Provided that you can maintain an awareness of what is a dream and what is so-called day to day reality, dreaming does not provide a problem for the dreamer. I read somewhere that Aboriginals, when talking, ask if the conversation is about day, THE dreamtime or the dreaming. The dreaming being the present participle of, in the act, dreamtime. Things on the cusp, which may or may not fully make it through. To an experienced dreamer there is no problem but for those obsessed with bullet point factual assimilation such a poorly defined state lacking concrete is uncomfortable. Wishy washy at best. As a young child my neighbours were Australian Aboriginals possible post massacre descendants of the Kalkadoon. I was, if you like, exposed to the dreamtime at an impressionable age.
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I am aware that there is a non-vanishing possibility that I am under surveillance via that blog. If you are going to talk about quantum telepathy, entangled photon pairs etc. It is not surprising that a security based keyword search may flag up content. Having a quantum optics patent granted may tickle the antenna of those keeping an eye on quantum security. My secret life as a gardener / estate manager has another incarnation, a different character. I was once, unless badly deluded, a “kosher” scientist for a while. Of course it could have been my imagination, though there is an ID card with a picture that looks like me on it.
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In the previous post / dream I mentioned an uncle. A trajectory into the military once existed for me. All of my paternal bloodline had military. I was easily accepted into reserve force officer training for the Royal Marine Commandos in London. I fancied the SBS…in true Mitty fashion. I was very fit and training in martial arts. It would have helped to pay my student bar bills. I was a fond of weed and not boot polish. So that did not last long. Still, I am occasionally mistaken for military. I applied for a job at Porton Down and have been to RSRE Malvern.
Why I am getting the Secretary for Defence and the MI6 head is a bit of a mystery. I shall ask Toyah what she thinks. If anything real materialised it would out do Le Carré. I shall keep my eyes open for black US Jeep SUVs, men in old style Macintoshes and the equivalent. They would stick out here. The lack of straw in the mouth would be a big give away.
It could get me in deep shit…I would rate it as pretty darned unlikely.
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Dreamyoga 