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I was in Singapore, holding groups of rebels or police hostage and stealing their firearms.
For some reason the New Zealand police came after me, massive giant cops, and arrested me… They looked quite stunning in their blue uniforms.
A really really strange dream, I barely remember it.
It was almost like the big target the smaller and so forth, even though there might seem to be some order to, it’s difficult to tell.

She was awesome, slim, looked like a friend of mine who plays guitar. blonde hair, slim, She wanted to have sex, children, we were standing, I was in heat, she was saying and doing all the right things to turn me on, I wanted her.
To touch her was incredible, ecstatic, lust…
I don’t remember much, but she seemed perfect.
Hopefully we’ll meet again one day.

Seeing ghosts, meeting strangers,

Dream, Monday June 15th 2009

I don’t remember earlier that well.

Suddenly I am at a little house in a busy street.
The houses are multstory and kind of off whiteish in colour, designed to house people – a residential neighbourhood.
There is a jewish woman with dark hair and a pale complexion and her young (maybe 10 year old?) son in the back yard.
He is studying maths, well not right then, but is in prep for a maths tesxt in a while.
Suddenly he see’s the same ghost I see, and says “Look mum, that’s a ghost,” and I see the ghost too, a young female, the mother doesn’t, and so I walk up quickly.
i remember seeing the mother say there is no such thing to the boy.
I liked the idea of 2 + 2 = 5 and that was what the little jewish boy was studying, he had a maths exam.
The mother liked me more after I said that, and smiled at me.
I didn’t see the ghost for long, poor ghost, but I think the ghost liked me.
THere was stuff that happened earlier in the dream that’s rinsed from my my head.

The dream is about seeing the impossible, and ppl in authority saying probably not possible; and people who desire to learn saying maybe, and maybe seeing similar ot what i’ve seen.

Like we condition our people to never believe in anything except what is physically real right infront of us, like i america hadn’t been seen by you, you shouldn’t believe in it
2+2=5 is counter logic, saying magic is still real is my first interpretation

Monday June 8th, 2009

Morning

weird dream about the limits
my stepdad wasin it
had a metapor about hiding a match stick
if you can’t see it, you assume it doesn’t exist?
Subjectivity related, he didn’t understand.
Would America have existed in the minds of Europeans if it wasn’t for Chris Columbus?
an argument broke out.
made a few wishes while there, i guess they were kinda nice
ironic thing is stepdad is dead, if the dream had any basis on reality, then yeah.
remember localised pain in my cheek, something burning.
christina’s in the dream.
i hold her hand up to my face and she feels the pain too.
that proves something to her.
Dreams feeling more like reality, less fantasy.

Dream this morn Sunday 7-12-08

Was up north, kayaking, Oamaru Bay. Awesome weather, an old crush is there. I see her on the beach, gold hair and slightly chubby but beautiful, somehow leaves me longing. Same crush as it ever was.
I meet her family and get along with them, at a character house on Little Island. They feel well off, her dad is rather skinny and old in appearance, and I don’t see her mum, but I see her brothers and sisters/cousins.
Words don’t express the beauty of the place, nice sunny days and nothing to fear. It’s a relief after the last few months.
The beauty is displaced by her attitude towards me, and I see a note, my current partners name on the note, in beautiful hand-writing.
Good place called Heaven.
I wake up and feel longing for what could have been, what a beautiful world.

Dream this arvo Sunday 7-12-08

I dreamt I saw her again, talked to her briefly, somehow she knew I’d loved her. She just felt kind of sorry, said she’d be moving to South Dunedin soon.
Dreamland is beautiful again.
We talked a bit, she knew I was in love with her, there was just a sad longing in my heart, She knew, and I felt there was some connection there.
There was a car between us. For some reason, I cried and walked away from her. Why? She loved me too, I should have hugged her, held her close to me.
The colours were unreal, and her form was alien, like no woman I have ever met, but the love was incredible.
What happens to the people you dream with?

I remember the day I met her. I just thought… in the long run I thought I’d found my soul-mate. I truly did.