Chinese Stu In Beverly Hills

I went searching my phone for this dream. I had this dream before the giraffe one. I was going to post it but after the other dream, that one won the thumb war and got posted first. Since I enjoy sharing my dreams with you all, I will share this as well. Be ready. It’s just as mind-boggling as the others.

I sipped on coffee. I wasn’t sure where I was. I thought I was in Beverly Hills. I was sure of it. But my dream let me know the truth. A man spoke. It may have been the voice of God. From how loud it was and how much it carried through the land, it had to be him. The message I received from above was,

This sure as Hell isn’t Beverly Hills.

Would God swear like that? With the announcement from above I was told that I was not in Beverly Hills. I never did find out where I was. I sat at Starbucks. I am using Starbucks because I was drinking coffee and I was at a coffee establishment. I could use Caribou but they aren’t as hit and cool as Starbucks. Still no idea where I was but whereever it was, I was enjoying that hot coffee. The server walks over to me. She is all spiffy looking. Dressed for success she was. She pours me more coffee and asks me,

Do you miss the old gal, Ginger?

Who the eff is Ginger? Like the movie star on Gilligan’s Island? I don’t know a Ginger. I know a ginger. Not a person named Ginger but a person with red hair. They are gingers. They are soulless. I was ginger once.* That was a while ago. I am blond again and my soul is well intact. The bad think about this Ginger gal is, she meant something to me. Was she a girlfriend? A girl I may be wooing over? Whatever the case may be, I pissed off the server.

Yes, I do miss _______.

I left the name blank because I mentioned another name that wasn’t Ginger. Mentioning this name really pissed off the server. How odd is that? I am in a sort of love triangle in my dream but in real life I cringe when someone touches me (private and/or non-private area).

I am whisked away to meet up with the villain in my dream. The villain is named Stu, He was a chinese man. I don’t know any chinese people named Stu. I don’t think I even know a Stu. Actually, I did.

Stu used to sell this really sharp knives at grocery stores around the area. he would make a big show about it. It’s understandable. He’s selling the knives and he needs to go all Barnum & Bailey on the onlookers to sell them a piece of crap knife. He would get on the intercom and scream about being excited, the size of the crowd, and how he couldn’t give the knives to kids but can give them to all the grown ups. That was Stu. He had  a dog too. The dog liked chicken.

So the Chinese Stu in my dream was the bad guy. I remember him wearing all white. Another well-dressed person in my dream. My dreams are amazing. Everyone is dressed for success. Stu pulls out a gun and fires.


Stu shoots me four times. People around me cringe. They shout out,

If you and him speak four times, you should be dead.

What the hell does that mean? Why would I be dead if we talk four times but him shooting me has zero effect on me. It makes no sense. But I’ve said it many times before, when do my dreams make sense?

As we continue fighting, chaos ensues and bombs drop from above. It’s war now. I am thinking to myself (in my dream) that I am in some Die Hard  movie. The only thing missing now is a bunch of broken glass and a pissed off German to replace the gun-blazing, Chinese guy.


That is the dream. That’s the only stuff I remember. Believe me. I wish I could have remembered more. I always write my dream down the moment I wake up from it. Wait any longer and the dream is nothing but a forgotten memory. Like today for instance. I had a dream about work. The only thing I recall is someone falling arm first into a fryer but not burning their arms. A customer wanted something and they were being rude about it. I know I was involved with it but don’t recall why or what happened after or before.

See? That is why it is important to always write down your dreams. I will do what I have been doing. I am going to list a few things that stuck out from the dream. We’ll see if they match up and if they can mean anything.

  • coffee shop
  • coffee
  • chinese ma
  • gun
  • getting shot
  • the number four
  • ginger
  • bombs


 Coffee Shop: To dream that you are at a coffee shop indicates that it is time to catch up with old friends. It is symbolic of social gatherings and merriment.

Coffee: To dream that you are drinking or need your coffee suggests that you need to gain some insight and knowledge before making a decision or tackling some project/relationship. You may be acting too hasty and need to slow down. Alternatively, it may imply a need for you to change your routine.

Chinese man (Stu): To see an Asian person in your dream represents an aspect of your own self that is unknown to you. 

Gun: To see a gun in your dream represents aggression, anger, and potential danger. You could be on the defensive about something. Or you may be dealing with issues of passiveness/aggressiveness and authority/dependence. Alternatively, a gun is a symbol of power and pride. Perhaps you are looking for shelter or protection in your dream. 

Getting Shot: To dream that someone is shooting you with a gun suggests that you are experiencing some confrontation in your waking life. You feel victimized in a situation or that you are being targeted.

The Number Four: Four denotes stability, physical limitations, hard labor and earthly things, as in the four corners of the earth or the four elements (earth, wind, fire and water). It also stands for materialistic matters and how you get things done. In Asian cultures, the number four is a metaphor for death.

Ginger (I am using the spice ginger for this): To see ginger in your dream indicates security and comfort in your life. However, you need to add a little more excitement and variety to you life.

What if I checked up the meaning behind the name, Ginger? Ginger (according to means, ‘spring-like’ and ‘flourishing’. What about, Stu? I looked him up too and his name means, Guardian of the house.

 To see a bomb in your dream indicates that you are going through a potentially explosive situation in your waking life. The bomb could represent repressed desires and unexpressed emotions that are on the verge of exploding or bursting if not dealt with soon. I did not see the bombs but did hear the explosions. Hearing explosions, indicates that something is about to be exposed or come into consciousness. 

The Asian part of the dream is strange. I underlined the part of ‘the number four’ for you. It explains what it means in Asian culture. Understand, that I was shot my an Asian man in my dream. There is plenty above to tinker with see if you can come up with something. I am leaving it up to you to decipher this dream. Before you get all deep into the meaning of this dream, I should refer back to the part where I mentioned about gingers. I dyed my hair red before. Could that have anything to do with the dream and the name Ginger and the hostess getting upset?

Thanks for reading this dream! Leave a response about what you think it means.

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