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Nord Holland – Fürstenberg – Clones – Snatch Team – Dream – 12-11-2025

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Here is this morning’s dream. Like many others it comes out of the blue.

The dream opens with me looking at a map of Noord-Holland, with a bit of Friesland and Zwolle. In the dream I hear Nord Holland but the map has the entire area including the islands of to the north and the large inlet. It is a warm sunny day in a small village or town. I am following discreet tidy signs to the “Bahnhof” or train station. I don’t know why but the word looks out of context for the Dutch environment. I follow the signs into a very small quaint train station and board a tiny local train. I need to get to Fuhrstenberg or Fürstenberg. The train will take me into a much large nodal communication hub.

I am sat on a bench in the train and at the next large stop am joined by Anita and two Japanese men in black salary man suits. They have been to an academic conference nearby. There is a lot of technology and high tech industry in the area. She is pleased to see me and I her. We talk briefly about the conference she has been to and that I am travelling to Fürstenberg. I do not know the way yet but am sure that I can figure it out at the major Haupt-Bahnhof. I alight at the big station and they continue on to the airport.

When I arrive I get off at the train station concours. It is European. It is heaving with commuters at rush hour. I look at various schematic train line maps and am none the wiser. There is an information centre with computer terminals. The signage is in roman script  and Japanese. I stand at a computer terminal next to a Japanese man and show him how to change the language options. I enter Furstenberg in the search engine and it shows a simple two stage train journey to get there. I will have to make one change and wait there a little then I will get to my destination. It will be a few hours.

I go up to the ticket barriers and note just how very crowded they are. I have purchased the on-going tickets for my journey. I look up to the station clock and can see from the hands that I have some time to wait before departure. I decide to go into a cafeteria. I sit at an old-school sixties US diner table with my coffee and a newspaper. It has bum-sticker plastic chairs and a red Formica top. There is a metallic edge protector all around. I am joined by a man in a light blue sixties style “Mormon” suit with thin lapels. He is wearing winkle picker shoes. He also has a newspaper. We look up and catch each other’s gaze. He is like a young George Peppard with very blue piercing eyes. The eyes are startling. He has immaculate blonde hair. On his lapel I can see a pin badge with what looks like a Renault diamond motif and a vertical bar going through the diamond. {Post hoc query masonic?} It is at most one centimetre in size. Having caught eyes we return to our newspapers.

He then speaks. He reaches over and pins a similar badge to my lapel. He says that it is a tracker jammer and that it should buy us a little time. He gestures down to the watch on my right wrist. It is a metallic watch with a metallic strap, the type that I would never buy, very Del-boy. He asks where I got this. I say that it was a gift. He says that they are using it to track me. Now the signal has stopped they will arrive in person. I note an Indian looking woman on a nearby table is working with “George”.

A team of people come in the cafeteria door and head towards us. Among the team are two young men with albino like colouration who are twins. I think them to be clones. There is another one identical in the team. They are a snatch team. The twins come to try to grab hold of me. I grab the head of each in my arms in a headlock. I have one clone under each arm. I lift them up, raising my elbows so that I am holding them by their heads. I have their full weight in the crook  of my arms. I can feel their necks snap. “George” lets off a flash-bang distraction grenade and the Indian woman heads towards a fire door hotly pursued by the other clone. She manages to open the door and is followed through by the clone who she fights off. She jumps onto the back of a hood down old-style Mercedes convertible and is joined by the clone. They wrestle there as the car speeds off.

There is mayhem in the cafeteria. I stand in the open fire door and watch as there is a kerfuffle involving “George” and the snatch team. I take the wristwatch off and throw it into a bin.  

As I come to I think “Oh shit not yet another spy dream. That is what you get for watching the first episode of Killing Eve!”.

The dream ends.

Slapdash or Thorough?

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With human nature being as it is if you offer someone an apparently low risk “quick” shortcut to just about any situation, they will take it in preference over a risky more long term perhaps considered path. In movies this shortcut mentality often leads people into dire situations which might have been avoided. In wanting the easy out they can fuck up and badly so. People avoid effort and application and can find themselves up the proverbial creek in a barbed wire canoe.

This tendency could be easily exploited. I know this well.

Most people bodge, cut corners and have a hasty slapdash mentality. Patience is as rare as a full refreshing fresh water lagoon on the Nullarbor plain in dry season. People like band aid fixes, an Elastoplast quick answer. One that gets a “problem” off the desk at least for the time being. Better still if they can palm the “problem” off onto someone else, make it an SEP. The greasy buck never stops.

The problem is that shoddy and slapdash can create more problems than it solves.

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Today I have been cleaning out the sewerage drains to the cess pit. They have been problematic since we arrived. They are designed for old-school high cistern tsunami-flush systems not modern eco-cistern flushes. I tend to have to clean about twice a year and my plumber’s rods have paid for themselves in saved money many times over.

We could call it “Zen and the Art of Cleaning out the Shitter”.

The idea being that it is a job that needs done before my bionic hip.

Because my motion is increasingly spastic I could not perform one of the fiddly tasks to  get a rod around a partial U-bend. I tried and had to ask the wife to help. There was a choice to do a partial clean and maintenance or do a thorough job. She was able to do the fiddly bit and I was able to finish a thorough job. The rods, now washed, are drying on the drive.

I was less Zen today because of the awkwardness of my body and the pain in my hips.

Similarly the ceiling in the lounge could use another coat of paint at one end. We could leave it or I could do it tomorrow. The temptation to let standards drop is stronger because of my incapacity. We have already made a few compromises. They are realistic.  Time is running out a little.

I would like to have all the “heavy” tasks out of the way before they slice me up. I don’t know how incapacitated I will be nor for how long. There are some things that only I can do.

People can mistake being slapdash as being clever or cunning. Cleverness is not the same as wisdom which prefers a more thorough approach.

Wisdom can appear to take more time in the short term, but in the integral over all events, thoroughness is often a saver of time.

Slapdash people never get to see the experimental data which backs us this postulate {above}. They are hasty and prejudiced. They KNOW they are right.

For the Avoidance of Doubt

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It is possible that people can overinterpret things and see meanings which are not there. They may imagine personal messages which do not exist.  

This blog is discursive {at best} and exploratory. It is often quasi-stream of consciousness. It is not intended as any form of guidance or teaching. There are ramblings etc.

I have a lot of time on my hands…

If you are imagining that I am in some way providing you a steer, a lead or any such thing then you had better consult a psychology professional or better still call the mothership. Maybe it is time that you were beamed back on board?

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I am a retired person living on below the fulltime EU minimum wage and my time is allocated to gardening, DIY, cooking and watching TV. On occasion we go for a walk up on the coast. That is the physical plane reality. I rarely meditate these days because I no longer need to.

I am hopefully due a hip replacement operation soon and that is as far as my ambitions go. It is not very complicated.

If you are imagining anything more grandiose you might not be well grounded.

I am not seeking anything…I will struggle with more than any fleeting contact with people “off compound”. I am unlikely to leave the department before end of summer next year.

That is all…

Rugby – Nonplussed – Dream 11-11-2025

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This dream was the first in which a general feeling of being nonplussed or bewildered occurred. I also note that I forgot to take my middle of the night pain relief. Which too is unusual.

The dream opens on a rugby playing field not dissimilar to London Welsh training ground at Old Deer Park. I am part of an English speaking rugby team playing a match against a French team. It is a friendly and of a social rugby nature, not high calibre or intensity. In the dream I am able to run. We are all quite muddy because the pitch is wet and is cutting up. We are in the French half and after a rolling forwards move I go over for a try near the corner. Someone kicks the conversion.

It comes time for the French to kick off. Everyone stands around waiting. The French team are not really organising themselves for a kick chase nor is our team getting ready to receive. People are standing around aimlessly, lacking in direction. For some reason the game has spontaneously come to an end. People are very nonplussed as to what is happening and why. There is a sense of mild bewilderment that this inertia has stopped play. People mill around not knowing what to do. Everyone is kind of shrugging their shoulders confused as to what has happened, what is happening.

Slowly we diffuse off the field and into the changing rooms. The match is incomplete. There is a sense we will meet in the clubhouse afterwards to debrief. Something which was currently “in play” has come to a confusing and unexpected end. The feeling of nonplussed pervades.

The dream ends..

Abnormal – discard all anomalous records

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I found these instructions on line:

Delete Specific Anomaly

You can delete individual anomalies using one of two methods:

1. Delete Directly

Step 1: Click on Archived from the navigation bar in the Anomalies section to view all archived anomalies.

Step 2: Locate the anomaly that you want to delete and click on the Delete icon located on the right side of the anomaly.

Step 3: A confirmation modal window will appear, click on the Delete button to permanently remove the anomaly from the system.

2. Delete via Action Menu

Step 1: Click on the archived anomaly from the list of archived anomalies that you want to delete.

Step 2: You will be directed to the anomaly details page. Click on the Settings icon located at the top right corner of the page and select “Delete” from the dropdown menu.

Step 3: A confirmation modal window will appear, click on the Delete button to permanently remove the anomaly from the system.

After clicking on the Delete button, your anomaly is successfully deleted and a confirmation message appears on the screen.

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In “A” level science exams candidates are given a data set for which they can be asked to find the mean and standard deviation. Sometimes those data sets contain an anomalous point. Candidates are encouraged to discard or discount this datum point from fitted {by eye} lines of best fit and out of statistical analysis. They can be asked to justify why they discarded the anomalous data point.

From an early age the anomalous is suspect and can be discounted when it is convenient so to do.

Without being dramatic or upset about it I find it ok to speculate that I am abnormal. One could even go so far as to call me an anomalous being. As such it is entirely justifiable to ignore and otherwise discount anything I might say or do.

I am not glamoured by my abnormality nor do I find it a turn on. I am simply not normal. No biggie. No drama. I am not special either.

Life goes on just fine there is no need to take me into account. Even if one did it would not sway the average or normal much at all.

I am comfortable with this detached analytical thinking. There is no supposed to or should.

One of the things that I have pretty much stopped doing is “reaching out” to others. Experimentally this causes a lot less hoo-ha and drama. I don’t like to cause people problems so by not impinging on their lives or otherwise inflicting myself I limit any harm I might do. I am less harmful. I cause no perturbation.

The good thing about a blog is that if you don’t like it, it only takes a click of a mouse to leave. If someone arrives by accident they can leave intentionally PDQ.  Any accidental perturbation is largely remedied in an instant. If people want to have a look-see they can, there is no pay wall, no fee and I am not tarting for anything.

If people want to read my ramblings that is up to them…

I’ll make a comment here. Modern psychology and psychiatry would very likely medicate and or section under the mental health act many of the figures in religion, the very pillars thereof. The visionary basis of “religious” experience might be diagnosed as an illness or a syndrome. Someone could win a prize and have it named after them.

It too would be abnormal though history has suggested {with hindsight} that it has also been significant even in a socio-political sense.

Normal is not always best…

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Number 32 – Real Life – Dream 09-11-2025

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Here is this morning’s dream. It pertains, perhaps, to a situation we have been mulling over in “real” life. We have been looking into a “where” for the needed downsize of accommodation. In a sense we have been waiting for some guidance from dreams.

The dream opens in a corridor of very large building filled with flats, apartments. We are on a mid to upper floor with grey hard wearing carpet. In front of us is a white painted panelled wooden door with a round knob handle at waist height. It is modern. On it are the numbers 3 and 2, 32. It is flat 32. I approach the door and push it gently. It opens and we go inside. The flat is modern and painted mostly white. There is a mirror and small table in the hall, together with a coat stand. We explore and see a good sized lounge, a kitchen, a dining room with small balcony which looks out over the red-brick exterior of the building and grounds. The building is like Royal Holloway founder’s building only with more floors.

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As we are exploring we hear a key in the lock and in walk a younger couple. The woman is tall, similar to Amy from “The Big Bang Theory” her partner is smaller and skinny like a cyclist. She is in charge. They are unsurprised to see us as the apartment is having viewings in order to sell it. They ask us what we think. We say that it is nice but need to understand the building better.

The woman says that they are thinking of moving near Cardiff for her job but that accommodation in Cardiff itself is a bit pricey. I explain that we have explored there to. The basic story is that if you go north of the M4 the price drops and if you go up into valleys it gets lower reflecting both the travel time and the neighbourhood. I say that I personally am quite keen on The Vale of Glamorgan. She says thank you for the pointers. They say that they don’t fit in here because of their age.They are too young. We leave the flat and go into the corridor.

In the dream I note that the number is 32 and know this to be a dark jewel one that I am unfamiliar with to the extent that I cannot recall what it is. I resolve to look it up on waking. I wonder in the dream {and now writing} why the dark jewel 32 {disharmony} is highlighted.

We exit the building and stand back in the grounds. It looks imposing like the Celtic Manor resort near Newport, though internally more complex as above.

We walk up towards the main entrance which is a staircase over a moat like structure and enter the main atrium. It is high ceilinged and has reddish pub carpet and wood panelling. In the back we can see a canteen come restaurant operating. We can smell food. It has a flavour of school dinners / Oxford college catering. There are “cloches” over some of the plates. We go up to inspect the menu / price list. The food is all “English” and I note bland. It is reasonably priced.

We explore a little further and come upon another large space in which there is a meeting to one side. The wife sits down to listen in. It is a “University of the Third Age” type presentation. The audience is all our age or older. They are more expensively dressed than us and largely English.

I go to sit in a bar like area with sofas and tables. There are several “posh old bird” women there with drinks and dogs. The smell of intense perfume pervades. A female lurcher dog comes to explore me and sits with her paws on my foot and her head just above my lap. She is wanting attention. She has decided on me. She sits immobile.

To one side there is a “hunting – country” woman with a fluffy Lassie long haired collie. She comments that I have made a friend. She is being flirty with me. She gets up and her friend who owns the lurcher joins her. They head off to the lifts. It takes some coercion with dog treats to get the lurcher to leave me.

Exploring further we come upon a residents action group where a bunch of people, residents of the building, are up in arms about something. We see that the social life of the building is very active and lively. There are piss ups and dances.

We go to the activities notice board and see that you can get self-drive boats to go down the river to the weir and back. Ther are fishing rights in the river which flows under the moat. It is all a bit “Thursday Murder Club”.

The flat was nice enough.

The dream ends and I remain largely puzzled as why 32 should make an appearance. On writing I do not personally feel any sense of disharmony with our life and our surroundings.

He be up yon Wurzel tree…

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Stalker’s Rule

5th aspect

“Whenever faced with impossible odds, a warrior opens himself up to the world around him by allowing his mind to become occupied with the little details of life.”

Dreamer’s addendum.

“That way he can interpret the waking dream all around him.”              

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It stands to reason that if you prefer to hide in the shadows in order to get some “advantage” over another being you are a creature of the dark. You are not a being of light. Tenebris. Darkness, these have imbued you and to an extent rule you. You have become like the eponymous vampire afraid of day light, afraid of being open, truthful and honest. You fear the dawn. You are forever seeking your next salacious feed. You may think you are being cunning and clever but the darkness has advised you thus. The darkness has his salesman’s foot across your threshold and has the door to your heart and soul jammed ajar. You have debased yourself. You are a pervy voyeur, a sneaky peeker, a surreptitious coward snivelling around afraid of honesty and openness. You belong in Mordor with its acrid sulphur.

Because of anthropomorphic climate change the moles have been gadding about. The little buggers have been busy with the warm weather. As one of my last pre-operative  gardening stints I have been out laying mole traps. Since I started trapping moles about five years ago I have learned much. I have a mental map of all the “old” galleries and can tell if a new mole hill is an end of tunnel pile up or a nodal crossroads with a fair degree of accuracy. If you are laying traps it is absolutely imperative that you use gloves upon which there is no human scent. The smell can be on the inside. A drop of human sweat renders a trap ineffective until it is cleaned and allowed to develop an earthy aroma. I have 21 traps, 21 jewels, all of which are now set in my land, my world. I have several 3 way nodes and one 4 way node trapped. Usually I wait one week. You can sometimes smell above ground before unearthing the trap if it has been successful. This particularly so in summer. So if the little buggers do continue to ferret around in the darkness they may find the jaws of a trap closing upon their nosey noses. There is no obvious way for a mole to know where my traps are. They are just looking for salacious juicy worms to chew upon. All they care about is worms and filling their bellies.

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And I´ll be happy to see
Those nice young men
In their clean white coats..

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