at UBC again. I was with a group of people from Victoria again. I was wading through a water monument near the Library. Then I observed through the window that they were playing excellent music at the music listening section again.
I decided to go to the Library again for the second time. This time I actually went in to the Library. Friendly people. I went to the music listening section.I had on frameless glasses on as a disguise.
I spread my arms and jumped off of a raised section at some small flight of stairs. To my delight my glasses didn't fall off my face.
When I got to the music listening section, the music was already almost over. There was a blast of hi fi music which sounded awesome to me. Then I saw two Oriental ladies, they bent down in front of me. I smiled a wide smile as I looked at them. They saw me smile and that made them smile too. One of the ladies was a mother and then they both walked away into the Library, the mother walked away with her son.
Then I left the Library trying to catch up with the people from Victoria. I left my things with them. I was thinking I could just stay in Vancouver and UBC. It was so heavenly. I could replace all my things eventually.
I went to another place in UBC and saw another different group of people from Victora visiting UBC. I knew one of them, a short old lady and she knew me. She pointed saying the group I was looking for went that way to the fountain. I went to look for them. I was thinking that this wouldn't be the first time I went back to Victoria on the ferry alone without the group. I could do it again.
Then I walked up some cement stairs in an alley with lots of blood on it that formed letters which spelled out words. This led to a cement platform with more letters which spelled out words written in blood which led to a dead end, a closed off section. I turned back, my feet were covered in this blood but then at the bottom of the stairs was a small stream of waters and I dipped my feet in this stream and wiped off the blood. I reflected that this doesn't happen in Victoria. Big cities like Vancouver have their big city problems. But I still wanted to stay in Vancouver near UBC.
UBC and Vancouver is heavenly but Vancouver also has the downtown eastside which isn't so heavenly.
I reality, I often do miss Vancouver and think of staying at a place near UBC. Vancouver is a bigger city with a faster pace of life and that can mean more people yelling, more verbal abuse and as reported in the News more crimes and even murders than would happen in a smaller city. Lots of elements of Vancouver is heavenly.
Thursday, November 3, 2022
I was in Bangkok Thailand walking around.
Then I was in London England. I walked and parked on the right side of the street was a long burgundy coloured car. In the car in the front seat was King Charles. He was wearing a black military uniform and cap. He was seated in the center. It was a long couch style seat which was light grey in color. In the back seat, seated to the very left was Prince William and Princess Kate. They were wearing plain clothes and didn't stand out as much as King Charles in his military uniform. I got into the car and sat to the right of Prince Charles. There was a long moment. He didn't say anything to me and I was too shy to say anything to him. Then I got out of the car and the car drove away. I walked around some more. I saw my landlord. I told him about seeing Prince Charles and how I didn't say anything to him and he didn't say anything to me. My landlord said, "If you didn't say anything to him, he wouldn't say anything to you." I was thinking of moving to London but then London doesn't have the beaches that Thailand does. I thought of the initials ATT and how that stood for America, Thailand, The United Kingdom.
Afternoon nap. I was in 2 different bedrooms. In one bedroom there were three small daughters about 3 years old and a man and then his pretty wife appeared. In another bedroom, a young daughter about 5 and her father was there. In that room I was fixing something that involved splicing and attaching wires to a black hockey puck shaped device.
Then away I went and I spent some time with Daisy the dog and then I reunited Daisy with her owner Debbie Hellion in a place surrounded with a balcony with rails which I now recognize as where Debbie lives. Strange vivid dreams and this is the first time I had a dream of Debbie Hellion.
What does this mean? To dream of someone simultaneously means that either you are thinking of them or they are strongly thinking of you and sometimes both.
Friday, November 4, 2022
I was in Dawson Creek with my old friends. I said that I like Vancouver and am thinking of moving there. My friends said, "Maybe you could go on a one month vacation there."
Saturday, November 5, 2022
I had an abscess again. It was on my right cheek just above the mouth. It looked like a large swollen ball of pus.
Night time setting. I was in Vancouver. There were a lot of Police vans there. I wanted to take my toy Smurf into a Police van to play a stand up video arcade game. I was able to do it. The Police were happy with me for doing that particularly one Police lady. The Police were there to attend to a major robbery and violent protest incident. I said, "When the alcohol goes up, the IQ goes down."
Day time setting. Then I was working with McDonald's. Then I skipped work for a week, not even checking the schedule to see when I would work next. I was always stoned smoking pot during my week off which is strange because in real life I don't smoke pot anymore. I'm too scared to. I returned to work at McDonald's and there were all ladies working at the grill except for one man. There were 7 grills all in a line. I asked the lady manager if I could work at the grill again. She said something sarcastic maybe about my age.
Then weird stuff. I went into a break room. One of the employees, a dark haired Spanish tropical man had a beer bottle, he popped it open and made a loud popping sound with his mouth inferring that the beer bottle was a dick. Then I saw a McDonald's lady on top of a McDonald's man. The lady was about to take off her clothes. The McDonald's man had an erect penis but he was wearing white plaid shorts. Then there was a bunch of McDonald's male employees all around. They started revealing their hard penises and they were stroking their cocks in a playful way, not really actually masturbating. One McDonald's employee sitting to my right was sucking a lollipop and also storing his cock. They were all looking at me trying to interpret the expression on my face. I looked away to the side with a look of abject disgust and perplexity. I looked away not wanting to see the cocks at all. They were looking to see if I was gay. I said, "They were looking for something, but it wasn't there." Strange dream as I'm not gay.
If I was gay I would have come on to men a lot and people in my neighborhood would know about that. Of course nothing like that ever happened. In fact often, around men, I constantly get the intrusive and unwanted thought, " Did I just behave sexually towards you?" The answer would of course have to be "No!"
This reminds me of a joke.
"Why did the gay man cross the road?"
"Because there were a lot of hard cocks dripping with sperm on the other side of the road."
I often come on to women, calling them beautiful and with the women I know well, I often quickly touch their shoulder to reassure them and I often give ladies a hug. There are lots of ladies in this town who are friendly to me. To be honest, the ladies in Vancouver are more beautiful and I was more lucky with women sexually in Vancouver than I was with ladies in this town. I wonder why I moved here. I often think of moving to Vancouver.
Sunday, November 6, 2022
I was in Dawson Creek. Then I got to Vancouver so quick. In about 15 minutes. Usually it takes longer.
Weird. I was crossing the street. I had on a long green t-shirt that extended half way down my leg so long that it resembled a skirt and so long that I couldn't do a pirouette.
As I was crossing the street an Oriental guy and his pretty young white girlfriend were annoyed with me. We all walked into a dimly lit convenience store. The Oriental guy wanted to fight me and I wanted to fight with him too. As a warning I did stretches perfectly raising my legs with my feet touching my head in perfect standing splits. I couldn't do that in real life but somehow in the dream world I could do it. As he walked towards me, in martial arts terms, stepping into my circle, I grabbed his arm and twisted it aikido style. Dream over. No more to the fight.
I woke up scared after having this dream as I do just about every other dream. It often takes time and courage for me to write about it. I'm still scared. Why does my brain conjure up such crazy shit when I dream? This must mean that I'm crazy.
I'm 52 years old. I expect to live about another 20 years give or take a few years. What. Another 20 years of this craziness? I don't know if I could handle it. This is why I fear the future.
Monday, November 7, 2022
Day time setting. I went to London, but it was an old spectral London, set in the 60s. I went to a school where I was also a student it seemed. I went on a bus with the other students. We were all wearing white shirts and dark colored shorts as the student uniform. There was an interior and exterior seating area of the bus. I chose to sit in the internal area on the left hand side window seat. I was doing some dancing and grooving while I was sitting in the bus window seat.
I walked away, thinking, "I'm too old to be a student. What am I, 38? No, I'm older than that, I'm 52. I'm really old!"
Then I walked down a hallway in a lit underground cellar. Paul Anka was walking there. He is a senior man.
Then I went to a place where someone was selling water. "A bottle of water costs 40 pounds." I thought, "That's expensive but I don't want to drip water from taps connected to pipes that have been there since Victorian times."
Morning nap. Daytime setting. I saw a Muslim guy. I said "Hassalum Aleikum." to him. He was impressed that I knew that. Then I held a sword in reverse like Starkiller and did a sword move and I did it a few times to show I knew the move well. There was a lady with the Muslim man. She was slightly alarmed at me making the moves with a sword. Weird weird dream.
My mind spits out such crap whenever I dream. What. I have to deal with this for life? I feel that I don't want to live in this world nor in the afterworld too. It's all bound to be weird. I just want to not exist at all on any dimension. It is a limited Universe. You would think, mathematically, that for everything that God created in the Universe, there are a million, a billion, and endless number of things that he didn't create. Why couldn't I be one of them. For example for every sperm that successfully impregnates an egg, there are 100 million sperm that didn't make it. For every egg that gets impregnated, there are a few million eggs in the female ovum that didn't and will never get impregnated. These millions of eggs will either die as a menstrual period or they will just wither away forever after a woman reaches menopause.
Tuesday, November 8, 2022
I said to him, "You're a honky!"
I said to them, "I've had dreams of Royalty."
Night time setting. I went to the old Buddhist meditation group. This is years later. This time I sat on a raised platform to meditate while the rest of the group sat on the floor to meditate. The first time I was able to meditate all the way through the sesshin or else the session.
The second time, the others in the group started talking casually to me. I got mad at the guy sitting to the left of me. He had blonde hair and was wearing a grey sweatshirt. I said to him, "Why are you involved in Buddhist meditation? You're a honky!" The others kept talking to me. I told them, "I had Royal dreams including those of Royals who died before I was born such as King George VI."
We all left. Night time setting. We were all standing at a bus stop. There was 4 of us including me. There were 3 men and 1 woman in our group. I walked away from the bus stop deciding to go on my own way. They were friendly to me at the bus stop not at all argumentative like before. As I walked away I looked back at them. They were still friendly and waving. I raised my left arm and I made a peace sign with my left hand as I walked away.
Another dream. I walked into a clothing store. The word Sointula seemed to be important.
"Why are you involved in Buddhist meditation? You're a honky!" That I said that means that the sentiment is ingrained in my subconscious if not my soul. I as well as we all come from a perfect pristine realm where the physics of that realm do not lead to racism. I come to Earth and become a racist even if only in my dreams. The World has stained my soul. In that way I too am a fallen angel. I don't feel good about this and thus I wish I never existed. This is also why I am always afraid. I hope I lose this fear one day.
That I was talking about my dreams while in a dream of course means that at the time, I thought I was awake and not dreaming. That's how real it seemed at the time.
Thursday, November 10, 2022
There was a young Korean guy who asked me to lend him $1.25. Me and that guy went to a country road. There was a hill and a road high on the hill and low on the hill. There was a roadway on the low road which led up to the high road. We were standing on the intersection on the low road leading up to the high road. I had in my wallet an old style Canadian one dollar bill and an two American quarters. I was hesitant but then had given him the $1.25. He ripped the Canadian dollar bill. I was not sure that he would return the money.
Then downtown outside a window I saw two Korean guys on a bus. I floated quickly down to the street as in a dream, one is a spirit and can fly, float, teleport, go through walls and doors etc. I was on the street and grabbed a brick wall of a building hanging upside down. Then I did a perfect backflip off of that.
At another area was some offices. I grabbed a piece of furniture, and did a backflip off of that. There were two young Korean ladies there. I crossed a bridge holding both their hands and then I gave them a group hug.
Super weird. I wasn't going to include this from fear. But this is what I saw in the dream. After the hug, I saw a photograph on a table. It was a gay porn photograph. One man was lying down on his right side in a fetal position, his hairy legs bent, his back towards the photograph, another man was meanwhile inserting his penis into his anus. Very very weird and scary.
I woke up in fear. Again. What were the chances of that? My brain is so strange. Every night it churns out a strange dream.
Friday, November 11, 2022
This dream is so crazy that if I write about it, I'll probably go to jail.
I was with some people in a living room. All of a sudden a dust of cocaine blew up in the air. I caught some of it which formed into chunks and clusters and snorted it off my hand.
Then I was visiting my old junkie friend Harold. We smoked some crack. Then he was injecting his friend, an old man with cocaine. I wanted to be injected too. Harold didn't want to inject me. From smoking the crack, I had a strange calm cool collected feeling.
I went out to walk around. I was at a store in a food court at a mall. They had pita bread sandwiches. I saw one of chopped lettuce and lamb. I asked for a lamb one. The vendor said beef? No, I want lamb I said. I ate that and the lettuce was cool juicy and crisp. I wanted to get one for Harold but couldn't find the store again. I went back to visit Harold. He didn't want to inject me again but Harold was sitting in a chair and the old man was sleeping in a bed.
I went to visit my old elementary school. I wanted to enroll again but the two teachers, my 2nd grade teacher Mrs Potapov and 4th grade teacher Mrs Young kicked me out for a second time as apparently in the dream I sensed I was kicked out once years ago, decades ago. I never was kicked out the first time years ago. This time in the dream I was kicked out because how could I as someone who is 52 years old re enroll in elementary school 2nd grade even on a voluntary basis?
Actually my 4th grade teacher Mrs Young who is no longer young kicked me out and sent me to a special class.
I went to the elementary school library and slept on the floor as for some reason there was a blanket and pillow waiting there for me. I was thinking it would be inappropriate to masturbate even making the jerking motion of masturbating under the blanket would be inappropriate. I was lying on my left side and made a couple of jerking motions with my right arm as I thought this. I thought that was funny. End of dream.
I wonder what happened to my old teachers. Beldar in the SNL skit The Coneheads wondered if his old school teacher's life organs were still functioning.
I saw on a YouTube video made in the last couple of years that my high school art teacher Mrs Jones is still teaching. She must be working past retirement age. A lot of teachers don't retire at age 65. Mrs Jones would be disappointed that although I am an artist who made animated cartoons, I never became a rich and successful artist. Worse than that, if I all of a sudden got a lot of money, it would register as a point of anxiety. I was more accepting of the idea of getting rich when I was younger. Now, since I had a nervous breakdown last year, I wake up in fear and spend the day in anxiety everyday. I am a broken man. I am perhaps better off dead. When I was 11 I had a dream where I was offered a lot of money when I was older and I didn't want it. I think that dream came true. It is said that if a person is alive, God has a purpose or a mission for them. What is my purpose? What is my mission? I don't see that I have a future that would be worth living. I am afraid of living but also afraid of dying as I think that the afterlife is the extended edition of the wacko crazy dreamworld. Extended because there is no waking from it. Ever.
Sunday, November 13, 2022
I was at a high school reunion. Then when I left the building, I saw Vanessa, Chowy and Jackie, three ladies from high school looking young walking out of the building. They were all wearing blue sweatshirts.
Then I saw my father at a distance. I walked towards him. My father was holding a white plastic bag full of groceries. I asked him in Chinese, "Lor chie-ie-ie-ah?" Meaning "Did you get it all?" I used the split syllables in speaking the Thai as well as the Chinese language that sometimes comes up in dreams. This taught me to speak the language better. Anyways, my father replied, "Chie!" meaning, "I got it all."
I was in Chinatown looking for my friends. Then I was walking around the roof of a white colored Chinese Church in Chinatown in Vancouver. The ground was muddy and I didn't want to get mud on my new pair of white Nike Air runners. Someone down below told me to get down. I then saw, freaky, what I thought were two middle aged Chinese men in front of me on the street. They had their pants down and I could see their ass. "Ugh! Gross! Offsetting." Then I saw that the one on the right was a lady. I thought it was two men.
Then I saw my old friend Ken Tam. He looked old. Ken remarked that I looked young. I said to him, "But you had lots of chances to get it on with women that I never did. But I didn't get it on so much because I didn't want to risk being on the hook for child support."
Then I saw my brother and sister. My stepmom was there too. She was giving me some groceries. There was a middle aged Chinese lady there who was pretty. She said that her name is Barbara. I introduced Barbara to my stepmother saying, "This is my mother." As I said this, she patted her left hand up and down a couple of times on the groceries she was holding as if she knew that wasn't my actual mother.
Barbara knelt down and I knelt down to as she extended her hand so I could shake it. I kissed her hand.
Then we were all, my brother and sister and my parents and me at a family dinner, all sitting down at a table together. My father gave me a drink from a white plastic cup that he had in the groceries he had from before. End of dream.
Monday, November 14, 2022
I went to a mall and met Taylor Swift. I then massaged her feet.
Then I went to Japan and was going to do an animated cartoon about trains in Japan.
Wednesday, November 16, 2022
Part of a longer dream now forgotten.
I went into a thrift store. I had a double cassette deck ghetto blaster. The manager of the thrift store siad it was valuable. I said that I was moving to Vancouver but don't want to throw anything away, even things in an empty box. When I said this, a woman wearing a thin sweater which was red and had black and white horizontal stripes was leaving the store as I said that.
When I walked outside the store someone suggested I go to Vancouver for a two week vacation.
I've been forgetting a lot of my dreams lately which is better than a year ago when I had these vivid dreams when I could remember every detail. Those stressful dreams. I am sleeping better and more often now.
Friday, November 18, 2022
I saw Dr Bonnie Henry. I had a feeling that I had seen her earlier on in the dream. Then when I was on BC Ferries travelling to Vancouver, I saw her there again. I was going to sit next to her and talk to her. But a young girl in her 20s with long dark hair was sitting to the right of Dr Bonnie Henry and the Dr talked to her. I thought, "That always happens. When I want to talk to someone, that someone talks to someone else." I did talk to her a bit just before we got off BC Ferries. I asked her if I could walk with her a bit. Dr Bonnie Henry went up some stairs into a blue house which was a Greek restaurant. She sat at a table right next to the entrance so I was still able to talk to her. There were 3 people lining up behind me on the stairs but I still stood there talking with the Dr. She blew me a kiss and waved goodbye to me. I did the same. I moved aside to let people pass me. Then I asked the Dr to look as I grabbed the wooden railing of the stairs with my left hand and kicked both my legs over the railing to the other side. I waved to her one more time.
Then I was walking and thinking that visiting Vancouver twice a week was too much. The dream seemed so real. In the dream I really had the impression that I was visiting Vancouver twice a week.
Saturday, November 19, 2022
I was going to go to a restaurant with my friend from Thailand Jaroon.
I had all the James Bond movies at one time on DVD and blu ray but I sold or gave away most of them. This happened in real life too. In the dream I was trying to reacquire some James Bond movies. Before going to the restaurant with Jaroon, I was sweeping up garbage from the street including large lettuce leaves. I never got to go to the restaurant. End of dream.
Sunday, November 20, 2022
I was in Vancouver. I was at the top of trail 6 at Wreck Beach. All of a sudden a car crashed there and there were Police around. I felt lucky that I wasn't standing there otherwise I would have been hit.
I visited my cousin Tom. I thought I could stay there and pay him rent. I saw Heather. I knew that I would miss her if I moved from Victoria.
I visited my cousin Tom's family or else some other family. I saw their bank account on a screen. It was being drained. A fat man in a suit and tie was with them. He was the lawyer that was scamming them! I yelled out that he is the scammer.
He ran away and was being chased. I went to another place a block down the road. It was a driveway with stairs at a park. A car was there. Someone was getting out of the car. It was PM Tony Blair of England. I had a feeling I saw him before but don't know where. I had an impression that he recognized me.
I was still thinking of moving to Vancouver.
I can't move to Vancouver. Vancouver's downtown eastside has really let itself go. Debbie Hellion got robbed again. She had her go-pro camera grabbed from her stroller.
Monday, November 21, 2022
I was walking around Vancouver. Then I saw David Choe. He was being filmed for a movie. He wore a light tan fedora and a shirt with a lot of circles on it. It was a blue shirt and there were large purple circles and within the purple circle on the inside border was white circles. He went to a dumpster and opened it. There was a paper bag with marijuana designs on it. Inside was lots of weed sticking to the sides and some buds within that too. He said I could keep it. I took it with me and scraped the weed leaves off the sides until it formed a pool in the bottom of the bag.
I took it with me. I was flying. People saw me and commented on the bag of weed I was holding. I went to a field, a park. There were 4 movie starlets there. There was Drew Barrymore, Jeanne Garofalo, Courtney Cox and another actress I don't remember. She was a blonde actress. I said I will be back. I went to try to put the bag of weed at where I lived which was a house. I flew.
Then I saw an old scene from the 70s. It was in snapseed camera filter. I passed a Police car. I was thinking that those Police Officers are dead so their faces would be shrouded. Their faces were shrouded, a shadow from the roof of the car above them shrouded their faces. They were wearing light blue shirts and Police hats. I passed a street full of people and a store to my left.
I went back to the field and saw the ladies again. I went full circle. I heard Bill Murray's voice. Then I saw a car. I got into it. The car flew. As the car flew I thought about the weed. I was thinking that I would be a bad person if I smoked it because I would be an addict. But David Choe and others were encouraging me to smoke because it would make me a better artist.
I flew the car back to the field again but stopped before I saw the 4 actresses again. I didn't go full circle again. I was at a house. People were eating and I joined them. They were eating weed that was cooked and had a glaze on it. I took a bud and ate it. Then I started laughing.
Then I saw Bruce Lee. First he was wearing a white shirt but he took it off. I had some nunchuks and did some moves. I said to him, "You did this move in Enter the Dragon." I pulled the nunchuks from the center, that move. Then I stood in profile and held the nunchuks so they made and upside down L shape. They were black nunchuks. Black symbolizes death but then Bruce Lee did die. Bruce Lee didn't say anything to me. End of dream.
I felt happy and free in that dream. Life is good, dreaming is good and most likely after I die it will be good. There is nothing to fear. I just about never hear music and have my walkman with headphones in my dreams. When I die, I will miss my Walkman with music. The spirit world has technology such as buildings and cars but one can't access a walkman or listen to music on demand like in this life. I wonder how I will endure the afterlife without this music on demand. I don't think that any afterlife music can be as good as the hits of the 70s and 80s. Music is a means to an end and that end is bliss. In the afterlife there is always bliss so music would be redundant. In the afterlife, one lives forever but in a different time dynamic. One doesn't have to worry about I got to do this or I'll run out of time, or else I wasted my life because my time is limited because one never dies in the afterlife. The only way one dies in the afterlife for awhile is to reincarnate to another life.
Tuesday, November 22, 2022
I saw someone from Craigdarroch Castle. Someone who is long dead. He was wearing a black suit and white shirt and black tie and a black top hat. He is middle aged with dark but also some grey hair. He had a salt and pepper mustache and beard. He was with a lady also long dead who was wearing an old fashioned white dress with long skirt. The man sat to my right. I asked him, "Is it scary to get old and die?" He said, "It's lovely. Give a break to yourself." Rather than give yourself a break.
I asked him if he ever saw his lady naked. She replied that she had a daughter who used to gather and collect a lot of clothes from her room.
It was a peaceful and nice dream. It was a loving dream.
Thursday, November 24, 2022
I saw some small ants attack two giant ants. One of the giant ants was already broken, hollow, and in pieces. The other one had some honey combs clinging to it and was perfectly alive and walking but had lots of small ants crawling on it.
I was downtown and on a street corner stood a lady in a white sweater. I told her that I had sex anxiety and that sexual thought bring a burning feeling of anxiety in my stomach so I couldn't be very much interested in her.
I told people that I smoked some pot last night which I did in real life. I planned to smoke more. People around me advised me to smoke more.
Friday, November 25, 2022
I was at a skating rink. All my high school friends were there either on the rink or else sitting in the stands as spectators. I laced up a pair of black skates with black laces. Black is a color that represents death. Especially black on black. I laced up and was on the ice. I skated well. I was bold and had confidence. At one point I jumped over a table that was someone on the ice. It was a grey plastic table and had boxes on the top of it and even on the floor next to it. There was a space between the boxes on top of the table and I jumped over the table going in between the gap. I scored a goal but the puck went into the right hand corner, my right but the goalie net's left just half a foot. It still counted. I told them that I accidentally kicked in the puck with my feet and I didn't score with the hockey stick. They were pleased with my honesty. There was a female referee there. She said that it didn't count as a goal.
I then saw an old Native man with grey hair I knew from Dawson Creek. He was wearing a brown suede leather jacket. He told me that he was dying. Sensing that I would never see him again, I said, "I'll miss you."
He said, "We're friends because we met in a past life. You will see me again in a future life." With those words I wept bittersweet yet happy tears.
Sunday, November 27, 2022
I was at my old elementary school. A bunch of teachers with strange ghostly faces looking like heads of newspaper covered paper mache puppets painted over in white and with black markings drawn on the face for eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth. I told them that I had a dream of my old gym teacher Mr Nagano. They asked what he said to me. I told them that I asked Mr. Nagano what grade I got and Mr Nagano said, "You thought you passed. But you failed."
Tuesday, November 29, 2022
Dream from 2:30 am to 3:00 am.
I was at the site of a Church but there wasn't a Church there in the dream. I had some books that someone took. I wanted the books back. He gave me back the books. I called him an undisciplined delinquent. He said that he was different. Then I said to him, The World is getting worse. There are homeless people living in tents but at least they are in the trenches of World War One.
Dream from 3:15 am onwards.
Freaky. I saw three of my cousins, Judy, Jann and Michael. They visited me. They said that one of my cousins died. His mother murdered him. One of them didn't know the story and that at the funeral it was the first time they saw a cousin dead. I told them the story, starting with different and unrelated story, "I once saw my old friends from school, Dave and Alfie. They were walking down the street with two beautiful young white ladies who were their girlfriends. But then Dave consistently scored an A plus on all his courses in school.
"This cousin was addicted to drugs that he got from the hospital. He kept on asking his mother to supply him with drugs. One day she had enough and refused. He then made lots of threats towards her until one day she had enough."
I had a vision of this cousin. He was young, wearing black thin framed glasses and his eyes looked up in astonishment. Of course this cousin is old now, about my age.
At one point I saw the second toe of my right foot. There was a large blister on the left side of it towards the top and the blister popped and there was lots of water bursting out of it.
I was standing with the cousins. Judy and Jann were facing me and Judy stood to Jann's right. Michael stood next to me to my left. He was wearing a blue sweatshirt. I gave Michael a fistbump. End of dream.
Dave and Alfie are Chinese.
Wednesday, November 30, 2022
Part of a longer dream much of it completely forgotten, of course.
I went to Vancouver Chinatown at night. There was a favorite Chinese restaurant selling excellent Chinese food. The restaurant was bathed in a reddish light or else the lighting made it look red. I wanted food from there.
Night time.
I went back to that restaurant and that restaurant was closed. There was a paper sign with black felt pen writing. The sign basically said that it was closed.
Ex Chinese President Jiang Zemin died today.
