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

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.

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.

Boscombe Down – Rocks – Café -Airport Dream 08-01-2024

This dream was between 2 and 4 AM.

I am with my wife we are walking up a grassy ridge overlooking a wooded slope on one side and a grassy slope the other. We are at/on explicitly Boscombe Down. The weather is warm and sunny. She is behind me and she has her right hand holding the belt of my trousers in the middle of my back. I am helping her with the incline. There is a sense of slight danger on the ridge which she feels more than me. We summit and then descend a path to a visitor centre. As we pass through the courtyard a man who works for the National Trust asks us where we are from.

I say that we are currently from France but in reality, I am from all sorts of different places starting with, in this lifetime, Cardiff. I then reel off the list of places I have lived including Bristle {with west country accent}, The Isa, Kabwe and Gravesend. He thanks us and we pass through heading to a village.

As we walk down hill we pass a wooded cliff face. From this rocks start to fall onto the bitumen road. They fall all around us but none of them hit us. We are unafraid.

We then get into town / village and there is a large café / coffee shop. We take a seat and the server comes over. We order half a large Americano each. She brings them to us and we drink them.

We notice that the café is actually a part of an airport.  We hear an announcement that our flight is boarding through gate D. We know that this is a small airport with only four gates. We head towards an up escalator and get on it.

Dream ends


MOD Boscombe Down (ICAO: EGDM) is the home of a military aircraft testing site, on the south-eastern outskirts of the town of Amesbury, Wiltshire, England. The site is managed by QinetiQ, the private defence company created as part of the breakup of the Defence Evaluation and Research Agency (DERA) in 2001 by the UK Ministry of Defence (MoD).

Amesbury is a town and civil parish in Wiltshire, England. It is known for the prehistoric monument of Stonehenge which is within the parish. The town is claimed to be the oldest occupied settlement in Great Britain, having been first settled around 8820 BC. The parish includes the hamlets of Ratfyn and West Amesbury, and part of Boscombe Down military airfield.

Worked up Cardiff Bus – Fox – London Bus Dream Sequence 15-08-2024

This dream sequence is unusual because I had a “real” world encounter with a fox in the middle.

The dream starts with me being on a double decker bus {Social Conditioning / awareness thereof}. I am in Cardiff and on the ground {grounded?} floor of the bus. The conductor comes by and asks me where I am going. I say Cardiff Queen Street {Implied Queen Street station – social conditioning}. He suggests that the bus {Social Conditioning} is heading in the wrong direction but I must nevertheless buy a ticket. He, using a very old fashioned ticket machine, rolls of a ~ one inch long old school pinkish paper bus ticket marked with a black ink. I reach into my pocket and get out my wallet. I pay him with an old green one pound note. {Money = crystallised power one = fluidity or the lack thereof not sure if the one is significant. The one pound note was withdrawn in 1988. The feeling is more of old and old fashioned. An old way of giving power away?}

Up ahead we can see Dewi Sant, St David’s Centre. It looks very modern. I know that I must get off the bus. {Social Conditioning} I must change direction away from the old.

The only real social conditioning I am interacting with aside from our own is social media – LinkedIn. My WordPress and Substack don’t as yet have much social interaction.

I awake and visit the loo. Nearby the loo is one of the doors to the house made of glass. The shutter is always partially down to avert bird strikes. Just the other side of the door is an adolescent fox who I know from trail cam is a regular visitor. He is less than a metre from my feet and he has not yet heard or seen me. Straight from the dream this is an odd sensation. I stand still for several seconds. The fox remains oblivious. I make a slight clicking sound in my mouth the fox hears me and disappears.

Fox is the dreaming symbol for cunning, rationality and or logic and denotes the need for these things

I go back to bed and fall asleep.

I am now on a driverless {Going nowhere? chaotic} red double decker {Social Conditioning / awareness thereof} bus in London. I am on the top deck. It is careering through the streets near Leicester Square. I am engaged in combat with a tall Chinese {I often associated Chinese with the old, too many kung fu movies} man who is trying to kill me. He has an accomplice. I fight {need for protection?} with the man and he eventually falls off the bus {Social Conditioning / awareness thereof} and his body folds at the hip such that his legs {Ability to let go or move forward in life} are at an unusual angle. The legs twang back into position. And he shakes his fist at me angrily as the bus drives off.

I climb down the outside of the bus and into the driver’s seat.  {Take control of the state of awareness.}

I know that I must meet some young {new} people at a square outside {a sense of open space, un cluttered}  the centre of London. In my mind’s eye I can see them travelling there. I drive the bus {Social Conditioning / awareness thereof} to a square with many trees and shade.

Dream ends.

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I was born in Cardiff.

I have not been there in well over two decades. I associate St David’s centre with opera concerts and buying last minute Christmas presents.

We did look into moving back to Cardiff or the Cardiff area.

Given the bus theme the dreams segments are probably linked.

Working idea is that the bus is LinkedIn

LinkedIn in not going where I want it to, I need to pay for the ride a little longer and then get off the bus and try a different direction.

Someone is angry at me on the bus and is having trouble letting go. It is a London bus. There is a lot of old for me in London.

In reality someone could be angry.

It is looking like the dreamer is advising that the time to leave LinkedIn is soon.

The old pound note {1981-1988} had a picture of the queen on it and in the example here a Caduceus. The flip side was Issac Newton. This would be the note that I used last.

There are no king Charles one pound notes.


The Last Ever £1 Note Issued by the Bank of England

The green Somerset £1 note (known as the Series D) — was the ‘last of its kind’ £1 note to circulate in the UK. Somerset was the Chief Cashier at the Bank of England at that time, and hence the banknote bears his signature. It is one of the Pictorial Series, referred to as such because notes in this series featured pictorial representations of famous British figures. This note bears the image of Sir Isaac Newton on the reverse and is the very banknote ever to do so. The prism on the table beside Newton refers to his work, “The New Theory of Lights and Colours” (1672) and “Optics” (1704). On the obverse of the note is the portrait of Queen Elizabeth II alongside the image of the caduceus and a cornucopia. This imagery beautifully links the obverse design to the theme of science established by the image of Newton.”

“Design features on this banknote include:

  1. An apple blossom tree symbolising Newton’s discovery of gravity.
  2. A reflecting telescope which was one of Newton’s inventions.
  3. A copy of Newton’s famous works ‘Principia’.
  4. Machine-engraved patterns of swirling orbits suggesting the theory of universal gravitation.
  5. A triangular cross-section prism which Newton used to understand optics.
  6. A caduceus which is the staff of Hermes, the Greek god of trade and finance.
  7. A cornucopia which is a symbol of plentiful supply.
  8. A particular feature of this note was that it has only one serial number”

From Wikipedia

Hermes is an Olympian deity in ancient Greek religion and mythology considered the herald of the gods. He is also widely considered the protector of human heralds, travellers, thieves, merchants, and orators. He is able to move quickly and freely between the worlds of the mortal and the divine aided by his winged sandals. Hermes plays the role of the psychopomp or “soul guide”—a conductor of souls into the afterlife.

In myth, Hermes functions as the emissary and messenger of the gods and is often presented as the son of Zeus and Maia, the Pleiad. He is regarded as “the divine trickster” about which the Homeric Hymn to Hermes offers the most well-known account.

Hermes’ attributes and symbols include the herma, the rooster, the tortoise, satchel or pouch, talaria (winged sandals), and winged helmet or simple petasos, as well as the palm tree, goat, the number four, several kinds of fish, and incense. However, his main symbol is the caduceus, a winged staff intertwined with two snakes copulating and carvings of the other gods.

In Roman mythology and religion many of Hermes’ characteristics belong to Mercury, a name derived from the Latin merx, meaning “merchandise,” and the origin of the words “merchant” and “commerce.”

Cardiff Bus – Fox – London Bus Dream Sequence 15-08-2024

This dream sequence is unusual because I had a “real” world encounter with a fox in the middle.

The dream starts with me being on a double decker bus. I am in Cardiff and on the ground floor of the bus. The conductor comes by and asks me where I am going. I say Cardiff Queen Street. He suggests that the bus is heading in the wrong direction but I must nevertheless buy a ticket. He, using a very old fashioned ticket machine, rolls of a ~ one inch long old school pinkish paper bus ticket marked with a black ink. I reach into my pocket and get out my wallet. I pay him with an old green one pound note.

Up ahead we can see Dewi Sant, St David’s Centre. It looks very modern. I know that I must get off the bus. I must change direction away from the old.

I awake and visit the loo. Nearby the loo is one of the doors to the house made of glass. The shutter is always partially down to avert bird strikes. Just the other side of the door is an adolescent fox who I know from trail cam is a regular visitor. He is less than a metre from my feet and he has not yet heard or seen me. Straight from the dream this is an odd sensation. I stand still for several seconds. The fox remains oblivious. I make a slight clicking sound in my mouth the fox hears me and disappears.

I go back to bed and fall asleep.

I am now on a driverless red double decker bus in London. I am on the top deck. It is careering through the streets near Leicester Square. I am engaged in combat with a tall Chinese man who is trying to kill me. He has an accomplice. I fight with the man and he eventually falls off the bus and his body folds at the hip such that his legs are at an unusual angle. The legs twang back into position. And he shakes his fist at me angrily as the bus drives off.

I climb down the outside of the bus and into the driver’s seat.

I know that I must meet some young people at a square outside the centre of London. In my mind’s eye I can see them travelling there. I drive the bus to a square with many trees and shade.

Dream ends..