Dream Tuesday September 15, 2009

Dream Tuesday September 15.


I was in Thailand again.




At some point, I was brought to a downstairs room. I was sitting on the floor, handcuffed behind my back. A few people sat next to me. One of them I recognized as Isaac, I think. Another one for sure, to the right of me wearing a yellow long sleeve shirt, fizzy hair, "Chris Lau!" I said. I spoke with your parents.





Then my handcuffs were released. I held the unshackled handcuffs in my hand and was looking at them. "Right on!" I said.




Then I was brought to an upstairs room. There were a bunch of immigration cops sitting around a desk. They were searching my backpack. I wondered if they woud find the marijuana I had stashed within, about a quarter ounce. But a tiny telepathic stream I thought to myself said, "They probably would not care if they did indeed find that...." You are in the dreamworld now...

Then the cop 1) nearest me, to my left spoke. He was sitting on the desk. He saw that I had a visa. I pulled out another piece of paper and told him this was a second visa.

"Two visas?!" he said, "That's power! I never went anywhere before, except for Hong Kong."

In my mind, I thought, "You are a Police Officer, one of the middle class, you are doing way better than me in life. I am only welfare class. Usually I am a bit socially.... slow. I am determined not to be slow in this instance."
So I say to him,
"It's a big world, and it is there to explore if you want to."
They all laughed.

I looked to a closer view of the Bay window ahead of me. I am in Thailand again, now. And I was getting special treatment and I realized that they knew that I knew that they knew about my cartoons and that was why I was accorded and afforded special treatment.

This never happened before, I woke up and drifting back to sleep, making sure not to leave this room, in my thoughts, I was able to recontact and reconnect with this group of Thai immigration cops!

The cop 2) to the left of the one who talked about power and the two visas, he said, "I myself never went anywhere. I never went outside of this country."
Then another cop 3) at the other end of the table, almost interrupting and cutting the him off, said, "You want to stay here. You can stay here."

Interpretation: Cops do talk like that!

Dream Sunday August 30, 2009

Vivid Dream, just now. sunday august 30, 2009



I am having a short sleep at 10 am, a catnap. 10:15 am, 15 minutes later, I wake up and write this down:








Lucid: I am in a kitchen. I see a bunch of plates, a saucer, a cup, a top around kitchen
table with a tablecloth next to a window.






I decide that I would have a better chance to get that contract if I was to throw the saucers, teapot and cup across the kitchen like a poltergeist, since I am dreaming now so I am a ghost in a dream, why not do that? Don't fuck around like that.... poltergeist, throw objects across a room.









So I threw the cups and the teapot across the room.

Shock! I heard a clinking in return. Some poltergeist in the same dream is doing the same thing too, nearby and I could hear it! Another poltergeist is nearby!

....or maybe it was the sound of someone walking the hall's keys.

A bit of a sleep paralysis as I struggle to wake up. I wake up.

Illustration to follow sometime in the future.


I tried that in this dimension, picking things up off a table, turning around and throwing them into the air onto the ground.

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Monday, September 14, Dream.


I was walking down some stairs in a house. Illustration on
http://noble-dean.blogspot.com







I am on a mission to defend someone I met earlier in the dream, a soldier sitting on the floor of a room. He said that he lost his machine gun. To the left at the foot of the stairs is a man aiming a machine gun at an open doorway to the right at the bottom of the stairs. Still standing on the stairs,




I aim with my hand holding a gun. Not looking into the room being careful not to show my head and rish it being shot off, I aim into the room and with my hand ony exposed in the doorway to the enemy, I fire three quick shots and kill the enemy.


Interpretation: The dream world reveals methods. This woud actually work most times out of ten in an actual gunfight.



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August 1, 2009

Dream Saturday August 1, 2009





At a park, top of a city block, my skateboard rolls down a hill. All yellow skateboard. Night time. I see the skateboard rolling down a row of parked cars on the left. I run down after it.





Someone for sure will take this if I don't get it, I thought as I collected the skateboard and walked up the hill.





Randene Neill is hugging me. She is wearing a purple pullover. I kiss her breasts. She says, "Now you have had a chance to kiss me, now you are ready to do what you are going to do."





I was at a gathering of Thais all seated on the ground in a hall. There is a table, there are rectangular shallow silver trays on the table. One food is, and I hear the word "cakes" looks like a taro cake, but shaped in a Toblerone bar, that is, trangular, long, and cut into sections, each section cut being a visible thin rectangle carved width wise all along the food, and this "Toblerone bar" was resting on a bed of dark leaves, banana leaves. . And there was one tray that was a pearl necklace and silver pumpkin seeds in a shallow pool of liquid; sauce.
"This was pilfered from the temple next door during their rituals." that was the exact wording.
And then looking at all the Thais seated on the floor on rows of bamboo mats.


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Dream, Saturday, August 1, 2009 4:30 in the afternoon





I was at the Glory Hotel.




I was staying in a room where there was the shortest of hallways, and then a curtain partition, and there was a piece of paper with something written on it,




I push it to the side and go into the single room of the rooming house.





I hear a knock on the door. It is Rich Stapleton, not real name. "Who is it?"
"It's Rich."





I go to the door and say, "Rick, I already decided that I don't want to contact you anymore."
I go back into the room, drawing apart the curtain.





But at some point soon after I leave the room, as I am in the hall. I remember that although I am in Vancouver now, I should be going back to Dawson Creek. I don't want to stay and live here in Vancouver.






I go to the second floor. I sense that a couple of people are pissing against the wall, their backs towards me. Mischievous. One of them is Rich, the one on the right. The one on the left is an older man, hippie with grey hair.




He turns around, walks towards me and he is holding his dick in his hand. Although it is soft, it is a long one, and whitish pink. I remember feeling disgusted, but thinking, zookeepers see the genitals of animals all the time, this is not surprising because in the spirit world everything is pure, heavenly, ie all breasts perky, and all cocks long. He said, "Walk me with and tell me about it."

I walk with him a short distance down the hall of the second floor of the Glory Hotel.




After a bit of a distance in the middle of the hall is a young, 22 year old Italian guy. He has shoulder length curly hair, young Italian face, and he is wearing a black T-shirt. He asks me, "What shirt are you wearing?" for a second, tapping my chest gently, inquiringly, looking at the t shirt I am wearing.


That's all I remember.


Interpretation: It does not take a rocket scientist to figure all of this out. And I have been reading Mary Ann Winkowski. I am only 1/4th of the way into the book which has taught me so much.
In my dreams I am visiting this Earth. This Earth is its naked fifth dimensional form away from the cloak or filter of this solid dimension, in this dimension of differing densities, solid, liquid, and gaseous. In the next dimension all things are the same density, that is holographic, and one can teleport etc. etc. etc.
The ones who are on this Earth are what is called Earthbound spirits.
Now the ones in this dream were decidedly snarky. They remind me of the stubborn self obsessed ones in an actual astral projection OBE that I had.
I visited my old hotel, the Glory Hotel, which a homesick traveller will oft do, and these are some of the Earthbound spirits that are actually now as we speak, hanging around the Glory Hotel.
Often ghosts appear young as in the case of the Italian guy.




"Paging Doctor Nick Riviera. It's the coroner."
"Oh God! I'm so sick of that guy!"

The Simpsons




Ghosts. I am so sick of them. I see them in my dreams all the time. I have seen hundreds if not thousands of ghosts and I have been studying my dreams for five years and seeing ghosts in my dreams for five years including those who have died, looking young and healthy, not sick and physically compromised.
Mary Ann Winkowski writes that she has been studying ghosts for fifty years!
See, James Van Praagh can see ghosts that have crossed over into the light, but not earthbound spirits. He has the enviable White collar job as those who have crossed into the light are kind, benign.
Mary Ann Winkowski can see earthbound spirits but not those who have crossed into the light. She has the blue collar grunt job, and dare I say it, shit job because earthbound spirits are snarky, and how can I put it gingerly, .....assholes.
You look at them, and it can be, "Oh you are looking at me, I look back at you." and "Who are you, impudent, that you can see me?"
I see ghosts who are earthbound in my dreams like millions of other people do in their garden variety dreams. I see ghosts, not from their point of view, although as one of them in their World. To put it this way, I have a ticket for an exclusive showing at an exclusive cinema of a 3D movie. Although I am one of the audience, I am not one of the others in the audience. I can see the same as they can and am in the same arena as they are under the same conditions.
You can too. Most people when they dream, are doing something like this. This is not a special gift. I just struggle to remember my dreams and I use memory stimulants like ginkgo biloba and also nutmeg.
Just from years of reading books I have finally more or less put two and two together, and surmised that this is what has been going on all along.

Oh yeah, one more thing. Word to the wise. Mary Ann Winkowski said that The Light that all spirits must pass through to go to Heaven starts closing about 24 hours after the funeral is over. The hole of light gets smaller and smaller until people can not pass through. Sometimes ghosts visit their friends after the funeral, friend after friend until they discover that there is no longer the Light for them. They are then stuck in the ghostly version of Earth, the same place that Yours Truly often visits in his dreams.
She did point out that ghosts who lost their White Light can go to the nearest funeral home and enter into another spirit's newly created light.
But she did point out that prejudiced people will, as a ghost refuse to enter the same light as a person of a different colour, and there may be a hesitation..... sigh.

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Wednesday, August 5, 2009








A ghost. Doesn't it look like a ghost. A man wearing a suit with pocket handkerchief and neck scarf. He was gliding from right to left. <--------<---------<-----







In the field, no one is seen. But in the reflection off the glass of the painting in the living room, indeed two figures are reflected. These are ghosts.

Mary Ann Winkowski said that thinking about ghosts, meditating about them is enough to attract them. She also wrote that when she worked for the Ghost Whisperer, she noticed that ghosts from other sets were attracted to The Ghost Whisperer set just through the very subject matter, ie talking about ghosts!

I have ghosts around me from time to time, but I am an old hand at this. I am a major motherfucker. I also have guardian spirits around me.


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Wednesday, July 15,2009

Now I know where Stephen King got his idea for Maximum Overdrive.


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Dream Thursday July 16, 2009






I was at a cafeteria lineup. I told the cafeteria attendant that things are boring for me here in this town and me and my spiritual guide are going to London, England.


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Separated At Birth?





Michael Jackson and Canadian MP Rona Ambrose.


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Dream, Saturday July 11, 2009

Dream Saturday July 11, 2009









I am looking for water to put out a fire.






I accidentally throw water on top of a wall ledge, but the fire is in the room next, I thought it was water, it was actually fire.






In another room with my half brother and sister. At first, I am in a closet looking out. My sister is standing just outside of the closet, near a chest of drawers and a bed. My half brother is sitting on another bed. Closet half open left half side open.






My sister suddenly collapses*. From the way she collapsed and seeing how you can pick up telepatically the feelings and sentiments of the people you see around you in a dream, I knew she had died. I was hysterical.





I then teleported and sat on the bed that my half brother sat upon, he is to my left.






I could not stop crying. I teleported into the hall and clutched onto the open bottom drawer of a chest of drawers, my half brother was to my left, doing the same thing too. I was biting down on the bottom drawer of that chest of drawers, could not stop crying. Waves of intense grief, choked with grief.





To my right, cops in black Police hats with a badge, and light blue short sleeve shirts walk up the stairs, on the left is the stairs going down, the cops are on the landing below that walking up. On the right hand side of the stairway is stairs going up. The room where my sister is is right behind me. The cops go in there.

Teleport to a bus with my half brother, sitting near the back. A spiritual guide is with us, and he says to me, "How would you feel if it was your half brother who died instead of your half sister?" The emotion and thick wall of sadness and grief returned for a second.

Teleport back to that place where my sister is, just outside the room. I sense the cops are still in there looking her over. I wonder what if the cops see my marijuana lying on top of the table. I walk back in there and telepathically infer that the cops would not take the dope off of my table because they did not go there on the pretext of a drug call.





I walk back in the room. A doctor figure is holding two, it looks like those read along cassette books that they stopped making about ten, fifteen years ago, and wires were extending from these things. Apparently they were heart monitors. The doctor puts this to my sister, listens and then said, "No doubt about it, she is dead. But her heart is still beating slightly. Sometimes it takes up to two years for all the body parts to die from a disease."



*My sister suddenly collapses. She leans forward, then rights herself, leans forward, rights herself very quickly in four fast moves, and then at last she falls. I did a reenactment of it.
Very medically accurate, again, a ghost in a dream revealing a very medically accurate detail as if someone who is in a heart attack does not fall down in one crumple like in Hollywood movies, they are, as often as not to fall forward, then try to right itself as if temporarily releaved or else summoning the strength to recover whatever dignity and then another involuntary burst of pain, a last attempt at righting oneself and then the final death collapse.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SqDod6it6xc


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Dream May 20, 2009 Wednesday

Dream May 20, Wednesday, 2009



At a harbour. To the left is a harbour wall, shore and then it turns right. The harbour wall jutted out like a square; Straight line, and then a 90 degree angle and then a right turn.






I was in a small white longtail boat, like the Chao Phraya riverboat in Bangkok. I turned right at the harbour. The harbour was to the left. Boats moored, like in a harbour marina was to the right, now.








At one point, the boat I was in flooded with water, at the front left side. The boat listed to the front and it also listed to the right. The boat spun around and around in circles, violently. But it soon righted itself and floated perfectly. I anticipated this, I stood up in the boat and outstretched my arms perfectly. Me, a creature of existence achieving balance.


The boat headed to the marina with a lot of other white yachts.






I was released onto a small floating raft with wooden slats spaced slightly apart so you could see the water beneath but it still floated. There were crude wooded railings on three sides of this small raft. I was thinking, I had my things, how am I going to connect with my personal artifacts again, and I am assuming I am in Vancouver again now, and at some point soon, I will be in Dawson Creek again.


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A dream I had of my friend Cate. I see her in a room in a half hallway. A door is to the right.







She is in there. She is a large lady. She is with three young college girls. I want to be with her but she tells me that it is better that I leave. So I left and went and sat just outside the hallway, on a carpet.


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May 3 2009

May 3, 2009


At a bookstore, Northwest corner of Cambie and Hastings, I walk up the stairs to a set of double doors. A hallway stairway. I turn around and say out loud to the people shopping down there. "I am in Vancouver now, but I am going back to Dawson Creek tonight on the plane. I am always saying that in my dreams! Windows opening to a view of Hastings Street at Cambie. Cenotaph corner. In the main floor of the bookstore, empty except for few boxes on the floor. Support pillars. At the back of the store, an old man bookstore owner sitting behind a large desk. I walk to him and tell him that I am indeed going back to Dawson Creek tonight.


I walk down the street, Prior Street in Vancouver, going West.Light, magic hour, around 9 pm in the summer, dusk.
North side of the street. Four blocks before Gore and Prior, I am walking. I hear a voice yell "Dean!" I look around. A male Chinese voice. I look again and I see a former high school student leaning out of a window. I say hi back to that person.


Walk down the street more. A couple of guys walk onto the street to say hello. Gays. One guy is white, brown hair, blue jacket. Stepping out onto the street, was the other guy, if you could call it that. A transvestite. Chinese, with a thin silver necklace with three or four silver rods hanging from it, each rod spaced a couple of inches apart on the necklace, and a gold brocade dress. Little gold squares altogether forming a dress.
I say hello to be friendly, but I walk on, shuddering, thinking, visiting Vancouver, the astral version of Vancouver or otherwise, you would run into people like that.

Across the street, the South side of the street, I see a bunch of Chinese girls from high school. They appear to be older than high school, early twenties. One guy is amongst them. I see them and they see me but I thought while in the dreamworld, pretty much what I think in the waking world is that knowing those people again would be a regression. They sense my hesitation of them and hate me for it. Then I reach Gore street, as the street arcs North.










At one point in the dream I remember walking down a mud path, like a construction worker's path, orange things in the road, my thoughts, "I wish I had a couple of thousand dollars so then I could go to Thailand again. Bangkok knows how to protect Chinese people from the Chinese tongs."



Note: In the dreamworld you can run into all kinds of weird characters. You must be fearless to describe them.