South Korea – Quantum Perimeter – Dream 13-03-2026

Here is this morning’s dream the subject matter of which is out of the blue.

The dream opens on a bright sunny morning in a campus like estate with mid-rise modern buildings. It is “Singapore” clean and tidy. Many young people are milling around. They are smartly dressed and of mostly of East Asian appearance. The place is alive and buzzing. There is a sense of hurry and of purpose. From the signage and the writing thereupon I can tell that we are in South Korea at a hybrid university – business – technology campus of which Samsung is a major part. The logo is present but not dominant. The young people are well dressed and there is a sense of going to work. I have been invited there.

I notice that there is a lack of coffee shops and other outlets at ground level in the architect designed garden spaces. In the distance I can see a small kiosk come shop attached to the corner of one of the low rise buildings. I make my way there. For some reason I want to buy some cigarettes {I have not smoked in quite a while}. Looking through the window I cannot at first see any Marlboro Gold. I go inside the shop and ask if they have any Marlboro Gold. The man serving is an Asian man of a similar age to me. He is balding and has slightly unruly hair. He says in accent less {to me} English that he thinks he has some somewhere. I check my wallet and only have a limited amount of local currency. He finds some Marlboro Gold and brings them over to the counter. He gets the card payment machine and I make a payment using my dark blue French bank card. He then hands me the change, which is in the form of five gold coins, two of these are about four centimetres in diameter and three of these are about six centimetres. They fall on the counter in the form of the Olympic rings logo. The hue of the golden coins is slightly reddish like Welsh gold. This he says is the change and he hands me a packet of Marlboro Gold which contains fifty cigarettes. He says that these are all he has left, packets of fifty, and that they are especially for me. The coins morph into chocolate biscuits enclosed in a golden foil wrapper. I am able to eat the gold / golden covered biscuits if I want. I note again that there are five of them. I take out a velvet old school drawstring pouch-purse and pop the coins in. I pull the drawstring to and slip the bag in my pocket. I pick up the cigarettes and leave. There is a tremendous sense of confraternity with the man in the shop. We have known each other and do recognise each other. We bid farewell.

I am now upstairs at some trade delegation put on by the Korean government – university – incubator committee. It is top-notch with servers in traditional Korean costume. The buffet to one side is gourmet and presented with a marked attention to detail. There are a lot of “suits” there and the organisers are encouraging networking and deal making. I start having a conversation with a local big cheese and his wife. I am commenting that I find the spoken Korean language quite easy on the ear. It has a nice sound to it. In the dream I realise that I am actually talking Korean which the woman in particular finds very funny. She hides her mouth with her hand to chuckle. We return to English speaking. She wants to know if my wife is OK with the idea of moving to South Korea. I say that we have not discussed it yet but that the Korean woman can meet with her if she would like. There is a sense that they work to ensure the whole family is on board.

The scene changes and I am walking along a corridor in a low rise research institute. It has ceiling to floor glass windows and looks out onto the campus. The corridor leads to a  café come hang-out space. I am walking and talking with a man in a white coat who is some kind of prof / scientist. We are in the “Quantum Perimeter Institute” which is a specially funded new initiative here in South Korea. I know that in the basement there are a number of very high specification laser laboratories. To the side of the building is a purpose built refrigeration / cryogenic plant. It is high specification and can handle huge loads. We are talking about a theoretician, a recently recruited quantum specialist. The professor is suggesting that I work with him. I can add the experimental know how to his ideas.

In the dream I know that I am at the Quantum Perimeter Institute because of my left field and unorthodox thinking about some of the esoteric implications adjunct to quantum science.

We continue to walk down the corridor towards the smell of coffee.

The dream ends.

Forbearance – Engine Rebuild – Dream 12-03-2026

Here is this morning’s dream the day after the visit to the orthopaedic surgeon. The date is also noted.

The dream opens with a close up view of a professional metal ruler the divisions of which have been precisely inlaid. The ruler is rounded at one end with a hanging hole and right angle flat at the other. The markings have been both cut into the ruler and are inked in black. It is a thing of beauty and precision.  It smacks of engineering. The rule is a twelve inch ruler. With the twelve being the end of the hanging hole. I can see the rest of the numbers but the dream specifically zooms in to the twelve. I know that twelve is the jewel of forbearance and corresponds to the tarot “le pendu”. In the dream I hear that I must be very careful about what I may or may not get myself into. If I do get myself into to anything I must measure accurately my way in and accurately a way out. It is by way of a warning about getting into unnecessary things. I must exercise forbearance and measure.

I am now in a shed or garage. Up on a table is an engine. It is bigger than normal car engines and I sense that it is high performance. I am looking at the engine and note a cut-away in the top through which I can get my hands and an engineering endoscope. Only I can see into the engine. I place my hand into the fibre optic endoscope illuminated interior. I can touch a thin cream-white 1cm thick woven tape which runs from one side of the compartment to the other. It is near the rocker valves. Every time I touch the tape and press it lightly against the engine manifold I hear faint music. It sound likes harps and harpsichords, early Bach. I play a little starting and stopping the music. I ask the others in the workshop if they can hear the beautiful music. They cannot. They are unaware of the subtle sound. They do not know that sound is a key marker of a good working engine. The others in the workshop have given up on the engine and it is only me who can repair it and get it purring again. In the dream I am unsure as to whether the engine refers to me or something much wider. I look down at my hands and despite the engine being oily they have remained clean. I once again press down on the tape at the phrase aeolian harp springs to mind. I sense tides and flow.

The dream returns to the precision metal ruler and a subsequent image of le pendu..

The dream ends

Retreat Centre – Misogi – Dream 06-03-2026

Here is this morning’s dream had during the best night’s sleep for a long while.

The dream opens with me arriving outside a low slung two storey building at a bend in a river which is at the end of a long non tarmac drive.  The building abuts a farm which leads off up the hill. The scenery is lush green and I know this to be North Wales not far from Llangollen. I put down my two light suitcases and open the door to go in. Somehow the property is mine.

The idea is to run it as a retreat centre. I go through to check out the catering kitchens. They are in order. Various people arrive and we meet in an upstairs room which overlooks the stair way. It is a kind of hang-out space. People are all a bit hyped and coming up with ideas as to how to run the centre, use the space. They are talking a lot. I say that if they want to they can run it but without me. If I am to do it, it will be done my way and my way alone. L is there and her husband is in their bedroom. The wife is there and she is unpacking in ours. I leave the stairwell and go outside.

At the corner of the building where there is a small brook crossing the property largely under the cover of some big slates there is a bamboo half barrel / bucket. It has a wrought iron band painted in an enamel black paint. I have set up the water barrel so that it is continually refreshed from the mountain stream. Attached to the wall is a bamboo ladle, with a long bamboo handle. It is there for people to practise misogi or purification. The water which they pour over themselves will drain though the slates and into the brook. There is a small bamboo slatted bench for people to sit upon. It is not me who needs purification.

I go back into the building and people gather in the kitchen. I explain that the farmer has a number of cabins for accommodation on his farm. Guests at the retreat centre can stay there. Again people try to “brainstorm” ideas as to how the retreat centre will work and its curriculum. Because L is there I know it will have a strong dreaming element. She says that I must not be too rigid. I agree but say that there must also be strict discipline and it will include some martial arts style rigour. People are too soft. The “debate” continues and I remind them that I am not overly interested in what they “think” it should be. They may have ideas which differ. People are trying to tell me what to do. I am unimpressed.

The dream ends.

Charitable Foundation – Prince Willian Catherine and Harry Dream 05-03-2026

Here is this morning’s dream. The subject matter is entirely out of the blue.

The dream starts in the back of a very large limousine car. The seating is arranged like the back of black London cab. I am sat with my back to the driver and Prince William, Catherine and Harry are sat on a broad back seat facing the driver. The seats are made of a luxurious light cream leather and the vehicle is painted black. There is a privacy screen between the back seat and the chauffeur. We are driving around London towards Buckingham palace.

William, Catherine and I are discussing a charitable foundation for which I am the lead advisor and they are the lead patron-trustees. It is set up that they own a large part of the not for profit shares and I too have a small personal interest. The idea behind the charity is cross faith interdenominational. It seeks to break down prejudices and to be inclusive yet challenging. We are discussing how to finalise the articles of association and where the royal patronage seal should be on the “marketing” blurbs. Catherine in particular wants to take a very proactive role with William being more ceremonial. The are treating me like clergy.  I am entirely comfortable in their presence and they with me. They are animated and William is demonstrating a good dry piss taking sense of humour. We have pretty much concluded our discussions and Catherine takes charge of the document portfolio which she says she will have checked.

Harry, a post Meghan Harry, is back in London. He has a folder for his own charitable idea. It is to do with prisoner rehabilitation. He shows me a folder in which there are a number of files of hardcore mean violent criminals. He is debating what to do. He gives it to me. I say that why don’t we go visit them in prison and have a chat with them. He says that he thinks it needs more thinking. I say to Harry that I am entirely confident that if I were to meet these criminals I could fit in and easily strike up a rapport with them. The time is now. Harry procrastinates. I say to Harry that sometimes things don’t need to be too glossy and polished, they can be gritty and real. Harry thinks about it. He says that OK he will talk to the prison governor and he will observe my interactions with the inmates. We can decide how to formulate the charity then. Harry is unconvinced that I can get rapport with the prisoners, where as I know that I can. I am burly “beaten up” and can easily find the wavelength upon which to communicate. I give Harry back the file. I say to Harry, “carpe diem”.

William looks at Catherine and smiles. They are both glad that Harry now has something to do…

The dream ends….