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Derek Jacobi – Cats – Vance – US Visitors Dream Sequence 13-08-2025

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Here is last night’s dreaming sequence of three distinct though somehow interrelated parts. Out of the blue….

The dream starts in England, in autumn, outdoors, walking along a leafy path in parkland. I am with Derek Jacobi and we are slightly ahead of a small grouping of British theatre luvvies. The wife is with the second group, with Emma Thompson. We have been wined and dined at a pub like The Spaniards in Hampstead. The conversation is flowing and everyone is excited. We are going back to someone’s mansion / house which is nearby. Jacobi and I are talking about philosophy, deity and Shakespeare a prime passionate interest of his. He is being his usual erudite and expressive self. He is asking me multiple questions about “back then”, previous lives. We pause at a clearing and sit on a stump for the others to catch up. We are being celebrated, feted even. The others catch up and Jacobi leads us off; he says that dinner is being prepared and we did not ought be late.

I awake. The shutters are partially open to let the air flow on a hot night. The window is open. Gandalf the stray cat is patrolling the window sill. She meows several times. I mentally debate whether to acknowledge her. I cough she hears and soon departs. I imagine she is seeking reassurance that I am there. I intuit that she is somehow guarding us.

Back in the dream we are downstairs in our current house. Bibi the indoors official cat is with us. In the garden we can see Gandalf. I open the large sliding “floor to ceiling” veranda style doors. Gandalf comes in greets us and Bibi. They go to sit on a large white leather sofa which is somehow against the wall by the log burner. In the garden a third black cat appears and it too enters the house, greeting us and sitting near where we are standing. A tallish woman with mousey blonde long hair comes into the garden. She is wearing an expensive trousers and blouse combo. She is slim and taller than me. She is forties of age and American sounding. With her are mice, rabbits and other small rodent like animals. They all follow her into the house, a/her menagerie. She says hello and that she is new to the area. The wife asks her name. Ivanovich or Ivaniaovich or something like that is the phonetic reply. Her first name may be Irene. Another large light brown cat with very long hair comes into the garden. The cat inspects us but does not come too close. She says that this too is her cat, his name is Vance. He is aloof and does not mix well. He thinks he is important. Vance walks around keeping his distance. He is high maintenance, she says. She winks.

The next scene is set in a very modern rental house with several levels and a designer garden. It is our temporary home; the feel is non-descript European. Staying with us are an American couple they are high functioning and high powered. The wife somehow knows the female from before. We have had a party the night before and wake up to a messy house. I am taking coffee orders. Felix {the probably dead stray cat} is asleep on the white sofa with Bibi and Gandalf. Felix meows at me and goes to the sliding glass window. He wants to go outside for a shit. I let him out. I explain to the woman that he likes to shit outdoors. I get coffees and give one to each of the couple. I go upstairs to ask the wife what she wants for breakfast. Garlic cheese on toast is the answer. I say that she can have cheese on toast with coffee and that I will bring them up to her in due course. I go back downstairs.

We look out the window and a garden robot like a mower passes by. It is expertly raking the gravel around the roses and pulling weeds. The garden is low maintenance self-clean a design of the architect who designed the dwelling. I say that this explains everything. I had wondered why the garden looks fresh each morning. The woman gestures to me to follow her outside. I do. She takes me aside out of earshot of her male partner. She says that later in the year in Colorado they are going to have a celebration and wedding. She asks me if I will speak at the wedding and perhaps officiate the service for them. I say that I would be delighted to do that and ask her what nature of service she would like. She says a non-denominational service based on beings and the universe. I say that I am sure that I can prepare the words. She says not to mention it yet to her husband to be. He is already onboard in principle and there are a few other details she wants to sort out. She shows me a picture of the Colorado mountainside venue. They have already booked a suite for the wife and I.

The dream sequence ends.

Cats – Dogs – Alien Pods – Caduceus Dream 26 -01-2025

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This dream was from between 2 and 5 AM this morning.

The dream opens in Imperial College, South Kensington Campus. I am walking from Chemistry to the Sherfield building. On the first floor I pass a meeting area / café where people are sat around table having “important” meetings. I see a white sofa with vinyl / fake leather cushions. I pick up a white seat cushion and take it with me to a carpeted chill out area. There are many young people sat there on the thick pile carpet.

At the back of the room near the wall is a big sofa. I go and park my cushion there. On the sofa is sat a young black man with his black cat who has luxuriant fur and is wearing glasses. The cat greets me and nuzzles. The man has two other cats with him, making a total of three. He asks if I have cats. Yes, we have one.

I turn my back and he morphs into a large black and brown coon hound {image checked on Google} with him on the sofa is Rhodesian Ridgeback. The coon hound comes over to me, still seated and makes a fuss of me slobbering slightly. The cats have disappeared.

I get up and leave the building wearing no shoes only black woollen socks. I start to wark around South Kensington. In the sky I can see strange disturbances where pods materialise out of thin air and start to descend to slowly to earth, I know they are not of this planet.

I decide to go back into Sherfield to get my boots and lap top. In the dream I know that I might need them in the days to come. I put on my ankle length boots which have a three golden buckles to the outer side of each foot. The boots are pointy and made of high quality leather. My lap top is in a black carry case with a shoulder strap.

I continue my exploration of that part of London. I note multiple more pods arrive. As they materialise there is a temporary rip in space-time. There is no sound associated nor do I hear any landing.

I am now in a covered area open to the air. I am giving a talk to a small number of people al fresco. I am running a small video camera which is recording. It is capturing multiple materialisation events. Someone says that perhaps I should offer this to the BBC.

There is much consternation about the events happening and warnings are issued by the government. I find a small antique red covered book and am reading it. A man comes over and inspects. He says that it is a shame it is in disrepair. I offer it to him and he accepts as if it is a treasure. He will restore it.

The alien pods have started to cause people to float as if relatively gravity free. This means that I can fly without it causing comment. So, I start bouncing far off the ground for joy. I can see that R is heading a bit too swiftly back to earth so using telekinesis I slow his descent.

I decide that I need to go home and search for a tube station. I have been wandering and come across a Central Line station. The announcer warns that due to fuel shortages they are running a much reduced service. I know that I need to change to the Victoria Line to get home to South London, Brixton. I have not used the tube in decades.  A young woman takes pity on me and helps me find the appropriate station and to use the last ever coin operated ticket machine. The fare is three euros. I take three bright green euro coins out of my pocket in turn and pay for my ticket. Which arrives like an old-school paper bus ticket.

The young woman is going my way. I note that she is skinny and only wearing a white t-shirt. She is cold. I offer her my jacket, which she tries on. It is way too big. I suggest that she sits on my lap and that we both wear the jacket with two arms per sleeve. This will warm her up for the onward journey when we part ways. The tube arrive and heads East to the junction with the Victoria Line. The woman is sat on my lap and we share the jacket until I get off.

I arrive in Brixton. It is pitch black with reduced street lighting and the early hours of the morning. The market from Electric Avenue has spilled out onto the high street because there are no cars running. There is a kind of party atmosphere.

I walk through the market and climb the stairs to my apartment. I enter and close the white door. As a precaution I also slip across the white painted locking bolt. I sit down at the table and boot up my lap top.

I hear a knock at the door. I go closer. A voice says open up the door. I say who is it? It repeats just open the door. The voice is female.

Cautiously I open the door and standing there is a young woman holding an A4 sized porcelain upon which is painted a golden Caduceus superimposed on three intersecting circles such that the point where the snakes head meets the staff is at the centre of the three circles.  She hands me the porcelain and says, “this is yours”. I take the porcelain and it feels light and familiar in my hands. I can also feel it within me.

The dream ends.

Boy – Italy – Cash Machine – Satellite Dish – Cats – Birds – Rose – Wolf Dreams -18-03-2024.

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The first dream starts with us welcoming a young boy into our house. He is sandy haired and with freckles. It is a French house with linear stairs and the boy is of French extraction.

He goes out for the day and when we come back, he has left us an ornamental plant and a bottle of milk on the stairs.

I say to him that this is now his home and he can place the milk in the refrigerator in the kitchens alongside ours.

I wake up for a loo break and learn that my wife has not yet slept.

I am in a garage around a yard of sorts where there are various units of an artisanal nature. I notice that from time to time a model car drives across the courtyard and into one of the units. The next time this happens it is a toy Mercedes. I follow the car into the unit and it tips over slightly spilling some cuboid white crystals onto the floor.

The remote driver comes in and he sees that I have seen the drugs spill from the toy car.

He comes over to me and I explain that I was a chemistry lecturer. I point him at one of my papers on carbazole. I know what the substance is.

The next day there is another delivery and I explain to him that I am not going to bust him to the cops because I used to do drugs, weed and ‘shrooms.

He is satisfied.

At this point a large minibus pulls up and collects the wife and I. Warren Gatland is driving and we are going South over the border into an important event in Italy. Not everyone has been invited. We drive for a number of hours. The sky clears to blue and the architecture becomes Italianate.  We arrive at a magnificent walled city reminiscent of Valetta. From our approach we can marvel at the buildings.

We get out and are sitting around on a piazza. Gatland asks what wine is best to have with pasta. He goes round and people in the group give various answers including Pinot Grigio. I say Cloudy Bay from New Zealand, a Southern hemisphere wine. He agrees that this is best.

We are the on some kind of boat in an underground canal system. Either side of the boat are exquisite carvings in white marble. I wonder out loud, “how many man hours went into the carving of that goat?” We enter a white vaulted and domed space with a jetty. We disembark and arrive at the lobby of a top notch posh Italian hotel. This where we will be staying and where the event is.

I ask at the front desk if there is a cash machine.

A grey haired man in a white jacket lifts up a wooden lid to reveal a cash machine. At first attempt I cannot get my CCF card into the slot. He asks me how much money I want. I reply £100. He says that that won’t last long here, things are expensive it will be gone in a flash. I put my CCF card in and type in my real world pin which contains 3 and 5.  I ask for £200. The card reader rejects my card. I then try my HSBC gold visa with the pin which adds to 23. I ask for £300. It too is declined.

I am mildly concerned that it is a posh affair and that I have no trousers which will fit me.

At this stage there are numerous very small kittens running over my hand with the machine and playing with me. Sat outstretched on the front desk is woman in a black outfit as per Sally Bowles in Cabaret. She is holding a cigarette in a black cigarette holder. She is feline. She wants me to pat her and play with her like I am doing with the kittens.

 I get up and the grey haired man and I climb up to the top floor of the hotel. It is in need of renovation. We are trying to fix the satellite dish which is the connection for the cash machine. We go out onto the roof. I manage to dislodge the satellite dish from its fixations. I tell that man that if he can get a signal finder instrument, I will be able to realign his dish for him so that it works.

We go down into one of the rooms on the top floor. It is a bit of a state with some graffiti. In the room are two red and green birds. They are long tailed and look like miniature parakeets.

I turn to the window in the room. I open it slightly and the birds come over to my hand. One sits on my left hand and the other on the window latch. I open the window further and both birds fly out.

In the sky formed of birds I can see the distinct outline of first the yellow rose of friendship and then a wolf in a howling posture. 

I am surprised by this. It is overtly Toltec.

Dream ends.

Reiki – Eagle – Jaguar – Cats Dream Vignettes 24-11-23

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After what was a strange and weird day yesterday here are last night’s dream vignettes. I have a feeling there may be more weirdness to come today. I could be wrong.

The first dream starts in some kind of new age clinic or spa. I am laid out on a massage table. The room is white and I am wearing a smallish white towel around my midriff. There is a smell of something incense like, more modern and chemical than incense. There is a large young plump woman standing over me. She is wearing trousers and tunic, reminiscent of a nurse uniform. Her hair is up in bun. I am laid face down.

She is doing some energetic healing work on me which is like reiki but not reiki. She is talking her time and her hands are a few inches above my body. She works from feet to skull and back again. I know that she is of a Southerly persuasion. The dream fades.

I see a large black and white eagle from the side. It is perched on a rock overlooking a valley below. The eagle lifts off and I become one with the eagle. I am the eagle. I swoop down over the fields and see sheep grazing in dry stone walled fields. I fly along a small river and swoop back up towards the crag. It feels like the lake district. The sky is grey and ominous. I soar around the top of a craggy mountain. The sensation of joy in flight is magnificent. I hear the wind with my sensitive ears. The sensation is marked. The dream fades.

I am now at the edge of a verdant clearing. On one side is farmland, the other jungle. It is very tropical and I am a South American jaguar. My spotted coat is in good condition and I move lithely along the edge of the jungle. I am not afraid of the nearby villagers whom I can hear. I go down to a small brook to drink. I sniff the air and then head back into the jungle. Dream fades.

I am asleep in an upstairs room of a small house. The window is open and daylight streams in. I wake and stretch. A small grey cat appears on the windowsill. She jumps down on the bed and nuzzles me. She goes back to the windowsill and is joined by a much larger cat who is white and with different coloured spots. The grey cat jumps on the bed. The other cat watches. It jumps down onto the edge of the bed. I lightly shoo it.

We all go downstairs. The room downstairs has earthenware tiles on the floor. It is cool and the back door to the house is open. The grey cat and the white cat are over by the hearth. Another very large cat appears at the door. It does not come in. The two cats leave with it. I imagine that they are going out to play. I hear a kerfuffle and go out to investigate.

The two large cats are pulling the grey cat between them. It is like tug of war. They each have a good bite on the cat. I shout at them. They ignore me and the grey cat snaps in half. I go to pick the cat up. I have one half but the third cat is guarding its half. I know that this cat is wild and unpredictable. I have a glove on my hand and reach out to pick up the other half of the grey cat. The cat hisses. I retrieve the half cat and will show the dead cat to the wife before burying it. The tug of war takes place in a garden reminiscent of one of the houses we visited.

In the dream I know that this is a warning about being ripped apart by forces bigger than me. They are to do with temporal matters. The cat is similar to our cat Bowie but it is not her. Dream fades.

I am now waiting in a villa. A young woman is with me she is stretched out on an armchair. She is very relaxed. She says that this villa will be good for small scale team development work. I agree with her. Someone comes to fetch us. We are taken to a “boardroom” style room with a meeting table. I am there to act as expert advice. Because people are wearing maroon and mustard clothes around the table it is obviously a French meeting. The chair, a man with white hair, rimless spectacles, and maroon corduroy trousers ushers me to sit at the other end of the table from him.

Dream ends.

On waking I am struck that although these segments are varied, they are interconnected.

Homunculus – Homuncule – Children – Hidden Doorway Dream 25-01-24

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I had this dream between 7:07 and 7:30 this morning. I checked the clock on the way back from the loo and went back to bed. I was woken by the central heating clicking on at 7:30 AM.

The dream starts in the living room of a house in France. I am there with the wife. I can see the cat ferreting around on the top shelf of a bookcase. It is trying to get into a black plastic container. I get a small step on stool and reach the black plastic container taking it off the shelf. The cat is very curious and tries to get into the box and I have to shoo it away.

I take the container over to the window. There is no lid. In it I can see a small ~20cm high homuncule {homunculus}. It is curled up and seems to be dead. It looks a bit like an alien “grey”. I prod it gently with a pencil and it does not move.

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{The dream is specific homuncule in French.}

I move away from the window. The cat nearly trips me up and I spill the contents of the container onto the floor. The homuncule lands and the carpet is covered with a shiny silver-grey powder from him which glistens iridescent. The homuncule stands up and walks off to the kitchen. As it moves small mouse like turds fall from off its back. It has been asleep for a very long time. I know that he is very thirsty and is going to get some water. The cat watches but seems too startled to do anything.

I turn around and there are a few, around half a dozen, children standing behind me. They are boys and girls aged around 7 or 8. They are dressed like children in a 1950s US TV programme. The have freckles and are clean and tidy.

I ask them, “quelle langue parles-tu?”

One of the girls say, “um, English, we are from Kivingden in Kent. We have been here a long time.”

I follow the path of the homuncule towards the kitchen. I notice a new white painted metal door has appeared. The door is reminiscent of a naval door designed to prevent water ingress. It has a white metal lever clamped shut which I lift to open the door. I open it and lock the door fully open with a metal rod.

It is a kind of portal.

I can see an industrial metallic staircase spiralling down. It is painted white. The bunker below is very well lit and also painted white. I know it to be extensive and to be a nuclear shelter. I know it is well provisioned and that the homuncule has made it appear and that it is from whence the children came.

I call the wife to come and inspect.

Dream ends.  

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Homuncule : Homme de taille réduite auquel les sorciers ou les alchimistes prétendaient pouvoir donner la vie.