Tess Dream June 16, 2009

Dream Tuesday, 16 2009

I see my friend Tess from work. I follow her. At the middle of the block, on the West side of the street, on the Southwest corner of Princess and Georgia Street in Vancouver. She just bought some crack and was about to smoke it with a friend. I follow her up stairs and into an alcove, like a workshed. She was wearing a white puffy jacket. Curled hair. Can I have some too? I said. Of course, she said.
I look at Tressy. I think I am feeling normal now, I won't feel so good after I smoke the crack. I probably won't like Tess afterwards, if she smokes the crack, and that is whether or not I light up also.
Her friend, a Native guy shows up. They light the pipe. I see a ball point pen, and at one end, was the white piece of crack, held in Tess' mouth, which Tess lit. They smoke. First Tess, then the Native. Then I walk out of the shed closing the door behind me. Hippy, South America, I don't smoke cocaine.
Then the three of us were at a house. Tess and the guy just smoked some crack. Then me and Tressy teleport to the next room, a living room. I said, I don't like smoking crack. The coming down part is the worst.
Then Tess said. That was a downer. I don't like that. Why don't you get out now? Get out, buggerboy.
I thought my suspicions that I would not like her on crack are confirmed.
What did you call me?
I was walking out the back door, looking back into the room and saw Tess, she said.
Buggerboy, your father broke his leg.
Then I went back in. Why did you call me bug? I said angrily. Then I said to her angrily, "Bug, B J*, Boaz Ja-in, the freemasons."
The Native friend who was with her, telepathed to me, hey what's up. A little angry, but not totally angry.

I left out the front door this time. The stairs of the Strathcona Elementary school, not the corner stairs the stairs directly outside the front of the building, at Keefer Street and Jackson Avenue in Vancouver. I am never going there again. I walk through, thinking. I know now what I should have said to her, I should have called her boring, a waste of time."

Then I see a large swing, at the Southeast corner of the street that is one block North of Broadway, and two blocks East of Oak Street in Vancouver. Then I stand up on the swing and holding the chains, I recall the whole event with Tess. At least I am not there now. At least I am free now. At least I am here now and in my element about to play on a swing. I swing up high, turn around look down on the ground and the swing plummets again and then goes into an upswing again. I sing the song, in the dream, under my breath, Smoke on the Water. They all came down from Montreaux........




*I was trying to say that the word bug was, I felt to be a secret reference to the pillars of Freemasonry, Boaz and Jachin. The g in the word bug, lower case g, if you take away the 'o' part of the letter g, you are left with j. I would not be writing this, but that it appeared in a vivid dream......

Interpretation: I should not get to know this Tess too much. Any path with her, followed long enough will include the occasional smoking of crack cocaine.


I can't make heads or tails out of my dreams. That's precisely the problem. Heads or tails are things of the third dimension. In the fifth dimension, heads or tails are irrelevant.
A lot of it is wordplay.

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