The Dean Noble Zone

Dream December 19, 2009

2009-12-19T08:24:00.001-08:00

Dream Saturday Dec 19, 2009

There was a bunch of people attacking the house.

I go downstairs to look for a gun. There were a bunch of Japanese people. Samurai swords dressed all in black. I sit amongst them. We are all to move against these attackers. One of them says to me, "You look Japanese." I said, "Thanks!" I move with them, feeling myself experienced and I was under the impression that I had shoulder pads, although I didn't as I walked past another table of Japanese. There were women there, and they were impressed with me. I wanted to look cool, be cool, so I walked past them without looking directly at them.

Running up the stairs, secon level, one of the four of us hits his head and is lying in the stairwell, there is blood everywhere. I think, if the attackers from outside come in and see this, they will know that there is more people in here.

The three of us run upstairs. I have an extra gun which I found. I ask someone if they need an M-16. One of the three of us is a young teenage kid. I give him the M16 but it seems too big for him, instead I give him a small handgun which I, also, strangely happen to have with me.

We are now in the attic floor, third level, looking outside, lots of people about to move in. Bad intentions. A black guy comes to the front porch forcing his way into the front door. From the window of the messy bedroom we are in, I could see the black guy. I run downstairs, I see the black guy downstairs too, I sneak past him.

There must be a way out. I jump through a window onto a roof landing, over the porch. Back door of the house. I see a van with a sunroof. I jump over the porch roof landing and then over the fence of the yard and into the van. I look at the house and I see a couple a woman on the right seems to be covered with ice. The couple is being attacked and killed by the intruders.

I drive fast down the street way. I run into a Police car. I was thinking of asking him to help, but I sensed he was in on all of this!

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Sparrow On My Windowsill

2009-12-14T01:08:00.000-08:00

Sparrow On My Windowsill

A sparrow decided to rest on my windowsill one Winter Sunday morning.
December 13, 2009.

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Christmas Chip Bags.

Look at the best before date.

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Dream Tuesday, December 15, 2009

I hug a girl, I say to her, "It's good to see you." She says to me, "It's good to see you too."

Later. I was flying, levitating in a room. Another one of these umpteenth hundred, "I am dreaming again, I am flying again, and I am talented at flying. I am good at flying!" dreams again.

I fly past a garbage can at the back of some shelves which I recognize to be the store at the NorthWest corner of Pender and Main. A gift shop, there is a shelf section which drops one step into a thin passage way.
At the garbage can, I am still levitating. There is a man at the garbage can. I am scraping something from a tray into the garbage can.

I am at a restaurant. A glass in area with trays of food for takeout. I say I want "Crab stuffed gyozas." He stirs a pan with a mixture of food.

"Crab stuffed gyozas are not available for takeout." the cook says.

He was stirring a tray, you could see the gyozas in front, and there was a cheesy casserole in the same dish with other things beneath.

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Dream, Thursday December 17, 2009

I was running down the stairs.

I dropped a gun.

A guy ran after me but he ran down the stairs. Another guy was chasing him.

I went to a room that I visited before, I did not know there was a big screen TV there! I saw a little girl sitting on a table. I was at a hospital after that. I was going check on some medications.

There is a cat who burst through a window into my room.

At the hospital, there was another corridor with a patient sitting. I told him about the case of another pharmacy that would only give out certain pills and not others.

I went to a pharmacy. Small line up. I go and tell the pharmacist. "I know you can't just come in here and say I've got a cold or an illness, there must be a specific physical symptom; I got lots of snots."

I looked in the mirror and saw into my nose.

By this time, there was a huge line up.

In my dream, I saw a ghost of a ball of snot, young, fresh, soft, big, and that was what the snot looked like when it was new, months ago until it congealed and hardened and stayed on my nose; a marble in my nose, that I previously thought was the cartilage wall bone in my nose chipped by a straw the days I was insufflating cocaine regularly and thought I had to get surgically removed, but today, it just fell off. What timing. Last night's dream about me visiting the pharmacy and looking in the mirror and seeing the snot on one side wrap around a corner like pizza cheese and on the my left side nostril, the soft green ball of snot, the one that congealed, turned into a marble and stayed for months and fell off today. It was stuck so good that when it fell off, there was blood coating the inside of my nostril. That is how good it was stuck on.

Interpretation: Ghosts can and will form themselves into queues. I have lots of dreams which features queues and it sure the fuck isn't physical flesh and blood people that I am seeing in all of my dreams. Rule #1: Anyone and everyone you see in your dreams is.... a ghost.

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Dream, Friday, December 18, 2009

I had a dream of my parents house, except the roof was off, gone, the house was presumably under renovations for a new roof.

Interpretation: This dream has a real symbolic feel to it. The roof obviously represents the past which can hold down and enclose. The roof is gone, the past is gone, the future is wide open.

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View from my Window, November 17, 2009

2009-11-17T13:04:00.000-08:00

The view from my window.

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Dream, Tuesday, November 17th, 2009

I am running East along Hastings Street, from Abbot, to Main. I see a march of Black people, tall.

I zip to Main and Hastings. The same march of Black people marching, all of them afros, wearing navy blue zip jackets.
Worms eye view almost, I look up, they are tall, then marching after the Black people were members of the Vancouver Police, I see their Police hats, lines with slight silver markings.

I see them walk past me, going East.

I go into the Carnegie Center. I head for the Library. I see the Librarian **** there, with the telltale profile of her blonde hair. I think, "I don't want to talk to her!"

So I run up the stairs,

again, this feeling that, I can't believe I am actually visiting Vancouver now, I am in the Carnegie Centre. Maybe this isn't a dream and I am actually here in Vancouver but will be back in Dawson Creek, maybe I'll stay for awhile.

I go into the Library, this time, she is against a bookshelf against the wall. Another bookshelf is lined close to it, forming a kind of T. There is a podium against the door. There are two other Librarians there, one of them a Chinese one. I ignore the other two Librarians and touch **** at the top of her arm. I feel the muscular flesh texture, there is a slight bit of hair. She is sleeveless.

I expect her to say something sarcastic about how I haven't been around for awhile. But instead, really calmly, she says, "It's nice how there is so many books here that people can borrow and just take home for free."

I leave the Library into the First Floor hall of the Carnegie heading towards where the Chinese people play chess.

The End.

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Dream Friday November 20, 2009

I am making out with a ghost girl. I put my fingers in her mouth. Just as in that dream a couple of days ago with the machete as I recall, in the dream that I did an animated cartoon featuring a machete, in this dream, I recall that I once wrote a girl a note that I fantasized about, as a courting ritual, putting my finger in her mouth.* This time, in the dream I did it, and I felt her teeth on my finger, just as in dreams about animals biting, I feel their teeth to some degree, sometimes to a pronounced degree.....

I am next a ghostbuster leading a team into a building to look for a ghost. I know exactly what to say to a ghost, as I say, "Ayut Wunnoe Sakung Palung. By!!!!!! The ghost's name is Fred." The words are in Thai, the first words are some Priest words, incomprehensible to a secular layman equating to a Brahman blessing prayer which I wrote about using before, and the second By means Go!!!!!!! in Thai.
The ghost is gone, gotten rid of, and sort of like in the movie Aliens with Bill Paxton,

I am the leader who is leading the team out of the derelict old building with some support pillars, otherwise it is dark, there is a square of light in a distance, about 30 meters away. That is the exit which I am to lead my team out.

*Interpretation: In the dream world, you can make a reference to a past event with thought or word of an event either in this dimension, like in the dream, me recalling how in this dimension I wrote that note to that girl, or me doing an animated cartoon in this dimension, A Simple Plan which, in one scene featured a machete wielding bandit, or you can make a reference to something which happened previously in the dream world like me referring to me as a trainee cop trying to make a drug bust which happened earlier in the same dream to a couple of guys working at a second hand store holding a triptych painting of Keith Richards.
And in this dimension, also, you can make a reference either in word or thought of a previous event in this dimension or a previous event that happened in the dreamworld - as I am doing now!

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Dream Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Last night I dreamed that I was travelling in Vancouver. Someone had told me that my father is dead. Now this is the first dream that I ever had that he was actually dead. Most other times, I see him and either he tells me, or I tell him, "I will never see you ever again."

The bridge on Hastings Street.

I was on a bus on a bridge on Hastings Street, during this dream, and I was weeping uncontrollably. "My father's dead!" I also recall thinking that I was in Vancouver and that this trip to Vancouver is extra long. How could I ever wonder whether or not I have been to Vancouver all those times because now I am clearly in Vancouver, but this trip is taking so long, maybe I will be here to stay, maybe I won't be going back to Dawson Creek."

Then I was in the living room of 1825 Skeena, at where the fireplace is, looking South. I have visited this house a lot of times in my dreams*, with two old women. We are discussing my father's death. That he is not around to talk to me.
In the distance, a third old woman makes an entrance and then leaves again.

In one dream, the family is moving. There is no furniture there, only boxes.
In another dream I was speaking some foreign language with my adoptive sister. She said that she did not understand the language I was speaking, the language of a country that she and I visited at different times.

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Dream, Friday, December 4, 2009

I was driving a tan coloured LeBaron Coupe from under an underground part of a building, near the Seabus station.

Then I was driving across the Granville Bridge in Vancouver, going Southbound. For some reason, from somewhere, a burgundy BMW crosses my path, not parallel to the bridge you understand, but perpendicular, the car seeming to appear somewhere in space to the extreme right, going from right to left, I swerved to the left hoping to miss it, but I clip it.

I drive the car to Victoria Drive between 41st and 49th, on the East side of the street, I park the car. I go to a store and not a minute later, when I return, the car is gone. I thought someone stole it. But at the time, for some reason, I forgot I was in the dreamworld, where cars can just pick up and leave if you are not actually in it, driving it, I guess.

I go to a restaurant. I see a couple of waitresses, I say their Chinese names, "Yee Goo Mah, and Choy Ching! I HAVE to go and say hi to THEM!" Yee Goo Mah in that language means, second Aunt.

I go to them as they are near a stove.
"Ladies." I say.

I see a lady undressing in the bathroom. I go near the bathroom and look in the door and see her undressing near a mirror.

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Dream Friday December 11, 2009

A man with a tattoo, with handwriting, on his nose.

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Dream October 27, 2009

2009-10-28T22:06:00.000-07:00

Dream, Tuesday October 27, 2009

I was going to leave a house, but someone assured me that it was allright to go back upstairs into the house.

I said that it was safer to leave the house through the back door downstairs.

Sometimes that room is dark and no one is there,

but sometimes, the room is lighted and there is a shadow on the door, someone is there, ghosts of the dead and they are kind of mean people. Scary. Scream scary.

Somewhere interspliced between all this, a guide is leading someone and me through a zoo park garden. I get into meditation lotus position and fly up up up up up. They sense my expertise. Suddenly the group walks past a stone pavilion.

I look back and see an orange and black tiger pounce on one of them.

I fly, levitate to them and the tiger grabs my right arm. I levitate lifting the tiger with me and then with a judo flip, my hand to its paw, while in the air, I flip it into a small group of water buffalos below.

Then there was a white and black spotted panther who grabbed the other guy. I similarly lifted it but this time as I was flying past it, it grabbed the lower part of my right leg. I could feel its weight just like with the tiger, and I could feel its teeth on the lower part of my right leg.

At one point, I was levitating above and next to a house and saw sunlight over a meadow below and ahead. The house was on my left. I see an blue corpsish lady in a 4 corner square frame she was smiling a mischievous smile.

Right. Like I said, it was then that I went back into the house and I saw that the corridor to the back door was not dark and empty, but had a strange electric lamplight, and a slight shadow on the back door. There was someone else there. Other ghosts. They gave a ghastly eerie ethereal ghostly presence.

I remember sitting on a mattress on the floor in that room, staying there, unable to get out, and screaming, screaming in my dream. I was expecting one of the ghosts I sensed nearby to stand next to me and I would see it's face. I sensed there was a male and a female. But no one came to my side and then I woke up.

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An Adjoining Dream

I once had a dream about a strange ethereal ghost like addition to a house. Wood very roughly handbuilt together to form a ghostly bridge and porch addition to an already old house. This dream is a complement to the image about the woman smiling michievously at me above, how she was in a ghostly like structure next to a house.

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Dream, Thursday October 29, 2009

The actual house on Triumph and Kootenay St.

Night. I was at a house on Triumph, one block West of Boundary in Vancouver. My friend asks me to bring a gun in a pink soft suede holster to a neighbour across the street.

I go there, stand in front of the door, but no one comes to the door.

Then I notice a bunch of Police cars parked around, and then I thought if they came up to me, and saw that I was dealing with a gun in any way, selling it, or even transporting it to another person, I would get into trouble. So I went back across the street to my friends.

Then I teleported to the front of that house across the street. Now, it was day. The cops had surrounded me and treated me as if I was one of them. They gave me a gun. We all stood in front of the door waiting. Then I squatted down and rubbed my hand over my face sleepily. A Policewoman who was there amongst the group of me, a Police woman and two other Policemen.

The Policewoman said to me, "There is no sleeping on the job. If you are going to sleep, then today is going to be your last day." I did not want to lose such a good and important job so I snapped awake.

The door opens and we go into the house, I peek around the doorframe and look inside, having an artist, George Orwell as a cop kind of attitude. There is a main kitchen table with people sitting.

There is an adjoining room to the right.
There is a coffee table a sofa at the far end and a couch on either sides. There was about three people sitting there. All kinds of stuff were on the table, drugs, bags of marijuana. I go there and I am collecting the marijuana. I was thinking, "I don't really want to do this. I know how you feel, because I smoke pot myself."

As I am collecting the pot from the table I ask a Police man to the right of me, he is sitting on the sofa at the far end of the coffee table, "What should I say?"

"Ask him how often he uses. Ask him how much he spends on it." the Policeman says.

I ask the Spanish looking guy wearing a patchwork work shirt sitting on the couch as he looks up at me mellowly,"How much do you use? How much do you spend on this a month?" Then I say, I can't do this! I am not a cop!

I go to the kitchen room, on the way to leave. I see a cop standing by the door. I explain to him, "I guess it's back to drawing cartoons."

I go to my friend's house. At first they are not there. Then they are there behind a four sided glass counter. I tell them that I wanted to buy a painting of Keith Richards from the Rolling Stones.
They showed me the picture. I saw only a frame and not a picture. Somehow the frame was actually a triptych and Keith Richards was on one of the three frames.

I recalled the bag of pot on the table.
I told them that I spent some time as a cop. They said, "You should have collected some of that pot and sold it. That's what they do! And if there was a bag full of crack, you could have grabbed that too!"

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Just like with the house and the frame next to it, I want to draw another example of a similar Police dream to the above.

At Sunrise Park on 3rd and Rupert in Vancouver.

There is a cement building platform. I am on it making a political speech.

Then all of a sudden, the Police appear.

They ask me for a fine, a Policewoman, and I reach for my wallet, and I am surprised that not only do I have a wallet, but that it is full of money.

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Dream Wednesday November 25th 2009

I was lying on a bed. A blonde Policewoman wearing a ponytail and a Police hat was next to me, to my left. She was wearing a light blue Police shirt, with badge. She said that she wanted to ask me a few questions. Then she sitting on top of me. She asked me to put my hands together. She handcuffed me. But a few seconds later, the handcuffs were gone and I was free again. I was able to put my hands under the pillow while lying down.

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Show And Tell

This is my new big screen TV hooked up to my computer, or rather, vice versa.

These images are from Herge's Tintin. These images give a kind of campy bourgeous comic book feel, really intense like when I first discovered Winsor McCay, during the Spring when I was 21 years old. That artist, for awhile went out of fashion for awhile, but if you order the full size reprints of the Little Nemo in Slumberland comics, it does have the same kind of ornate baroque vibes, sort of like coming down off of mushrooms.
I wish to achieve this level of artistic mastery. In fact, this is my pledge.
This is why, with my computer hooked up to the big screen TV, of course this means a much bigger "canvas" where I can squeeze in a lot more details. Over the course of time, I will inject some mind blowing psychedelic images into my cartoons now that I have more space to add in more details.
I wish to create good feelings if maybe not quite the Stendahl effect, with my cartoons, of course animated cartoon is different than the medium of a paper comic strip, glossy bright colours, in paper has a feeling.
I had a Stendahl effect with some artwork that I saw during the 80s when as a teenager, I would see a picture and not be able to stop crying for a day and a half, but it was a happy kind of crying, or looking at a picture and staying up all night feeling happier and happier each minute and feeling every minute of the growing happiness. But maybe that's just the hormones of puberty.
See the Herge comics above? That's my artistic objective now that I have a big screen TV to work with as a computer screen. I don't know when it will be that I will achieve this objective. Often the best cartoons or artwork comes about accidentally without any kind of planning beforehand.

This is the latest frame of my cartoon. I drew this picture with the computer hooked up to the big screen television. Tintin comics are like this; they are originally drawn on huge poster sized sheets of paper and then the printing press process shrinks down the comic strip to paperback comic magazine size.

Deli cakes. Dean Noble. CGI. 2009

Salmon head.

Old German New York postal clerk.

New York post office. Seize The Day.
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The Carnegie Community Centre in Vancouver, in the dreamworld

The approach to the Community Centre, on the street.

The interior of the Community Centre is spotless and pristine as could be expected in the dreamworld. The green wrought iron framework framing the floors and windows. The mahogany furniture and interiors. In the dream, there were some people in the rooms.

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Dream, Friday November 13, 2009

Some Police wanted to interview me about my marijuana use, throughout the dream, but never got around to it.

I leave this party and go into a convenience store connected to a high rise apartment. I was asking the cashier about the Police, the party and then 3 guys walk in. I sensed they were going to rob the place, so I streaked out fast.

When I looked back, I indeed did see one guy holding a machete. One of the guys in this dream was my black friend Wes.

I go to an airport waiting area. Everyone is on a phone.

I go to a phone and someone is on it, I weep to one of the passengers, "Why is everyone on a phone? I need to call the Police, it is an emergency, I have to report an armed robbery."

I go into a hospital. There is a series of phones on a table in a room. I pick up one of the phones,

but it is a nurse and as soon as I identify myself, she tells me that she is unable to contact the Police, but can tell me fully, my medical details. I did not want to hear about that.

I go out. I recognize that I am standing outside H&R Block in Dawson Creek. I see a car moving from left to right going West, I wave it down thinking it might be the Police. It is a tan, cream coloured car, looks like a 4 door 60s Valiant. In the car is my cousin ******* she looks young, slim, about 19. In fact, now, in this life, she is a 250 woman who wears a mumu.
It is the light of a Spring or Winter morning.
I apologized to her, I wanted to see the Police. She beamed at me, smiling. She said, that's OK because we are cousins. She was happy to see me. I told her that I was on Noble Films now, and as she turned left now going South, at Northern Janitorial in Dawson Creek, I volunteered to write my phone number on a restaurant table paper napkin. With the first few tries, the ink on the pen did not work, but finally I was able to write the phone number I have and I am not including it here!

Note, it is strange to see people in my dreams who I resolved to never, ever speak to again, and in the dream, I am friendly to them and they are friendly to me. Often these are people I have not seen in years. But in this life, upon awakening, whatever happy feelings I had with these people in the dream are crushed and I go back to my wakeful resolve of determining that these people are not worth contacting, even if I had a dream about them. Now I am not seriously going to contact this cousin I saw in today's dream. No fucking way!
If they are so gung ho about family, why don't they ever introduce me to my mother's side of the family, instead they do everything they can to withhold whatever information about her they could from me.
She is not my cousin, because the man who says he is my father is not my father. What, he's my father, why, because he says he is?! He is not my father. I have only ever known that guy to be a compulsive liar on all topics. I really doubt that he is my father. He is not my father. Not my genes. I don't look anything like him. His face looks like a catfish. I think that my adoptive father is dead.

I finally leave the amusement park fair altogether.

In the distance, there is the exit. Up a small hill, a line up of people.

I see a Police Officer but people shuffle to the exit and I miss the Police Officer and in the line up, I look back and can scarcely see him, obscured by all the queueing heads behind me.

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Dream Images, Friday October 16, 2009

2009-10-17T16:12:00.000-07:00

A sweet image from 1908. Workshop. Merry Go Round Hobby horse.

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I had this dream before I had the one above, if only one hour before.

A dog's muzzle, and then a hotel formation very much like a dog's muzzle including the front teeth.

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The Rolling Stones

I saw this in a dream that featured the Rolling Stones. This pot filled ashtray was, in the dream, in a room where Keith Richards was lying on a bed. Intimations of death. At one point he sat up and smiled a wide spiderly monkey smile at me and then the smile got wider. Smiles wide, then wider.
But looking at an ashtray with pot buds in real life has a resonance and it would be something that appeared in a dream with the Rolling Stones. A dream that I had.

Interpretation: This ghostly ashtray contains the ghosts of the buds which usually would have formed the ashes.

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My Hallowe'en Pumpkin

2009-09-30T14:04:00.000-07:00

I got a Hallowe'en pumpkin. I put an energy saving "party light" a yellow one, in a plug-in desk lamp. The I put a plastic pumpkin that I got on top. A good light, better than the built in one it came with.

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Mile Zero Hotel Drawing

I drew this picture between Wednesday October 7, and Sunday October 18, 2009.

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Dream, Tuesday September 29th, 2009

I was in a living room, a theatre group. There as a bunch of people roiled together, reminiscent of the roiling mass of rotweillers I saw in a dream a few months ago. Anyways, in the center of this group of people was a Chinese guy. Ghost. HD TV vividness and density in the pores of his face. This dimension a little fuzz in comparison. Oh, another one of those dreams!
This Chinese guy had a very distinct Oriental face. They say your face gets more distinct as you get older. Not so in my experiences with the ghost world; faces look most distinct when a person is a teenager! A lot of Oriental ghosts, most of them will present themselves as a teenager especially if they are a gangster and this guy was wearing an all white three piece suit like a 1930s Shanghai gangster, no hat, and he had a Chinese Peter Chin face and he was looking at me askance, sidelong. I was looking at his left ear, so the left side of his face was facing me.

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Dream: Friday, October 2nd, 2009

I was in an apartment with two gorgeous Oriental girls. They laid me down on the bed, and they took their clothes off. They said, "How would it be like for you to be inside us?"

First one girl hovers her naked self over me, then the other, I was ready to enter one of them, then they said that someone was returning.

It seemed like a long time, as I went to the window and did up my belt. I was doing up my belt the after action of doing something sexual. A second later, a couple of guys return.

I turn around and see them. They are sitting at a sofa, and they are looking right at me!

I leave the room and walk around the building.

I go into a room and see one of the guys. He is wanting to sell me a dress shirt, a black dress shirt, but there is a thing seam where there is a Scottish plaid design, but mostly a black dress shirt. I ask how much? He says $100 or over.

I look into a mirror and see myself, vivid, young, with sideburns.

I leave and go into an elevator, I am not sure there is a floor on the elevator, but as I look closer, there is.

Then I teleport to a walk in shoe closet and see one of the Oriental ladies from before, clothed, she was trying to sell a shirt to Mike Tyson. Slut, I thought, knowing she would flirt with him too.

I slid under the closet door and out of the room.

Then I go into another part of the building, the other guy of the two guys is there, he is standing at a hallway closet folding clothes, this hallways all dark, subdued, and shady,

Then I see a fence wall part, like a monkey cage. I try to climb the fence surrounding but when I see that it has barbed wire, I stop.

Some guy is trying to climb a barb wire fence.

I walk around the corridor, turning left and see a guy, actually one of the two guys from before. He climbed up the fence, but could not get down, he climbs back into the building and walks on a support beam, and says, "I have to get out of my cell! Get the nurse!"

This is a scaffolded hallway, I look down and see one fat old lady showering.

I walk downstairs and to my left, I see a fat old lady, naked showering, she had flattish slightly round breasts like small hills.

But to the front of me, I see another old lady, naked and showering, she has a more curvy body with nice round breasts more like spheres. I go to her and hug her. I feel good for a second. To the left just in front of this shower stall though, I notice a Police hat, RCMP, I telepathically sense. The yellow band across the Police hat is distinct. It was an older Police Officer, about 45 years old, hair salt and pepper grey, and very lean and fit. He was having his breakfast. I decide that since he was there, I did not want to fool around with the old lady there, I mean he was right next to the shower stall and had a view. He sat behind a wall which defined and separated the dining area from the shower stalls. The wall was only high enough to reach his shoulder even as he sat down dining.

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Dream Wednesday, October 7, 2009

I watch a STAR WARS procession.

Then C3P0 runs in and gets involved. I then see the black Empress.

She is thin, bald, all black, like coal black, not just Black person's skin black. The has sharp teeth and looks menacing and at one point, looked right at me.

Later on in the dream, I am sitting with Darth Vader to my left on a bench, bookcased by two small walls. The black Empress is due to arrive again.
I say, "What if she looks at me again?"
Darth Vader said, "I'll tell her that you are WITH ME!!!!!!"
I say, "Just the same, I want to leave anyways."

I go to an elevator. I step in. Then I change my mind and want to go back to see the black Empress.

I see the floor listings, 503, 504, 505, 506, this building has 500 floors! And I sense that the elevator is going up so fast!
I said, "I don't like these kinds of elevators."

I press a slanted transparent plastic square button in the middle of the left wall of the elevator.

The elevator doors open. The bench is empty. The hallway where the Empress is supposed to arrive is empty.

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Dream, Thursday October 8, 2009

I was staying in a rooming house apartment in Vancouver, after work, I scored some cocaine which I liquified and had waiting for me in an uncapped syringe, the needle point extruding no more or less than an inch. I hid the needle in the left side of a top drawer under a piece of clothing.

Later, I returned to the room and looked for the needle and it was gone! Mark Roy appeared and said that he had taken it away from me for my own good. I demanded to know where it was. He showed it to me.

The syringe looked purple, flattened by a hammer. It was pancaked in the center, as it should be.

Later I scored some more cocaine and in a needle. I was going to shoot up in a bathroom.

I look into a room.
In the dream, I shot up through the yellow part of an orange striped partitioned safety vest, the yellow glossy plastic part of the safety vest was connected to my vein. When I shot up, I felt the choking but pleasant sensation of a rush of an intravenous hit of cocaine. I was feeling the ghost rush of an intravenous hit of cocaine. All experiences on Earth have their ghost version in the dreamworld.

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Afternoon.

After being at some place, I teleport to see my family.

My father, he is old and shaking. He had a stroke.

We walk together to another room. My father is in the other half of the partitioned room with a window and a table.

My half brother is there, he has slight grey hair. He is wearing a grey sweat shirt. He sits tall on a chair. My stepmother is also in the room, over in front of the kitchen sink counter with windows. She seems amused. Not mean or angry or threatening at all.

My half sister is there. I see her. She sees me. She is eating the top part of a dill pickle putting it in her mouth. I go to her and hug her. It feels good, like hugging a woman always feels.

I told her that, "I might be a loser now. I am not with Maria anymore. I left my apartment in seclusion."

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Dream, October 12, Monday, 2009

I was at Granville and Smithe, just outside the Orpheum theatre. I saw an old school mate, Cindy Sallie. She was a pretty blonde. In the dream, she was wearing a pink skirt. I wanted to give her a hug, but she refused. She did not see me for a long time and did not want to seem cheap.

Then I teleported to a small hill. There is a chain link fence on top. This is near a schoolyard. There are 4 people sitting there, on the grass, left to right, position 1, 2, 3, 4.

A girl sits a position 1. I go to sit between position 1 and position 2. I talk to the young girl. As soon as I did. There is a young East Indian guy at position 2. He, while sitting, knees me fast with his right knee. I see a blur.

Then I wrestle the guy on the grass. Ghost wrestling. Indian wrestling.

Interpretation: Lighting is everything. Also, SPOV,or spectator's point of view is everything. I mean why did I see the view from the hill up? Why not hill down, or from the left or from the right?

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Dream, Sunday November 15, 2009 10:15 am.

Warning: Very explicit sexual content.

I had left someplace and was standing in a room in a stairwell against the wall with the open doorway I had walked through to the right of me.

On the top of the stairs directly in front and slightly to the right of me is a naked lady and she is sucking my cock. A long, ghostly cock. She is licking the pink tip. I look closer at the face, the nose, the lips. It's Emma!

There is another girl to the right of us, she is, I sense, half Native. I am now fucking Emma, face to face, she on top, her legs wrapped around me. In typical lusty greed, I reach for the girl to the right of me, I touch her body, I rub my head against her naked body.

This half white half Native girl says, "I'm coming!" And the blonde Emma girl I am fucking says "I'm coming too!" I sense however, that I, can not come.

We disengage.

The blonde girl said, "Matt was always able to be hard, he was never a disappointment."

The other girl said, "Matty as well."

Interpretation: Dreams are as strange as hell and they often do not turn out the way you expect or like. But in order to understand, I have to look at these things as sheer archetypes.

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New Sushi Restaurant in Dawson Creek BC

2009-08-28T22:17:00.000-07:00

New Tokyo Restaurant Dawson Creek, BC
phone: 250-782-4900

A NASA flight simulator in town.

A new Ford GT red car. The tire is POTENZA brand.

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My Baby/ Dream Image: LAST

2009-08-16T02:25:00.000-07:00

This is Ginger, my female Abyssinian guinea pig which I got in September 2006.

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Tattoo Designs

These are some designs that I got in Southeast Asia.

These tattoos are prayers and each of these tattoo designs is a specific prayer. If someone who wishes for love inadvertently gets a tattoo that is a prayer for wealth, then wealth is what he will get. So unless a person understands what specific prayer is behind each tattoo, it is better not to get one. Some is a talisman against ghosts, others is to revenge and vanquish their enemies, in my case, such wishes are irrelevant and I don't want a tattoo like that!

Like chains around a winter tire, the grid design of the tattoos is a protective netting or shield against adversity around a person.

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Dream Friday September 18 2009

I visit my female cousin my age, J, and her mother. A cat falls off the table. I grab the cat and catch it. Did you see me catch the cat, J? She said, No. I thought, I had a deja vu of this dream event before!

Her mother walks into the room. She was quiet, sullen and now I reflect that it is because I have not visited nor called them for a lot of years. I said that I only came to say hi. The mother is sitting at the living room couch, her back to me. I was wondering about scrounging some food, as usual, but now decided against it. It it early evening now. I am visiting today after visiting all week but in the previous visits, I would arrive there in the early afternoon rather than late afternoon.

I look over and in my mind's eye, in the dream, see a large map looking over to the East, Maritime Provinces, Atlantic Ocean, England. The map is not North to South up and down, it is East up and West down. A peculiar dark blue border of the map which accented the light blue of the oceans.

"I am going to visit England." I announce. J then says to her mother, "He says that he is going to visit England."

I leave the house and walk back in. Walking in, clomping my shoes and then I stop and stand erect, now looking at a tapestry on the wall, it has a Baffin Island Shape, it is old brown threads on a sea of burgundy red. I said, "I am dignified enough to handle Europe."

Then to the right of me standing besides me, my Native spiritual protector, but for some benign yet mischievous reason, I had to wrestle and fight to the ground.

I emerge standing. Looking around.

Dream over.

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Dream Voice:

I eat so little beef. I put it into a bullet and fire it out of a gun.

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Friday, September 25, Dream.

I was making out with a real nice black girl. Then her boyfriend comes into the room and sits in front of her, but beside us. She reaches for his cock. I sense that she wants him more than me.

Then teleport upstairs.

She is on top of the stairs landing with railing. I said, "Why don't you kick me out if you don't want me to be here!" She said, "I want to kick you out. Why aren't you leaving?"
"That's what I said!" I said.

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Dream: Wednesday, September 30, 2009

I was at a swimming pool.

I pass some people in a hottub, a guy sitting alone to himself and a couple, all of them Oriental.

As I pass the hot tub, I see, with a slight bit of shock as it might be against regulations, that the young Oriental woman had no top at all, her breasts were small round, perky, perfect as usual as per in the ghost world. She looked around 19 years old. There was a shine square reflected off her breasts. I did some somersaults in the air off the end of the pool, near the hot tub.

Then I teleported to a pier and I was doing somersaults off of a point in the pier.

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Christ Church, Pouce Coupe BC

2009-07-13T21:28:00.000-07:00

Christ Church, Pouce Coupe BC

This lovely Church may close if drastic measures are not taken to increase membership, etc.

July 2009

2009-07-02T11:43:00.000-07:00

Ravens

Raven Radio from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

As I was drawing pictures of the next chapter of Animal Farm, the part with Moses the Raven, there were two ravens on the radio tower just outside my room.
I snapped a photo of them.

It is a sign. That maybe they know that I could draw ravens well. And that my raven cartoon is eing broadcasted.

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Snapped on Saturday, July 4, 2009.

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Dream, Friday July 10, 2009 early morning, around 4 am.

I am walking through a neighbourhood. MacLean Park in Vancouver.

I get my things and I discuss to myself the merits of a paperback book I have just acquired.

I go into a room. My grandmother is there. There is another person sitting to the left of her.

She has a multicolour, two colours, red and blue watercolour mountains framed painting* on her lap, extremely Chinese. She massages my arm and as she does it, it is almost as if she were pointing out to me that when I practice reflexology or massage, not to merely, dully, prosaically press down.

She moved my arm as if she were guiding me, a quick soft subtle move down and then up, like a Tai Chi move and then she pulled my arm gently outward to the side, in slight jerks as if trying to guide me along preset chi lines in motion. A loving Chinese grandmother. She said it was very busy and that people were sitting across the street from her veranda, she said, inviting her to go out.

*A couple of years ago, I had a dream, my adoptive** father visited me in a room which I drew a picture of in "The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar" where the East Indian father is with his son. In the dream he is sitting at the bed at the side, I am sitting at the foot of the bed, closest to the mirror and dresser. He is wearing a white shortsleeve t shirt. A t- shirt that is whiter and cleaner than any white tshirt in this dimension. He looks 25 years old in the dream. He shows a bunch of Chinese water colour characters, written in black ink, on a piece of exquisite, dream world exquisite white silk.
The light in the room is dim, no electric light in the room, the only light being the natural sunlight resembling dream light, true light, shining through the window illuminating the room.
I mean, what's with the watercolours? My father and then now my grandmother?

I then go to another room. I show people a bloodclot on my leg. I feel a dense clump of arteries just under the skin of my leg.

Then I show a network of veins, the blood flowing lethargically. My two female relatives not female relatives in this life, astral female relatives, point me out to a doctor who happens to be in the room. I show him the network of clumps. He gets on the phone next to the wall, on the left of an open doorway, just right of the foot of a bed.

He calls and says, "He has got a heart attack. This is serious." I lie down on the ground.

I reach up on the bed for the paperback novel I had earlier, a small grey paperback novel. I then am conscious of lying on my right side and thinking "If I really had a heart attack, I got to get out of here. I am lying on my side." At that point, I was conscious of my back, and thought, "The will probably try to get to my heart and lungs through the back side, cutting through the back ribs. I got to get out of here."

I was conscious of lying on my right side in the dream. When I woke up, I was lying on my right side! I heard the squeak of my guinea pigs. They woke me up this morning. I wonder if they hadn't and in the midst of the strange synchronicity of being conscious of lying on my right side in the dream world and being conscious of me lying on my right side in this waking world, if I would have had another out of body experience, with the predictable assumed corollaries of the sleep paralysis and the primal scream upon awakening.

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Tibetan School on Keefer

I once had a dream about a Tibetan style school on the North side of Keefer Street between Gore and Jackson, closer to Jackson Ave, in Vancouver. Across the Street, the Jackson projects, a series of apartment buildings built in the late 50s, are there as much as ever.

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This Happens To Me Often

I got a new video game. The Simpsons on Sony PSP. The first time I played it, I got this time. Now this mystical number occurs for me often.

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Dawson Creek June 2009

2009-06-15T13:11:00.001-07:00

The kaleidoscopic tree, taken on a Sony Cybershot 10.1 megapixel camera.

This reminds me of my acid days when all plants, indeed all objects had taken on a kaleidoscopic scant and skew. Instead, now these days, there are only just occasional reminders like this as well:

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Photos of Dawson Creek, British Columbia, Canada, photographed on a Digital Concepts 6 megapixel camera.

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Dean Noble at Walter Wright's Pioneer Village

2009-04-16T11:55:00.000-07:00

Dean Noble at Walter Wright's Pioneer Village

Monday, May 17, 2009.

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Dawson Creek CoOp June 2009. Evening.

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Dean Noble, March, 2009

2009-03-09T15:25:00.000-07:00

Dean Noble, March, 2009

These are photos of me snapped on March 9, 2009. These are the photos for the film project only one of these two photos making into filmworld while the other pictures have wound up on the cutting room floor, or otherwise here.

Dream March 9, 2009 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

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April 11, 2009 Saturday

This photo is for the ladies, check out my abs.

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Jamie Muracher, CJDC News

On Tuesday, April 14th, I briefly met Jamie Muracher, CJDC News anchor. This is a picture of her snapped on that day!

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Dawson Creek February 2009

2009-02-22T20:38:00.000-08:00

Dawson Creek February 2009

Dawson Creek's Shining Time Station

Smoke in the distance.

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Halls

A dream that I had in early February. Photorealism.

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Guinea Pig

This is my guinea pig. She is my morning star. My Venus. Unfortunately, she is on her last legs. She is running on 3 out of 4 cylinders. I have raised lots of guinea pigs in my life. She is entering senescence or old age. The lower ceiling on these animals is two years, and the upper ceiling on these animals is the good part of seven years when it comes to lifetimes.
The vet costs at least $60 and that is for the check up alone. Then surgery would cost in the hundreds. The last time I took this guinea pig to the vet, it cost $250. Such prices are detractive and almost contradictory to the spirit of medicine. In Vancouver a veterinary volunteers to look at animals for free in the downtown area. She still gets paid though, the welfare cases do not have to pay the nurse to see their pet. There is a rotating cycle of three veterinary nurses that do this.
I can see paying hundred to see the vet if it was a prize winning race-horse that costs hundreds of thousands of dollars. A guinea pig costs $33 at the pet store, and $15 at the humane society. Get another one.
Say I pay the vet bill, and the guinea pig dies in two or three months anyways.
There are only two taxicabs in this town. With minus twenty five weather, it would be impossible to get a cab without waiting about 45 minutes for it. The bill could easily be $200 - $300. With such high prices, I would be better off to seek Theodoric of York who charges nothing but utilizes medieval practices such as bloodletting and trepanning, I mean with a $500 veterinary bill, high prices are to medicine what trepanning is to medicine and that is pernicious policies. Michael Moore's Sicko.
My friend and his wife brought a dog to the vet. The bill was $1,200 after taxes.
And the guinea pig could easily be the good part of $500.
Now such high prices are almost a disincentive and such high prices cancel out any medical advances have otherwise been made because if they are not accessible to the public, then these medical advances are a moot point.
I am going to look online for a Blue Cross for pets. However none exist that are Universally honoured by veterinarians across Canada. I would pay, $10, $20 every month for the few years that I have a pet in case something happens to the pet.

Next Tuesday, March 10, 2009

I am going to take this guinea pig to the SPCA to get her euthanized. They perform this service for free. I brought some animals there before.
I told someone, telling her that she is always always lying on one side, I fished out a boatload of waxy fungus that was in her ear, this morning. And to top it all off, she has developed quite a cataract in one eye. This lady, who knows about people who live on farms and about people who raise horses said, "That animal has outlived her natural life span. Bringing it to the SPCA is a good idea."

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Dream Saturday April 4th, 2009

Astral project to a friend's apartment. The floor in front of the apartment is a hill. Not a smooth hill. The floor juts structurally like an unfinished pyramid as a hill.

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Saturday, July 04, 2009

July 2009
Last night, I dreamed I was in a theatre. As I rushed past to leave the theatre, I ran past three RCMP cops.

One to the right of me was a man who was tall blond, then to the left of him, was a white lady.

To the left of me was an Oriental lady, they were all wearing dark navy blue jackets with RCMP stencilled on it in bold yellow.
They were not after me, they were after another tall white guy, which they soon held, and if I can recall, they were questioning him, punching him in the stomach.

I ask myself, were the RCMP there because of my OBE or because of my Animal Farm cartoon?

George Orwell was a Police Officer at one time, and Animal Farm certainly contains a lot of covert Police codes and references that only the Police would know about. George Orwell could not help it, we all involuntarily inject certain subtle influences which past jobs have had on us.

So were they there because of my OBE or because of the Animal Farm cartoon?

Interpretation: The events in this world, added to the events you have witnessed in the dream world, influence and colour what you will see in the dreams to come. Come to think of it, the events in this world added to the events that you have seen and experienced in the dream world, those two things put together, influence what you will see in this World as well!

Indeed, I once had a dream where a ghost woman, or what else was she? A ghost woman was walking across the street, and before she walked, she shook up and down a bottle of juice, to agitate it.
When I was dishes, I spray detergent into a pool of warm water in the sink, then as per that dream, I use my hand to agitate the water, and as if I were in the right track, lots of bubbles emerge. That influences how I would wash dishes and that is better, better than it would have been had I not done that.

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A Sad Announcement Dawson Creek Co-Op Mall

2009-02-10T12:21:00.003-08:00

A Sad Announcement

There is still a chance to save the Co-Op. On Saturday, February 14th, at the George Dawson Inn, there will be a forum for anyone who is interested in seeing the Co-Op stay open.

http://www.vimeo.com/3166784

The original version.

http://www.vimeo.com/3167816

Dawson Creek Co-Op

After 82 years, the Co-Op Mall in Dawson Creek is closing down. The final day is April the 6th, so there is still time to stock up on your favourites. There is still the Co-Op gas bar, and the newer Co-Op hardware complex is still open. The Dawson Creek version of the Co-Op opened in the 1920s. In theory, the Co-Op has been in operation and cooperation since the 1920s, but in reality these C0-Ops are an extension of the agrarian bartering cooperatives that have been in existence since the Medieval times.

http://74.125.95.132/search?q=cache:iI8UhmFqjpcJ:web.uvic.ca/bcics/research/pdf/situatingCoops/dawsoncoopunion.pdf+co+op+mall+dawson+creek+bc&hl=en&ct=clnk&cd=8

Some very close and dear friends of mine work at the Co-Op especially my friend ****** who gave me this camera which made it possible to make this documentary. I have known her for a long time. This store sells vacuum packed Romaine lettuce. This really makes a difference in pristine freshness and quality. On Saturday, February 14, from 1pm to 4pm, there is a forum at the George Dawson Inn. Anyone who is interested in saving the Co-Op should go there. Co-Ops are an integral part of any basic archetypal farming community just like silos are an integral part of any barn. It could be that it is the powerful, albeit mostly benign forces that be of this town who have reached an in-house, in-camera, war room consensus that the Co-Op should be closed and orders have been enacted from above. In that case, then if things could be expected to turn out like things usually turn out in this small town, everything will be OK<=

This is the other Co-Op store. The aforementioned newer Co-Op hardware store. The Co-Op stores started in Saskatchewan where the headquarters is, and is across Canada.

Paul Blart Mall Cop. Paul Blart Mall Co-Op.

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Downtown Dawson Creek Christmas Day 2008

2008-12-27T10:53:00.000-08:00

I was at downtown Dawson Creek on Christmas Day. Sure enough, there were just about no cars parked on the streets. It seemed like a dream, in fact, one where I astral projected to where I recognized was Dawson Creek. The wide street was remembered in the dream, and featured here, in photorealism. The pictures are self explanatory including one of the author.

Dean Noble, The Director of Noble Films

The musical slideshow of this photographic presentation.

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The Dean Noble Zone Christmas Special 2008

2008-11-18T20:40:00.000-08:00

The Dean Noble Zone Christmas Special 2008

This year, I thought that I would share a Christmas memory.

On Christmas Eve 1993, I was living in the inner city of Vancouver. It usually never snows, but that day, on the 24th, it snowed. It was at 10:30 at night and I was walking through a snowdrift through Stanley Park in Vancouver like Bono walking through the snow in that U2 video. That is one of my Christmas memories.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Dean Noble

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Dean Noble Zone Remembrance Day Special 2008

2008-11-05T10:01:00.000-08:00

The Dean Noble Zone Remembrance Day Special

IN FLANDERS FIELDS

In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, Canadian soldier

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Calvin Kruk Mayor of Dawson Creek

2008-10-21T11:23:00.001-07:00

The Honourable Mayor Calvin Kruk of Dawson Creek died on Sunday, October 19th, 2008.

He was a great man. I met him and talked to him a few times. In the words of the immortal bard:

""Full fathom five thy father lies
Of his bones are coral made
Those pearls that were his eyes
Nothing of him doth fade"

Shakespeare's The Tempest Act 1 Scene 2

Photograph: The driver of this '57 Chevy is none other than the Mayor of Dawson Creek, The Honourable Mayor Calvin Kruk. Dawson Creek Fall Fair parade 2006.
photograph copyright Dean Noble

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Dawson Creek Auto Show Summer Cruise 2008

2008-07-13T13:20:00.001-07:00

The Dawson Creek Auto Show; Summer Cruise 2008

The weather was hot and there was not a cloud in the sky for this year's 2008 Dawson Creek Auto Show. I was not planning on snapping any photos, but I saw that so many other people were doing that.

I don't know much about cars and don't know that I will ever own one in my life. I regard them as overpriced not only in terms of cost, but also unwanted social spinoffs from that, involvements with the Police associated with car ownership that a pedestrian would not have to worry about, and also possibility of car accidents.

However, a couple of my favourites are, the Mercedes Sports car, The 2002 BMW roadster and also the 1955 Chevy Bel Air.

cows and horses

2008-06-16T15:23:00.000-07:00

Cows and Horses

Local scenery. Peace River Valley.

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Friday July 25, 2008

A few days ago, I had a dream where I was on an old ship. I remember walking down some stairs and looked back seeing the wood beam framed hallway and the green painted walls. Vivid HD quality. At the time, I thought, this is a vivid one, and I am right in the middle of it againe. I am dreaming!

I looked out a window and saw a wall that would be the pier, and the water just below the ship was moving up and down. "We are near the coast of Ireland." I heard the ship officer in the hallway behind me say.

I then teleported to a movie theatre I moved to sit down in one of the seats, moving a purse strap aside that was resting on a pillow before I sat down. Thin blue seats made of interwoven felt on a thin plastic frame.

Then I sensed the man sitting to the left of me was Russian. For some reason, I said, "Paseba." He seemed pleased that I knew this word and so did, I sensed some of those sitting around me. On the screen was a movie about some Southeast Asians sitting together huddled in a hut.

Interpretation: Why am I speaking Russian?

The dreams where I am merely observing and not speaking to anyone is one thing. There are four kinds of this aspect of dreams:

a) Dreams where you are merely observing

b) Dreams in which you speak to someone.

c) Dreams in which someone says something to you.

D) Dreams in which there is a two way conversation.

When I write about my dreams, as usual, it always comes back to bite me in the ass, in a good way. When I write about the dreams in which I am an observer or only speaking to someone that is one thing.
But it seems whenever I write about a dream where someone speaks to me, and if it is in any way, creepy, then the next day, I see RCMP squad cars or else Natives or else, just about anyone in fact, I know enough about the nonverbal language of the Universe that these are spiritual protectors.
When someone talks to me in a dream, and it is in some way, tense, gritty, like someone saying to me, "Say something in Cantonese." and I answer, "Hui say." or else when someone saying to me, "Say something in Russian." and I answer "Paseba."

This dimension needs the structure of planets. The 5th Dimension does not. Planets and gravity are coefficients of the same dimensional condition exclusive in this 3D one. This dimension is a jigsaw puzzle put together, but can also be looked at, examined as a conventional exactly cut jigsaw puzzle pieces and the pieces can all fit together in one way. That is the linear time structure of this dimension. Solid, non holographic. The four sides of a jigsaw puzzle piece in this dimension are individual and need an exact and selective other piece.
The next dimension is a jigsaw puzzle put together but can be looked at with all the pieces fitting together an unlimited way because a jigsaw puzzle piece has four sides and in the next dimension all four sides are the same and can be interchanged interfitted with any of the other pieces in any way.
Gravity = planets. Planets = gravity.

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Chinese Imperial Dream

A couple of months ago, I had this dream, and on the day after I had the Cambodian dream.

First, the Cambodian dream.

I am digging through the front yard of a house. "Living here is like life in the trenches." The Cambodian leader is there. He gives me a head start and then tells his people to fire on me.

I run down the highway, downhill down a winding road and I twist and turn like a motorcycle.

Then I see myself running down the highway carrying a Thai flag.

As I run, I look to my left. Someone else, whom the Cambodians fired upon and did not miss is at the side of the road, skis and a skipoles.

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Chinese Imperial Dream

Then the day after, I see two Chinese ministers in silk. I thank them for some reason and they say, "Why are you thanking us when we are giving you a head start!"

Some soldiers appeared.

They were wearing Darth Vader shaped helmets.

Even from this distance, I could see the rivets on the individual rectangular plates of their uniform.

Then they brought out arrows and fired on me as I was running away from them.

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Tuesday August 26, 2008

Dream British Royal Family.

I was in an alley. I was told that the British Royal Family were around.

Then I ran into Prince Harry. He was about 12, red hair, face a little bit fat like a cherub, tiny freckles, the vivid spiky red hair. I told him I was into making movies and he said that the movies I make are a good thing for England.

I was then told that the Queen was in the front yard. I ran to the front yard.

I saw a lime green Dussenberg, or whatever those old longish kind of European cars were, the 1930s kinds.

I looked to my right and saw a throng of people around a larger black, old fashioned European car. Then I saw the Queen. She was approaching the car, her right profile to me. She had white hair, and she looked thin.
I once had a dream where I saw her 1950s style, from around the time of her Coronation, there was a white rectangle of reflected light on the bridge of her nose.

Then I looked again, there was a door and through the doorpane, I saw the Queen, small, thin and walking towards me, but although she never looked at me directly, I knew that she knew that I was there. In the vibe of this moment, she had an air about her that reminded of Queen Victoria. To the right of this is a waist high walled section, with tables, a garden party. Long tables spread towards me longtitudinally, throngs of people, at one of the tables, I see Camilla Parker Bowles.

Then at the archway where I saw the lime green car, there is a Priest in a White Robe who says that this time and this area is for the Royals to worship first. The other people are to worship later. I go back into a room and look down on the floor.

Note: I am not bothering to draw every frame of the story of this dream. Just the most vivid parts.

Interpretation: In the dream world, you do not see people; you see the ghosts of people. When you see a big face, filling up half the field of vision, face very close, very large. Hello. It means that the ghost is right next to you!

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August 28 Friday, 2008

Dream: Walking West along Hastings, between Seymour and Homer, on the North side of the street along one of the stores, I see my friend Len. At least I think it is Len.

Teleport to the Sears Tower. Outside an outdoor alcove area, on Hastings, looking Southeast, there is a man next to a paint easel and picture. He turns around, turning left, faces me. I see that it is a heavyset man in his forties with pockmarks. He said that he was not Len.

Interpretation: After years of observing my dreams, there is a final sum that can be expressed emotionally. The dreams all together, have a total core emotional quotient. Anyone who is old or a shaman can tell you that. Just like this World, in the dream World, I am always recurring going to places, the 5th Dimensional nonsolid holographic translation of this 3 Dimensional World of solidity.
The 5th Dimensional version of the highway between Dawson Creek and Vancouver. I am often in Vancouver.
A curving street reminisent of Broadway between Rupert Street, Skeena Street and Boundary Ave.
A field trip on a small plane. A line up of students, me included about to board a small plane.
Soon it will be morning, I have to be in Dawson Creek again. How could I be in Vancouver again now? I have to remember to get my things, soon, it will be morning and I have to be in Dawson Creek again.
Why is the trip to from Vancouver to Dawson Creek so fast?
Here I am, I am dreaming again. To show this, I can fly again. I am good at flying.
Well, I have dreams with such dialogue recurringly.
The personality exists outside of time and space. A shy person, a person who shies away from things in this World, will also do so in the dream World. That is the things, for some reason, they decided to shy away from.

A traveller returns to his home town often in his dreams. Even if he hated his home town. He goes to that place as an icon, as an objective artifact, and as a subjective haunt. The events that happened before are forgotten, irrelevant, as Dr. Robert Monroe said, "The human condition is quickly shrugged off in the second state."
One goes to the 5th Dimensional template of that town, suspended in time and space in which anything can happen. New histories can be enacted and written on that space.

copyright: Dean Noble

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Dream: September 5, 2008.

I dreamed that I had just walked out of a small movie theatre. A regular sized one.

I walk down a hall. I see an usher. She lets me into a set of double door that open inward in the middle.

I walk in and then see the largest movie theatre I had ever seen. I mean I would have never come in here except for that usher. Large monolithic high backed chairs. A couple of people in the stands.

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September 30, 2005, I mean 2008

PM accused of plagiarism

PM Stephen Harper has been accused of plagiarism. No wonder he does not like to talk to the press.

Such an accusation is low rent and whoever accuses another person of plagiarism ought to have their head pounded on the sidewalk with a sledgehammer.

There is no such thing as an original thought. All thoughts are either emulations of things seen in nature or other art.

A person who accuses another person of plagiarism is usually because they are desperate and will scratch at anything in order to hurl mud at another person. The problem is, this kind of thing is insidious. What next, accuse a politician that he scratches himself when he wakes up in the morning?!

All The Presidents Men likes to talk about how the press is supposed to be sacrosanct and that the Press is a force that could level politicians. But clearly in this case when, of all people, a member of the press accuses a politician of plagiarism, it is a sign of the entropy of the press. The press' weak point, their blind spot is that they could become a victim of their own edifice. The bizarre byzantine bureaucratic workings of a full court press. When a member of the press accuses another person of plagiarism, that is just them grasping at straws, it is the unionized press goldbricking, featherbedding, to the point of inventing stories or making noccuous what was previously innocuous, that is plagiarizism which is a trumped up term for something everyone has done at one point in their life or other.

What can you say when a member of the Press accuses a politician of plagarism. Those who can't do, teach. Those who can't ever run for political office become members of the Press where the standards of scrutiny are considerably less than for that of a politician. Movie reviewers who never made any movies of their own who like to put down the movies of others. The Press has a problem when it starts to believe in its own infallibility. There's a term for shit like this: Yellow Journalism.

Well, in this case, consider the source.

www.myspace.com/drdrtfehytf

does not work for me today. I sign in, OK click on manage blog and it redirects me to the home page. This again, and again, and again. So I am posting this on my blog at Blogger.

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Dream: November 25th 2008, Wednesday between midnight and 6 am.

I go upstairs a couple of floors. In the hallway, looking into a bookstore. There are a pile of books. I see one of the piles has a black and white photo comic version of one of the Officers from before. Looks a little like a British Police Officer, sunglasses, a black and white checkers pattern. And the title of one of the piles of books is 'The Drew the 60's another one is 'The Drew the 70's'.

Interpretation: Nancy Drew. The word Drew has a mystical and important meaning in Police circles.

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Dream November 27th

Walking in Vancouver. 'Vancouver is beautiful. It reminds me of England!'

My cousin Tom drops me off somewhere in Vancouver in a taxi.

I walk up hill, up an alley. I go to the backdoor of a Victorian style wooden family house, common in Vancouver. I look for my friend, Bill Murray, the actor who is there, young, 40s, navy blue sweater, dark hair, Stripes era Bill Murray. Next to him is a beautiful country girl with sandy blonde hair and wearing a plaid, white hunting shirt. I say, 'You are with a girl, I will visit you next time.'

Walking downstairs I sense that a third woman, the mother has entered the room with Bill Murray and the country girl, sitting on a couch watching TV. Dark, night, the splashy light of the television illuminating their faces. The woman is upset that I was there. What was that guy doing here? Let's get him.

I think to escape. There is a square opening to the left. Next to that is another square opening, a counter. I grab a wire whisk just in case there is a fight. But I sense that they can not find me.

I look back. The room has no ceiling. Just above the ceiling line is a 40's fat, bald, but with ruddy red hair at the sides, shining at the edges, a classic ghost and I have seen hundreds. He holds up a half guitar, half gun and aims it to the side, cocks it. They still can not find me.

Note: Today, when I wrote this, after, someone sent me a message on facebook. This person looks pretty much exactly like the ghost. Red hair, bald.

I walk down the hill deciding that Vancouver is a city that is just filled with vile assholes and why do I keep wandering back to the astral version of Vancouver in my dreams and I will be glad when I get back to Dawson Creek.

From the Shining: The Shining lets you see many things. A lot of things have happened in this hotel over the years, Danny, and not all of it was good. Remember the things that you see are just shadows. They can not hurt you.

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Photos Saturday May 3rd, 2008

2008-05-04T23:16:00.000-07:00

Photos Saturday May 3rd 2008.

I used the built in zoom lens on my camera. I had the camera for nearly two years and only discovered the built in zoom lens last week.

Airport tower.

Horses.

The veterinarians who looked after my morning star.

Farm machine.

The town of Pouce Coupe.

These pictures are of course jpegs which can be clicked onto to reveal a much larger picture. These pictures of Pouce Coupe were snapped with a zoom lens.

All photos on this blog copyright Dean Noble.

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Comedy At 17,000 Feet

2008-04-26T14:27:00.000-07:00

Comedy At 17,000 Feet.

On board a Canadian Airlines flight to the Philippines, the plane ran into a bit of mild turbulence. Pockets of air emerged through the slipstream. The pilots on this flight were all inexperienced. The most experience pilot had less than three years of flying with a major commercial airline.

In times of trouble, a QRH or Quick Reference Handbook is referred to as much as a Priest would refer to a Bible. In fact, it was often referred to as "the Bible" amongst airline pilots so much was it relied upon.

On this occasion, the co-pilot asked the pilot for the QRH as the pilot was more experienced than the co-pilot and would know where these things are.

After nearly fifteen minutes of searching, the pilot said, "It's back at the airport. Uh, I have to admit that I took it into the public washroom at the airport and was reading it while I was taking a shit and left it on top of the toilet tank. We just took off from the airport less than an hour ago. I will call the control tower and they will call Airport Operations and the book should still be there. Wait, let me call them."

Minutes later, the pilot was talking into a phone. "I'm not sure which stall it was. I think it was the second or third one, but check them all."

A minute later, the pilot looking extremely somber, hung up the phone and looked at his cabin crew all sitting there in the cockpit and said, "The QRH is not in the washrooms. Someone must have walked off with it."

Dean Noble
Dawson Creek, BC
April 26, 2008

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The screenplay:

George Bernard Shaw wrote his plays this way and this works also for a movie screenplay. My favourite GBS line is from Arms and the Man.

"You can always tell an old soldier by the inside of
his holsters and cartridge boxes. The young ones carry pistols
and cartridges; the old ones, grub."

-George Bernard Shaw, Arms and the Man, Scene I

I have some possible actors lined up

Wes - An African guy who lives at the Alaska Hotel. Appeared briefly in DAWSON CREEK episode 4.

Bob Portman - At one point, owned a $1,500 computer with a video editing system.

Dean Noble - Yours truly.

Deanne - The female presence in my upcoming movies where one is required.

possible actors:

Bobby - Has not been seen around here for months. Was studying a helicopter mechanic course at the local community college.

Kenny - Son of a previous colleague. Good guy. Very witty.

Chris - Good guy. Lived in Vancouver for a few weeks last year in the downtown Eastside. Now safely back in Dawson Creek.

Norm - A tall Native guy. Good person for portraying the role of Native, or protector, or tough guy.

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Comedy At 17,000 Feet

screenplay

Scene: Airplane cockpit. Boeing 747. Three chairs. The front left is the pilot's chair, Dean Noble, veteran YouTube actor will be the pilot. The front right chair is the copilot 1. Whoever the actor will be. The back right chair will be the copilot 2.

Dean Noble, pilot: Ladies and Gentleman, this is your captain speaking. We seem to be experiencing some mild turbulence but sit tight. We should be through this momentarily. Meanwhile stay seated, put on your seatbelts and the stewardesses will be on hand to offer any assistance. Thank you for flying Air Canada.

Narrator, Dean Noble: - The Quick Reference Handbook or QRH is so often used by pilots during any crisis during flight that it is referred to as "The Bible".

Dean Noble, pilot: To copilot: Get me the QRH.

They search, while the pilot only furtively puts on a pretense of searching.

A few minutes later.

Copilot 1: Any luck? Have you found it?

Copilot 2: No luck.

Dean Noble, pilot: You can stop searching. It's back at the airport. Uh, I have to admit that I was reading it while I was having a shit in the public washrooms just before the flight. I'll call Tower and they will call Airport Operations.

A five second shot of the tower at an Airport.

Scene: Outside the washrooms at the Greyhound Bus station which is supposed to represent an airport washroom. One of the actors will be holding a cell phone. AS he goes into the washroom to look for the book, he says.

Airport Operations staff worker: "Yeah, OK, I will have a look."

Scene: A quick shot of the airport operations staff worker flipping open the washroom stall doors.

Scene: Back at the cockpit.

Dean Noble, pilot: Looking shocked and somber. "It isn't there. Someone must have walked off with it."

Scene: A shot of the cabin crew looking shocked, somber and disgusted.

Scene: A shot of the Airport Operations staff worker looking up the sky, thinking about the airplane, looking somber and disgusted.

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2008-04-15T08:54:00.000-07:00

I thought what the heck, I would shave today. Nobody cares.

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New Films

2008-04-06T23:11:00.000-07:00

New Films

These are my latest movies. In fact, pretty much about all of them.

Snowy Climes

I decided to move this video here on this account for technical reasons.

Dawson Creek

A parody of the television show Dawson's Creek. Filmed on location in Dawson Creek, British Columbia, Canada.

Additional Credits:

Soundtrack:

Paula Cole - I Don't Wanna Wait

Phil Collins and Philip Bailey - Easy Lover

Ray Parker Jr - You Can't Change That

DAWSON CREEK episode 2

Episode 2 of a three part mini-series.

DAWSON CREEK episode 3

The last episode of a three part miniseries.

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