830pm overly sleepy to midnight (really 11pm). Waking up from dream feeling: trepidation, possibly fear, upset, concern, worry in the physical world and the physical body and physical brain.
Experience in the dream state: everything feels ok. There are two sections, visiting my BFF from real world... Prior to and after. Prior to is very similar to real world, I'm visiting someone from like northern beaches like bus runs like I see another driver but I'm not working. Reflects real world as just switched from five day week to only looking at driving weekends only. In the dream state there was no such area but they corresponded anyway. The guy was retrieving his food from outdoor park bench or something like that and offered me some bread or something. Guy seemed to be white (that sounds racist but in the dream it wasn't an issue he was white just an awareness not based on eyesight) seemed like a nice guy. I think he touched my arm with his finger. If his spirit is real and is a dreaming incarnate like mine or else one of the disincarnate, either way I wish him well. Post visiting BFF there was a marine element, also corresponding to real life as per my newfound affair with marine matters last January.
Small channel of water in a city, all correspondences, nothing in any of this dreaming matched Sydney, only correspondences. Was communicating with someone, possibly same person as when walking away from BFF in the giant warehouse scene. Communication was telepathic as Swedenborg describes, where thoughts are shared. This was immediately after visiting my real world BFF at a giant open floor warehouse. Was communicating with like one guy maybe from warehouse. Out of warehouse we run into guy on water. The water channel is unusually small like an inlet near the warehouses so no big tide or swell like an inland river. Water super calm. We start communicating with the guy in Swedenborg telepathic afterworld kind of way. He says he's paying rent to live on a wharf by riverside or something like that and being sponsored by a musical instruments company to show off their instruments on his barge. So logically he was likely performing on his piano on a barge on the water. But it was like when he connected his barge to his berth he had overhead shelter and a little more homely kinda things (won't say 'stuff' as Brits will think I'm saying 'staff'), speaking of which, Liz Truss is taking a few body blows against the ropes early in her career as PM, something to watch, this latter point absolutely unrelated to the dream state.
So that guy on the barge was just explaining his relationship with his sponsors, musical instruments company providing instruments. Unclear if it was a shop or a brand company like Yamaha. And that was unrelated to his contractual deal with the riverboat people. Most impressive was the design, the barge mooring with old styled actual stone building roof whatever.
Prior to in the warehouse it was extremely large like IKEA or Amazon but there were no brand names whatsoever in the dreamworld. No Yamaha nothing. There were many pallets and things but it was unclear what was on them as if it wasn't important. Unlike in the real world my BFF seemed to be surrounded by hipster kinda poor bum musical artistic types. But more kinda urban ghetto types, no-one with the prowess of riverboat barge guy. I was embarrassed to approach my BFF there with all these new buddies of his. Generally we're way too close friends in the real world, or have been over the years. Way too close. His mother actually described us as like an old married couple in real waking life. I decided not to approach him directly as seemed too stalkery with all his buddies there even though we've been close as actual brothers in this current lifetime on actual Earth. Some of his posse and he step up and step out so I kind of just skirt around in the warehouse and come into telepathic mind sharing with someone nearby like it's a warehouse open to everyone or something. I'm just now remembering the warehouse immediately across the road and outside my door over in Auburn Sydney by the train line.
We're stepping out of the warehouse where there's no water channel then it morphs into the river barge scene.
Then I wake, my legs are hanging off the bed a little and right now I should turn electric blanket down from four to three.
One of the main organisers at the sailing club asked me if I had a bus incredulously when I said I was driving my bus last Saturday (it was the first weekend of my new weekend only regime). He seemed to say it like I was so rich and I had my own bus just for larks. Most folks at the club seem rich enough to actually have their own bus. Having your own bus is something more people should actually do. You can really fit them out nicely and they're super roomy. But I told the guy, no the public 199 route up and down Pittwater road and I just drive on weekends. All nonchalant and all. Then I mentioned the American football players at Narrabeen. I do like these folks at the sailing club, can't lie. One elderly couple there has a magnificent cruising business on Sydney Harbour with various catamaran and had the most amazing international experiences on the water. Thoroughly magnificent. Turns out they're the parents of the Spanish speaking human rights activist lady. She's also quite likeable and her new husband also likeable. Everyone at the club looks likeable. They're my ideal of Australian society. Top Gun!
I worry about my BFF a lot. Too much. I'd care more about my wife but I've already provided so much for her materially and she constantly seems very ungrateful and vexatious and focused on how super spesh she is so I don't like her. My BFF got raped by a paedophile when he was ten years old and is in permanent victim mode for life.
Then I stay awake for about two hours or so, including watching three characters from a YouTube channel: Soft White Underbelly, which I had just discovered.
The first looked Korean American, adopted, and some kind of actual nymphomaniac. She is a career prostitute (ho) and just talks about her life as a ho. She has a 24 year old daughter. Originally from Denver Colorado, she said her older foster brother was sexually molesting her and the family life with the evil foster family is already horrible before that is discovered but a lot worse later. That's interesting because a lot of people think foster family's are so great. But as someone with three older siblings, 5, 7 & 8 years older than me, I don't necessarily think foster families, or the media for that matter, are so great! I mean since I was 8 years old these three were going in and out of foster homes and the like, so I have actual real perceptions of my own about those matters based on my own experience. Although I only went into foster care briefly like as a two year old coz my mother wasn't feeling up to it. I ran into my career a few years ago at church and she remembered how excited I'd get when her son got home from primary school.
The second speaker in the interview style black and white indoor show, is a young white southern Californian girl with some kind of eating disorder, covered in tattoos as she's a tattoo artist. She's complaining how she got into a relationship with a psycho Spanish (Hispanic southern Californian Mexican) when she was eighteen and how he'd bash her, like to her, sleep around with other girls and was actually crazy, delusional. He gets stuck into a mental hospital then she tries nursing him when he gets out but when she finds out he's cheating on her she finally bans him. She is too young to be having those experiences however as I grew up in a blue collar white trash area where everyone is super low education and grows up way too early, I understand in my own way. Plus I had a relationship like this in some ways, with an eighteen year old and it's when you're young chances are you're screwing around for comfort but you yourself don't want to commit to childrearing and wouldn't be a good match if you did. Actually a phone counsellor I was talking to yesterday based in Colorado told me this is exactly what happened to her eighteen year old, pregnant than divorced to her beau. And this dad refuses now all these years later to know his child or pay for it, even though he's just down the road, living. Counsellor lady said her son in law, ex, was a motorcycle mechanic.
Gorgeous Washington State girl smokes too much weed and ecstasy and maybe a few other drugs, when she's young. From 19 or earlier she is just smoking too much pot and too much ecstasy. Right before my sister Raquel suicided in 1999, I stepped up my pot smoking big time. Apart from that you could almost have described me as a medicinal user, but immediately prior to Raquel's suicide I just hit turbo boost like in Knight Rider so when the shit hit the fan I was especially ready to go crazy. And that's how I racked up charges for malicious damage and assault police officer. The area where I was charged with malicious damage actually has a police station famous for cops coming off duty, walking across the road to the busy nightlife area and selling drugs for profit in plainclothes. It might even be an enduring practice today for all I know: Newtown. In the criminal law I was having a psychotic episode and there wasn't any malice in the sense I understand malice to mean. This psychotic break lasted months for me because of all that marijuana plus the shock of my sister passing. The lady involved in that malicious damage episode actually had my backpack which I had left with a mutual acquaintance and I was meant to retrieve it from her. Her father was actually a detective I take it. Later I went to court for an arraignment or whatever then skipped the next date then got picked up after my father called the cops and a cop came into my bedroom to arrest me and I ripped the pocket on his tunic (no kevlar) and got a charge and fine which my father paid. I never bothered telling my father over the years of all my brother's brutality, eight years older, and just opted to punch my brother's tooth out, ending the oppression. A super young cop kicked me in the shin while I was seated when I was around fourteen years old, assault. Never got mentioned much. My father helped me get through regard at his house and the disappointment of Raquel's suicide then I eventually got into my first live in relationship with a woman, kinda living in the same home together, like a year or so later. She was from Washington State too, Mary, same as Giana or whoever here, very cute both of them! Giana's story
https://youtu.be/FmO2pps1bmM
Last guy put me to sleep like a baby, war vet originally from around Topanga canyon way. It's the los Angeles version of Avalon in Sydney. Nice area, I went to a music festival there where John Densmore from the Doors was playing, around June 2006. Got pulled over by cops afterwards and told them I'd been drinking a fair bit but had just slept a few hours in my car and didn't feel drunk. They checked my newly minted Australian driver's licence I'd just gotten with my father the January before and left me on my merry way.
Hutch, the war veteran:
https://youtu.be/scCfNNRbpwo
I'll message the channel operator and ask if he'd like me to be one of his subjects....
I never got cast as Jake in the David Williamson local theatre production I auditioned twice for. However I will be seeing one of the few players there that attended both auditions, like myself, I think his name is Paul, otherwise Hans.... I think I'll be seeing him this Thursday at acting school. Apparently I've graduated from beginner to intermediate/advanced level. Who knew...
