Retreat Centre – Misogi – Dream 06-03-2026

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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

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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….

The Self-diagnosed Omniscient

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I like this term self-diagnosed omniscient because not only does it sound good but it also has wide applicability. The number of people proclaiming their omniscience from soap boxes on the internet is increasing rapidly.

There are a number of logical implications:

It is impossible to teach or otherwise advise meaningfully anyone who is a self-diagnosed omniscient.

It follows that some of these diagnoses must at best be premature if not wholly inaccurate.

The number of the self-diagnosed omniscient over estimates the true omniscient population at large. The frequency of occurrence of self-diagnosis is high. One suspects that true omniscience is much rarer than that which is self-diagnosed.

What do you reckon?

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Over the years many people have told me what I am thinking according to them. They have speculated and perhaps gossiped about my motivations. Without exception {almost} nobody has checked their speculations and deep omniscient insight into me, with me. Many have felt that they need to offer me the benefit of their extensive, comprehensive and profound wisdom. Clearly they have noted a gaping vacuum in my knowledge which I myself have been totally unaware of. I have been fortunate to have free access to very many willing vocal and erudite teachers, just waiting to teach me, to learn me. I must have a special personal magnetism for opinions which at a magic high field strength draws these out of others in an irresistible way.

I have said this before:

I have never appointed a spokesperson or any kind of port-parole. If anyone, without exception, is claiming to speak on my behalf or have insight into my thinking, they are a liar and a charlatan. I have never asked anyone to speak on my behalf and if anyone claims to be doing this they are a lying bastard. If anyone claims to know where I am coming from they are a deluded lunatic.

Boys will be boys; they will gather round the campfire and make shit up. After a while they may even believe it…

Quack quack…

Blimey guv’nor its Pete Tong

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From time to time one can get the feeling that a miscommunication has taken place and guess that this is because of the host of assumptions made by others. As a consequence Pete Tong will soon be at the decks.

Imagine a conversation between two people.

If only one of them thinks miscommunication has taken place can they both be correct?

It is quite common for people to get the wrong end of the stick but be convinced otherwise.

I have had a recent instance where someone stated something and then put a chain of action in place without checking if it is what I want to do. They have assumed that I want such a thing, that I will be compliant. They did not ask me nor check. They just went ahead.

There have been a number of disconnects in communication between me and French people. There is an anticipation of a kind of response from me which when it does not arrive is difficult for them to assimilate {it seems to me}. If someone makes a statement I do not feel the urge to correct them. I am not in the habit of discussing things with which I do not agree. I do not need to be right. I tend to note the statement and my interaction can stop there.

This kind of miscommunication thing is quite common when group-think imagines an individual aligned to group-think because everybody else is. It also a common happenstance for the type of people one can recognise as “clever Trevor”. Because they self-perceive as wise they imagine others to be fully on board. Rarely do they check. They imagine that one is one of the ducks in a row when in fact one is a mongoose. Because they like ducks and are accustomed to them, they imagine that everyone is a duck.

I am not known for quacking though I might be crackers, a crackpot and otherwise a lunatic…

I hear Pete Tong making his way to the stage…

13th Dalai Lama Mystery – Tutor – Dream 02-03-2026

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Here is this morning’s dream, not entirely surprising given what I was researching yesterday.

The dream opens with me outside a market which in the dream I know to be Portobello Road. It looks more like Smithfield or the covered market in Rennes. The buildings are painted a light pastel olive green. I am to look for antiques and in particular a photograph of me personally with the 13th Dalai Lama at least one of which exists. I have a strong sense of the year 1890 which repeats and the sense is that I was alive in 1890.

I am then in some kind of mental rapport with the 13th and his image comes to my mind and fills the visual field. He is visually as he might be on a sepia photograph. He asks me if I remember the two photographs he gave me. One of them has him an adolescent teenager and the other as a man in a “raj” style English hat. He has written on them “to xxx” in a white “ink” on the front which I cannot see the content of. It is my name. There is some message to me on the back. They are by way of fond mementos. He repeats “the two photos I gave you”. There is a fondness and a closeness in our interaction.

He then reminds me that quite recently I acted as a tutor for a Younghusband whom I tried to teach AS level physics. He reminds me of the school he went to and thinks it funny that I was a tutor to a Younghusband…It is a kind of a shared joke.

He says that there are messages for me to find and a mystery to solve.

The dream ends.

On writing I note the numerology of 1890 and think maybe I might look at the Younghusband family tree.

“The British expedition to Tibet, also known as the Younghusband expedition, began in December 1903 and lasted until September 1904. The expedition was effectively a temporary invasion by British Indian Armed Forces under the auspices of the Tibet Frontier Commission, whose purported mission was to establish diplomatic relations and resolve the dispute over the border between Tibet and Sikkim.”