Category: “Security” Themed

Eng – Viking – Fibre Optic Microscope – Chairman Mao – US Security Check Dream – 26-03-2026

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Here is last night’s dreaming sequence. It is a hotch-potch and has no obvious explanation.

The dream opens in a Scandinavian wood. A large man with a deep dark ginger beard wearing a kilt is stood over a huge tree stump.  His chest is bare and his skin is white and hairless. He has tanned and big, freckled forearms. His name is Eng and he is one of the last masters of an ancient Danish martial art of Viking origin.

I greet Eng. I am wearing my usual combat trousers and am barefoot. I too am shirtless. We do some arm wrestling on the tree stump and Eng shows me some grappling moves as we lark about outside his cabin. We pick us some towels and dry off.

We go inside to his lab-workshop. On an optical table is a prototype we are working on it is a novel form of three dimensional imaging microscopy. It is based around an unclad optical fibre which uses the evanescent field to image. The idea is to switch polarisation states of the probe laser in the fibre core. By switching between fibre modes and polarisation we can modulate the external field penetration depth. Any light “outside” the fibre will get absorbed. This is measured as light return optical loss. After the short duration laser pulse has gone the fibre collects any fluorescence. This is a new imaging modality and with data processing offers a way of imaging in vivo tissue. We are trialling it on plants and intend it for brain tissue imaging. It is a way to get accurate chemical and biological data in Alzheimer patients. It is not simply structural. Because the fibre is very narrow diameter it can be inserted directly into living brain tissue without causing too much injury.

The scene changes and Eng and I are now at some research lab. It is an agricultural research lab where new techniques for farming are being developed. Today we are having a visit from  Chairman Mao. He has a deep interest in plant biology and is eager to see our institute and our new results. Mao arrives in a motorcade and is ushered into our lab. We show him around the greenhouse and then get him to look down the binocular eyepiece at images inside a plant stem with water and cells floating by. We project the images up onto a screen and everyone can see the flow of liquid along a living plant stem in real time and with very high optical resolution. Cells are visible.

The scene changes and I am in a car park. I am being stopped by two American security services men in black suits. They ask me what I have in the boot of my car. I say that I have a metal phial of element mass 258. They know I am joking. They get me to open the boot of my car. I show them the black high tech “briefcase” there. It opens to reveal a projector, a lap top, a USB memory stick, some documentation and a giveaway DVD information pack. They thumb through the documentation. It looks OK to them. I say that what is on the DVD is what I submitted to security vetting a week back. I am not going to get technical in the presentation because of the patent situation. The interaction is jocular with the security guys. They wave me on.

The dream ends….

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Mass number 258 corresponds to a transuranic element; Mendelevium has an isotope at this mass as do others.

“Mendelevium is a synthetic chemical element; it has symbol Md (formerly Mv) and atomic number 101. A metallic radioactive transuranium element in the actinide series, it is the first element by atomic number that currently cannot be produced in macroscopic quantities by neutron bombardment of lighter elements. It is the thirteenth actinide, the ninth transuranic element, and the first transfermium; it is named after Dmitri Mendeleev, the father of the periodic table.”

Catamaran – Laugharne – Brown Dog – Kangaroo – Closed Door Dream 20-03-2026

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Here is last night’s dream it seems to point at a change in the direction of the wind.

The dream opens abord a small catamaran sailing vessel equipped with an outboard motor. The main hull would accommodate maybe four people sleeping. It is well looked after, all ship shape and Bristol fashion. The tarpaulins out to the rider sub-hulls are deep blue and stretched taught. We are moving under motor into a small marina where there are leisure craft of varying size and expense. It is a bright sunny day  and we are pulling in under the guidance of one of the port team who has come abord to pilot. She is dressed in smart “sailing” fashion and has long chestnut brown hair which is shiny.  She is young. As we approach the pontoon I jump off and tie off. The pilot leaves us and waves. The wife disembarks. We are working our way along the South Wales coast to Carmarthen and Laugharne. We have now been cleared to use the port by the harbour captain. We make our way along the pontoons towards the town. We are met by a chocolate brown athletic labrador retriever, thinner than your normal labrador and very enthusiastic. I know she is called Holly.

The scene changes and we are again entering the same port. The weather is less sunny. As we disembark and go towards town we see Holly waiting for us. She has been in the water and is dripping wet. Something has happened to Holly she does not look quite so well and vibrant. She is nevertheless enthusiastic in her greeting. I must get something out of the water. I throw in a fishing hand line and pull out a metre long thin eel like fish. It is very unusual like a Chinese dragon with long whiskers and a beard. It is not a dragon; it is a fish. I hold it up in my right hand and it curls itself around my arm. It is like a loosely coiled spring. Crossing between pontoons I can see a small “red” kangaroo. It is hopping on one leg the left one and holding the other one over its shoulder with its arms. I can see multiple surgery stiches along the inside length of the leg and up into the groin. The kangaroo seems completely unbothered by carrying its leg. We proceed into town. We know that this port is only a stepping stone as we are heading towards Carmarthen and Laugharne, maybe even further into Pembrokeshire.

The scene changes and we are in a car approaching a city centre car park. As we get nearer the way is partially blocked by a very large old style Range Rover. It won’t let us into the the lane for the main car park entrance. I note a smaller lane for the car park ground floor. I squeeze the right hand drive UK car past the Range Rover. When we approach the barrier I get out and press a red “stop-like” button which protrudes. An attendant comes out and gives me a key on the end of a yellow stretchy coiled lanyard. The lanyard has the consistency of electric cable but is stretchy and spring-like. The lanyard is about 50 cm long. I go to the control panel for then barrier and open it with the key. I put the key in my pocket. The barrier rises and we enter the car park. The barrier closes behind us. The Range Rover driver watches mildly pissed off.

We get out of the car and try to leave the car park via the ground floor Ladies toilets. Outside the cubicles there are two men, they are security services types. I go to try the door where I know the door to be. The door is locked shut and has been wall-papered over. I cannot find the handle nor the lock. I know that the door is there behind the wall paper which the security men have covered it with. They find it very funny that I cannot open the door. I look to the side of the door to the normal toilet entrance door which appears also to be locked. I see the vague outline of a door in the wall and press upon it with my fingers and the secret door swings open directly into a main corridor of a swish shopping mall. We go through the door and it closes behind us.

In the dream I think that closed doors always simplify things.

The dream ends…

Five German Women – Secret Compartment – Dream 16-03-2026

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Here is this morning’s dream which is odd both for its subject content and the way the dream unfolded. It felt odd.

The dream opens on an inland beach. It is next to a large fresh water lake surrounded by woodland and verdant countryside. It is clearly summer. People are boating on and swimming in the lake. There is a smell of barbecues in the air. The wife and I are sat in deck chairs a little back from the beach in partial shade. Nearby is a group of five women. They are dressed in expensive bikini like swimwear, with expensive designer sunglasses and by the side of their chairs are expensive bags. They are five powerful women on a break together, a girls’ weekend. They are high maintenance and used to getting their way. They emanate a very European vibe. I can hear that they are speaking high German and comment upon this to the wife. The women are late thirties / early forties. One of them hears what I said and asks me in German if I understand what they have been saying. I respond that I can understand a very small amount of German and that this improves quickly with exposure. She says that she thinks I have a slight accent. I explain that I learned German in Bern many moons ago. She works out that we are British. The gang comes over and makes a big fuss, now in English, of the wife and I. They say that they don’t often get Brits at this lake. They are very sociable and welcoming. I can tell that they are highly skilled in people skills and are consummate professionals in some field or other. They are slick. It is a bit odd being professionally fussed over as if we were somehow “important”. It seems incongruent with my self-perception. “What is going on?”, I ask myself.

The dream changes and I am now in an isolated lodge or house also in the middle of a forest {wald}. In the grate there is a wood fire and the mantelpiece is large and carved out of wood. It is a bit Hansel and Gretel, a Germanic or Bavarian forest house. I am with a man and a woman, both seemingly Germanic. The man is forces or ex-forces. He has a very military bearing and is athletic and lithe. The woman is dark haired and clearly the boss. We are anticipating an important visit. I go over to check the fireplace. One can swing the fire forward on a hinged mechanism to reveal a secret compartment behind the fire place. I do this. I look at the framing of the compartment and decide that I am too large to get past the “portal” into the compartment as it stands. My shoulders are too broad. The man and I remove some of the frame and at a push I can now get into the compartment which forms a core to the house and has entrances into the lounge where we are, the kitchen and the cellar. It has viewers behind ventilation grills to see into the room. I can fit in and out. I leave the compartment and swing the fire back into place. We are a bit apprehensive as to who might come and if the meeting might go ahead. I have stashed the necessary documentation in the secret compartment.

We get into a car and look for an alternative. We go to the train station and the man and I go to the ticket barrier to get me a ticket to Cardiff. The next train is not for several hours. The ticket schemes are ludicrously complex. In order to buy a ticket I have to show my French driver’s licence. The man chats to me about being Welsh and that we all share an orientation and a mindset. We buy a ticket and I go down onto the platform.

Instead of catching the next train I can wait for another one. So I cross the train tracks illegally on foot and hurdle a fence onto the road to get to the car where the woman and now the man are waiting. I open the door to the back seat and get in. I say that we should go back to the lodge to see what if anything transpires. We will check the fire hiding the compartment and view the approach roads through the wood. The moment we see any approach I will go into the compartment. The woman in particular is pleased that we are going to try this. Implicit is one more time. Both the man and the woman feel somehow familiar.

The dream ends.

Tremendous Mess – Shenanigans – Disbelief Dream 20-02-2026

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Here is last night’s dream. It follows on from yesterday. I have been unable to recall all the detail partially because I am not interested or inclined so to do. It is boring that this mess theme keeps coming back. I have made a note.

I am in a large old style house which has been converted into flats. I am in a flat which has a passing similarity to the one I had in Brixton. James is there with me in the kitchen and we are talking about his huge mess. There is a ring on the doorbell and Ashley is there with Camilla, they have been on a date despite the fact that Ashley is still married. They want to come in. It is raining very heavily outside. Everyone except me is highly emotional, charged.

I want to know why they have been on a date and it has to do with mess, the tremendous mess they caused concerning me. I say that I am not interested. I want to know why they thought they needed to tell me.

It gets a bit sketchy here. Then.

Ashley starts moving around the flat demonstrating that everything I have is second hand and does not really work well. He tries the gas cooker and the lighting function takes ages to work. He says that I am poor and that he cannot understand why that should be the case because I founded a technology company and raised a lot of money. It should not be like this. It does not make sense to him it is not fair in his eyes. I say that it is what it is.

I note that Camilla is in fact quite drunk. She has been in shenanigans with Ashley somehow. People have been inquiring about my past and that is why James has also cropped up. I know that they have both driven to my flat in their respective Mercedes cars. I tell Ashley that he must drive her home and I come back in with the steering wheel from Camilla’s car with the Mercedes logo on which I have removed. He argues. So I head butt him and he falls to the ground. I say that he needs to be real and to take responsibility.

He gets up and continues to find fault with my poor circumstance. He is being derogatory and negative. In the end they go off in his car. They then return and Ashley makes a dramatic entrance through the French windows. He makes an entrance through the net curtains against the heavy rain backdrop. He says that he has been talking with Susan S. who is also a party to this tremendous and far reaching mess. I can sense Susan through him. I can see her.

I say that it is late and that he had better take Camilla home and then drop James off at his flat which is just off the South circular. I say that I am bored with all the drama and that not everything has to make sense…

As I awake I think. “oh shit, not yet another dream with somebody else’s mess in!!”

King Charles – Blaise Metreweli – Dream Snippet 17-12-2025

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This from around 6 AM on a night when I manged to stay in bed until 8AM!! Possibly my best night’s sleep since before the operation.

The dream starts in a palatial dressing room area. He is sat at what can be described as a dressing table. In front of him is an ornate “triptych” of mirrors. He is looking into the mirrors. The reflection in the mirror is of a younger Charles. The one sat on a posh stool is one the age he is now. The Charles in the mirror is saying “great, now I get to be king” he is excited and enthusiastic. The older Charles is thinking, “oh shit, bugger, I have actually got to be king!” He adjusts his cufflinks. He is pensive. He turns and stands up.

Later he is met by Camilla and she takes his elbow. Again he fidgets with his cufflink on his left shirtsleeve. Later on he is joined by William and Kate who are dressed up with blue sashes. It is evening and they all have a gig to go to.

The scene changes and it is another day. Charles is walking along a carpeted corridor with a tall woman who is Blaise Metreweli. From their interaction I can tell that they have met before and are increasingly on familiar grounds. She is giving him his weekly update. He jokes that when an M dies and new M is always born. They both find this mildly amusing. Charles likes to walk and talk and she is comfortable with this. The corridor has a tall window at one end and a carpet which is in a wide strip but which does not reach the walls. There is wooden floor between the carpet and the ornate walls. The carpet is of a reddish hue. They are both walking away from the low morning winter light from the window and casting a shadow in front of them. Charles is listening with full attention. You can almost hear him listening. It is a special skill of his. It is clear that the relationship between king and MI6 is not as simple as it might first seem. It is more nuanced and impactful.

The dream ends.

I wonder where did that come from. It has touched upon something other than the face value which I cannot as yet put into words.

Post Anaesthesia – Insomnia – UK Shenanigans – US Security Services Dream 02-12-2025

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Still struggling to get a decent night’s seep. I am on a protocol of Zopiclone and 500/30 paracetamol codeine before bed. I have long been aware that my per kilogram body mass ability to handle alcohol and cannabis was at the higher end of the spectrum. I can still function when others might not. The attempts to sleep might be hindered by a state of “vigilance” and I am building up a psychological conditioning in which I do not want to try to go to bed. This is not healthy. In the “pharmacy” there are a number of synthetic and non-synthetic “narcotics” which I might use. At the moment the dosage is minimal, a maximum of 60mg codeine a night. This sleeping is clearly the thing I want to ameliorate now.

The morning’s dreams are in two segments. The first I would characterise as very boring and very old hat. Yawn.

The scene opens in UK research council offices. People known to me from the late eighties, the nineties and early two thousands. The people are exclusively London and South East based are conspiring amongst themselves about me. They, whilst pretending to be my friends, are undermining me and otherwise plotting and whispering amongst themselves. They have a fear of being found out and exposed. They are stuck and badly so. At the time they thought that the plotting was clever even cunning. They are now less convinced of this and far less amused by it. They are worried. In the dream they imagine they can interact with me in the same way as they once did. They are arrogant and complacent. They have no idea of the extent to which I have changed. In the dream I am bored that the same old shit is again being presented. I know that what they may deem important is ultra petty and trivial to me.

I awake it is around 6 AM. I have a loo break going back to bed assuming that I will not sleep.

The wife and I are walking through an airport. We have already cleared customs and border check. It is a huge airport in America. {Query Denver} There are shops and food concessions on either side. The wife pops into a shop. I continue along the corridor and a tall woman in dark navy cop like uniform stops me. She has immaculately ironed grey trousers and a paramilitary shirt. She is armed and has her long black hair in a tight pony-tail. She addresses me by name, “Dr Taylor can we have a word with you in private?”

“Yes, what about my wife?”

“My colleague will look after her. You are not being detained, we would just like a word.”

She ushers us off through an identity pass on lanyard secure door and into what looks like a high technology operations room. She ushers me down the corridor into a glass walled cubicle / office. All the while she is chatting with me in an accomplished and highly skilled manner. She is a pleasure to be with. She has a mild west coast accent and is very high functioning. I can tell that they are taking multiple images of me and she asks if I would mind giving a blood sample. I have nothing to hide.

I say that she is not what she at first seems to be and is probably secret service. She agrees that she is. I ask her if I can have a look at my file. She says that she cannot think of a reason why not and pulls up a chair her side of the desk. She shows me image after image of me reaching back decades. There are some from Tokyo some from Santa Clara and even some from Brittany France. I comment that they have been busy. She says with some pride that this is what they do. I ask her if there is anything else she wants to know. No. She looks at my passport and identity card, scans them. She gives me another card which is of US origin. It is for me to use, if needed, during our stay. It is high end official. If in doubt just show this card.

She then ushers me back to the main terminal where the wife is waiting. The wife asks and I say that US secret service have just taken a blood sample and have had me under surveillance for a very long time.

The dream ends and I gingerly role over onto my back. It is a little after 7 AM.

Disruptive Technology – Legal Threat – Entrepreneurship Dream – 29-11-2025

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Here is this morning’s dream had between 6.36 and 7.39 AM. I had changed my pain killer regime to co-codamol and managed to have the first half-decent night’s sleep since the hip operation a week ago. This seems totally out of the blue.

The dream opens in a steeply banked auditorium of a high end spa type posh conference centre. The room is filled with people for an open panel discussion quasi “Chatham House”. The participants are multinational and largely men. There is a mix of suits, entrepreneurs and scientists. The average age  is significantly lower than me, 30-40s. The conference centre is perched on a river valley wall some height up from the river. It is European possibly Scottish, mountainous or hilly. I know that the fishing in the river for salmon is good. On the screen at the front of the hall is a projection with the headline “Disruptive Technologies” and the tag line “Threats and Opportunities”.

I am sat to the back of the auditorium high up near the fire exit on the right hand side when viewing the screen. To the bottom left near the from there is a gaggle of people known to each other. One of them is surveying the audience and taking notes of who is attending. He catches my eye and I his. He does not recognise me and he turns to an older colleague. He too looks at me and they have a brief discussion. The older man recognises me.

As the session finishes the audience files out from the bottom left. A dark haired man with well parted hair comes up towards me. He is wearing a very expensive English tailored overcoat in wool or cashmere. It has black lapels. He is carrying a small leather wallet style brief case. He offers me his card in a posh clipped English accent. It is a small high class card with raised embossed name Lamour or Lamor written upon. In much smaller font is “& associates” together with a central London address. He belongs to a high-end high-net worth client legal practice. I am surprised as to why he has approached me. He says that “we noted you in the audience”. He goes on to inquire as to why I am there, what I am doing and what projects I have in the pipeline. I say that I do not know why I am there and that I have nothing whatsoever going on. He goes on to say that “we” will resist anything you try to do and put obstacles in the way. There is a sense of “establishment” possible government behind him. The “We” is English. I ask him if he is threatening me. He says that it is up to me how I view this but I could choose to view this in that way should I choose.

A bit flummoxed by this I decide to try to find out what is going on. I leave the hotel and note a small incubator business office space perched upon a bridge over the river. I arrange a rent free loan of an office and go down under the bridge. I meet As. I say to him that I need to show him something. Under the bridge and among  the renovation is an old public urinal. I say to As that this is where my grandfather (Harry) told me that he had won the lottery. We go back to rental office. News has gotten around the incubator that I have “rented” office space. The incubator is affiliated to a local university. They ask if they can announce my arrival in their weekly magazine / gazette. I say that I would rather not be public and playing along with the context I say that I would prefer to be submarine for the time being. The facilities manager comes in. She says that they may experience some external pressure. I say that I have already noted an alternate supply of energy and water. I take her down to the under bridge toilet and say that I can tap water and electricity from there. I show her the urinal and say that this is where my grandfather told me he had won the lottery. Despite my asking I can see that my arrival has been leaked in the online gazette.

As is keen to get started and I say first we need a “Photonics Buyer’s Guide” and a  rundown of the latest VC photonics deals. We try to source these and place them on the shelves in the office. I decide to do a background search on the legal firm “Lamour” my guess is that there will be little available. It is a word of mouth kind of outfit.

I am back in an hotel room with the facilities manager and As. Our hotel is more like a hiking bunkhouse and we are all in sleeping bags on one “shelf”. The facilities manger comes over for a hug and then goes back to her bag. As does too and we hug bare chest to bare chest. He draws strength and comfort and says that whatever it is I need him to do he will do it. He is glad to have found me again. He goes back to his sleeping bag and the light in the room fades.

I think to myself that was weird. “Why would a bunch of posh suits be interested in what I am doing?”

The dream ends.

Footnote : the geezer in the overcoat has some similarity to Marc Rubio.

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.