Dreams February 12, February 19, 2009
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Dream February 14th
I am in Vancouver. I fly with my arms out stretched like Superman. In a parking lot. A Chinese old man sees me. I fly again, on Hastings. The Chinese old man from earlier, in a car pulling up to the light.
Then I go to the Northeast corner of Main and Hastings. Two Chinese guys wearing blue windbreakers. At least one of them has a streak of blonde like a thin downward crescent in their mushroom bowl haircuts. Triads. I levitate and go up. They appearing shorter.
Then I teleport to a school. I see Steve Cleary. I say to him, "Do you remember the way they used to mark us at that high school we taught at in Thailand?" He goes left down a hall. I follow him.
I yell, "Steve!"
He does this exaggerated hyperbolic ersatz motion of deliberately shaking his shoulders, a very British move, and he turns around. Just then a high school girl, rounding the corner sees Steve do this, and then she mockingly imitating him, does this same gesture. Very prep school penguin. I then tell Steve, drawing three check marks, one on top of another, "Remember if we were absent three times, they would expel us from teaching?"
I turn around, leave, and walk down some stairs, thinking, "Even though I am not British like Steve Cleary, I am still myself.
Interpretation: When Steve made that move, he obviously sensed that I was going to ask some extrapolating question about the check marks. He shook his shoulders as if saying, "What is it now? What is he wanting to bug me with now?" This means that Steve feels contempt for me, and that I should not ever contact this British expat in Thailand ever again.
When I get my new computer tomorrow, I will do a film of this.
Dream Thursday February 19, 2009
At a bar with my friend Mike Nellson. A bunch of people are there. Circular table, a lightbulb hanging above. Dim room. Cement floor. Someone says, "Tim is here." This means something to Mke who gets up, angry. I stand up too, ready to fight. To show that I am trained and prepared to fight, I stand up and put one ankle behind my neck, one foot at a time. I do a kick with the other foot. I sure couldn't put one ankle at a time behind my neck while standing in this dimension. I tried this morning.
I am at my friend James apartment kitchen. Typical apartment kitchen set up, small corridor open at either end. The top half is all kitchen cabinets. The bottom half on the right, to the direction I was walking is a kitchencounter and a sink. The left side had the stove and refridgerator. I turn left and there are two people facing right, they are preoccupied with doing something in the hallway closet. I walk past the first person, a guy, and when I am behind the second person, I realize that I could not find Elsa, Jame's wife who I was looking to talk to. Then this second person turns around and it is Elsa. I was looking for her, but could not find her until now. Then James appears in the hallway. We go over to a couch to talk.
I then teleport to an attic in an upper middle class house. Round attic style window. Polished broad wooden slats floor, a carpet covering this floor. Bruce Lee is bent over, his back towards me. He is moving some boxes. He is wearing no shirt and loose black kung fu sweatpants. I see his right arm. He is tanned and a little shiny. His hair has not one trace of grey. I see the rising hill of his quadricep which is the muscle above the bicep and tricep. Arm muscles. He seems like a very angry guy and preoccupied. He is strong like an ox and I knew that I couldn't fight him. He moved slow but you could sense he was strong. I dared not bother him with any questions.
Teleport back to James apartment again. One of the kitchen cabinet doors on the right hand side is left open. A book is there, standing up, the title facing towards me. The book was blue-green. The title of the book, in red, was "Bruce Lee and the Chinese Mafia".
