I was with a group of Christians. I meet this girl we make out. Later, I meet another fat girl. She is at the door of my room.
Her pants are hanging down below her waist. She goes into my room.
She is lying to my right, naked. The point is, she was over the edge of the bed, on the floor, as if to illustrate, why not sleep on the floor only physical humans need blankets beds, a ghost can sleep on air a bed would be redundant, etc.
I go to her and embrace her.
Later, I walk out onto the street of Khao San Road in Bangkok. I see my friends Kevn, Gerald, and also Gerard Depardieu the actor. At first I feel shy, what are they doing in Bangkok? I decide to walk with them.
I ask Kevin about Terry Edwards. He said that Terry Edwards died. When? I asked. 20 minutes ago, Kevin says.
The four of us turn left around a corner, where Gulliver's Tavern would have been.
We walk upstairs to a floor. I say a quote from City of Ghosts, "The monkey's got your passport." And then I say to Gerard Depardieu, "Your movie is one of the ones which I watch regularly." He could tell I was lying.
I was under the impression that I had been to Vancouver on a vacation within the last four years, of course this is a dream notion in a dream, and I really haven't!
Lining up at a mall concession stand. In the line up behind, there is a black guy who says that there is a sale. I go to the store and get something in a plastic bag.
I go to a rotunda information kiosk which is the check out stand. I try to ring it in. The cashier says that the sale is for 95% of the price, not 59%.
Then I see the pretty girl I made out with at first. She tells me to expect these things.
She then goes round the corner behind me and to my left and she is sitting on a green mall bench kissing her boyfriend. Like her, the boyfriend is blonde, tall, young, crew cut, athletic. I feel a little envious as I wish I met the right girl when I was younger like they have instead of still being single like I am. I walk past them out of the mall. As I walk past them, I hear the girl saying to the guy, "Let's go out tonight."
I got a sense she meant go out to that same nighttime dizzying discotheque Christian gathering that I met her at.
I walk on out of the mall, clomping my steps. Clomp clomp. I am an expert, I think.
Before I leave, there are two food courttable with chairs next to each other and to the right of that is a set of glass doors.
I walk out the door. I throw my plastic bag away into an R2D2 style garbage can, all green, and with a swinging door on top part. I think, "I really should be in Vancouver. And my friend Terry Edwards is dead!"
Just offhand, originally, I was going to put this on the blog on myspace, but it clicks, cuts, clips and malfunctions too much. Freezes. This morning, I lost a typed manuscript on myspace.
Update: August 7, afternoon. 3 pm.
Terry Edwards appeared in my dream, long blonde hair, wearing a blue t-shirt and blue shorts. I said, "I heard that you were dead."
He said, "No, I'm not dead. As you see, I am very much alive."
Interpretation: This means nothing. Ghosts who have died have appeared in my dreams to tell me that I was mistaken, they are still very much alive. One of them was Mark. "Mark, I thought you were dead!" in that dream where he is standing outside of the Royal Bank on Main and Hastings. "No." He said.
Ghosts do this, as if to say, "Your thoughts about what death is needs a bit of a tune-up!"
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