November 8 2007
One reason i stopped writing on LJ was b/c ppl that i didn't want reading this read this. ANyway i just got a msg that my facebook dream journal entry should be deleted because it offends her. I am conflicted about whether to keep it on or not. It offends her but it's my facebook? should i be sensored because she and i broke up? i don't know but here it is.
Hi ok i usually do these on livejournal but i'm half asleep and thus will do it here. What happens is first i explain everything i can remember about the dream and then try to explain how this fits into my life today. What happens is that similarities from the dream end up in my life either as past events, or future events. kinda strange
11/08/07
So i walked to my streetcar stop knowing that i was late for an interview for work. When i got to my usual stop on Dundas i was actually on a big hill where some beggar made this long cheesey speech saying he had to get downtown and then asked for money. Downtown is like 5 minutes away so i told him to walk it. Then proceeded down the hill with other people waiting for the streetcar. The scene looked like a place i hitchhiked in in ireland, right around Roundstone trying to get to an old castle that ppl get to by driving only. Anyway somehow a streetcar picked us up in this irish town. We all got on, inclduing the beggar. When he got on the bus he met a guy on the bus who ended up throwing him off the bus and fighting him right beside the streetcar. As it was a redlight the streetcar didn't move and after the fight let him back on. He then interacted with a girl in a long conversation about whatever.
Then the scene turned to an which looked like the snooty apartments in guelph that people pay way too much for but it being on the 'cowpath' noone cares. There a girl very close to me told me that she finally had sex, due to peer pressure. She loved it and broke up with me for the guy that she had sex with. Then i was in a restaurant and ordered the some and sandwich deal. The sandwich came with this huge lettuce that took up the entire plate. I took the meal on the streetcar. The beggar was there (oh he was a blonde guy). It turned out the guy he fought and the girl he talked with were all actors doing an improv scene on the streetcar, i made friends with them and gave the girl some of the big lettuce. The change i got from buying the lettuce i gave to the blonde beggar which he thanked me for.
Then i went to the interview oh wait, no, i went to my house on dovercourt only to find out they were removing that house and placing it where my parents house used to be. So i ran in, put on a nice shirt and then left knowing that the house was going to be destroyed after i took the shirt. I then went to the interview and when i looked down the nice shirt was actually a white sweatshirt which i would've looked very unprofessional for the interview for.
Explanation:
Ok well the beggar i see alot in the city and tho i give them money about 40% of the time, it always triggers memories of trips in real life. Once i denied him the money he stuck with me the whole way as my guilt. On those trips i relied on so many people to hitchhike with and stay with and never felt that i gave back that karma.
The improv on the streetcar had to do with my friend Danielle who played a beggar in a street play at Nuit Blanche in Toronto this year. She went around asking the crowd for money before the scene started and then became part of the scene.
There is a girl i'm seeing but as this is facebook i won't say much about her because this is a public forum, but again my insecurities with relationships may have a factor here.
The nice shirt to a sweatshirt, honestly i feel like i'm acting everyday this year. I have this job which is a fantastic job i love it. But deep inside there;'s a hitchhiker waiting to get out. It was a trade-off finance vs hitchhiking. I remember i was in sudbury at the peak of my hippiness and i spent the day in total silence. A buddhist method for coming at one with the world. In that i was thinking of this day, hoping for it, but now that it's here i guess subconsciously i have doubts..
If you've gotten this far thank you. These dreams are a gateway to my soul. Feel free to comment on it, dreams have familiarity to the dreamer but are crazy strange to everyone else though charcters in the dreams are sometime familiar.
Hi ok i usually do these on livejournal but i'm half asleep and thus will do it here. What happens is first i explain everything i can remember about the dream and then try to explain how this fits into my life today. What happens is that similarities from the dream end up in my life either as past events, or future events. kinda strange
11/08/07
So i walked to my streetcar stop knowing that i was late for an interview for work. When i got to my usual stop on Dundas i was actually on a big hill where some beggar made this long cheesey speech saying he had to get downtown and then asked for money. Downtown is like 5 minutes away so i told him to walk it. Then proceeded down the hill with other people waiting for the streetcar. The scene looked like a place i hitchhiked in in ireland, right around Roundstone trying to get to an old castle that ppl get to by driving only. Anyway somehow a streetcar picked us up in this irish town. We all got on, inclduing the beggar. When he got on the bus he met a guy on the bus who ended up throwing him off the bus and fighting him right beside the streetcar. As it was a redlight the streetcar didn't move and after the fight let him back on. He then interacted with a girl in a long conversation about whatever.
Then the scene turned to an which looked like the snooty apartments in guelph that people pay way too much for but it being on the 'cowpath' noone cares. There a girl very close to me told me that she finally had sex, due to peer pressure. She loved it and broke up with me for the guy that she had sex with. Then i was in a restaurant and ordered the some and sandwich deal. The sandwich came with this huge lettuce that took up the entire plate. I took the meal on the streetcar. The beggar was there (oh he was a blonde guy). It turned out the guy he fought and the girl he talked with were all actors doing an improv scene on the streetcar, i made friends with them and gave the girl some of the big lettuce. The change i got from buying the lettuce i gave to the blonde beggar which he thanked me for.
Then i went to the interview oh wait, no, i went to my house on dovercourt only to find out they were removing that house and placing it where my parents house used to be. So i ran in, put on a nice shirt and then left knowing that the house was going to be destroyed after i took the shirt. I then went to the interview and when i looked down the nice shirt was actually a white sweatshirt which i would've looked very unprofessional for the interview for.
Explanation:
Ok well the beggar i see alot in the city and tho i give them money about 40% of the time, it always triggers memories of trips in real life. Once i denied him the money he stuck with me the whole way as my guilt. On those trips i relied on so many people to hitchhike with and stay with and never felt that i gave back that karma.
The improv on the streetcar had to do with my friend Danielle who played a beggar in a street play at Nuit Blanche in Toronto this year. She went around asking the crowd for money before the scene started and then became part of the scene.
There is a girl i'm seeing but as this is facebook i won't say much about her because this is a public forum, but again my insecurities with relationships may have a factor here.
The nice shirt to a sweatshirt, honestly i feel like i'm acting everyday this year. I have this job which is a fantastic job i love it. But deep inside there;'s a hitchhiker waiting to get out. It was a trade-off finance vs hitchhiking. I remember i was in sudbury at the peak of my hippiness and i spent the day in total silence. A buddhist method for coming at one with the world. In that i was thinking of this day, hoping for it, but now that it's here i guess subconsciously i have doubts..
If you've gotten this far thank you. These dreams are a gateway to my soul. Feel free to comment on it, dreams have familiarity to the dreamer but are crazy strange to everyone else though charcters in the dreams are sometime familiar.