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The Future of the Dragon Dream 26-08-2025

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Here is this morning’s dream had between 5 and 7 AM. It was sufficiently realistic that I just opened my email expectantly.

The dream opens with me sat on a sofa with a coffee on a glass coffee table in front. The furniture is ratan in build and the room tropical themed. There are batik hangings and a golden Thai style top-knot haired Buddha figurine. The walls are white washed and stone and there is a feel of castle and perhaps Scotland. I am somehow at home in these settings. I go over to a large dark wooden desk with a green “club” leather chair. I boot up the computer. In an email account I rarely use I scan the list of emails. One email stands out from the bunch. It has the subject line, “The Future of the Dragon”. I do not know the sender’s address.

I pause for a moment and then open the email sceptical of spam / phishing. The email opens without problem and it is addressed to me. The person would like to meet up to discuss the future of the dragon. I look to the bottom of the mail for a signature. The address is arranged in the form of a Thai Wat temple and originated from a dojo in the Malay-Singapore-Thai region with a Singapore head office. It has ‘phone numbers, email address and an Instagram account. The protagonist is called Cheng. I am unsure how to respond or when to respond. I look at the Instagram account and see a picture of a young Asian male in his mid-twenties. He is pictured in karate-gi with his pals. There are other pictures of him in the dojo, in nature and it all looks fine and above board. I note his appearance. He has at least a part Chinese to him. I resolve to wait a little before replying.

Next, I am driving South down Regents Street in London, near Hamleys. I am in my white Jeep style SUV. It is around Christmas time because the lights are on. Coming in the opposite direction, North, there is a stream of traffic which comes to a halt in front of me. A young man gets out and walks past me to see what is going on. It is Cheng. I call out his name. He stops and turns looking surprised. I say that he emailed me and that I recognised him from the photos. I say to remind him, “The future of the dragon.” It suddenly clicks. I gesture for him to get into my car which he does. I do a U-turn and gesture for his friends to follow me in their open top Jeep-Moke.

We drive off into one of the large semi-circles of grand housing next to a park. There is a pub nearby. I say that we should talk. He has suddenly gone all shy. I ask him if a beer would help. Yes, perhaps. We make  our way to the pub and are soon joined by his friends which include his tiny sister. Chris turns up and I suggest that he gets us all a drink which he does.

I ask Cheng as an icebreaker about the style of karate he was training in and offer him my shoulder to punch. I ask was it non-contact and play punch him in the head or was it full contact. He says that is was a little heard of martial art specific to region but that is not what the dragon is about. He knows that I know this. I see through my contact with him a small wizened Asian man who is tiny and dressed in a Chinese “Tai Chi” outfit. He is Malay, Burmese or Singaporean. I understand him to be a master and that Cheng is by way of his contact. I have never met the master before but he is somehow familiar. I can feel him now as I type. I can recognise him.

Cheng’s sister calls her mother back home and explains that he has found me.

The dream ends.

Wolfgang – Switzerland – Being Slagged Off – Martial Arts Grading – UKE Dream 07-04-2025

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Here is last night’s dream. I was on much reduced medication to see how I coped. Sleep was not deep.

The dream starts in a communal office setting. Wolfgang {flat mate – and subsequent employee} is sat opposite me. He has a thin pencil moustache and something of a mullet, neither of which he was accustomed to have. He is upset with me because he thinks that I have been mean to him and reneged on our friendship. I have done no such thing to my eyes. I know in the dream that because I do not do transactional “friendships” I do not have “friends” in the traditional social sense. I am very poor at “normal” friendships. I do not do mutual praise and ego stroking. People cannot relate to me because they do not get the normal feedback they are expecting. I say to Wolfgang that he may have misjudged.

The scene now coalesces to the shared common room area of our floor in the University of Bern. Sat around the table are many of the people from the research group. Wolfgang says in front of them all, that they have all been slagging me off and bad mouthing me, partially because I did not fit in and suck up. He says that I was always the outsider. I say to him that it is in no way new to me to have people gossip and slag me off behind my back whilst pretending to be nice and friendly to my face. I say that people can be very mercenary when they think that I have something(s) they want. I say to him that he needs to get over it, his misplaced upset. I say that his moustache looks ridiculous.

The scene changes to a large martial arts dojo. I am dressed in a judogi wearing a dark green belt around my middle. I am with the sensei, and he is showing me a list of people who are up for their blue belt grading. In this schema, blue is below green. There are a lot of people due for grading and we, the higher grades, are to be uke to their tori. We know that gradings are about form and not real combat. We will be willingly thrown about by numerous people doing their gradings in order for them to learn.

I am up first with four people one from each direction. East, North, West and South.  The people are of ill-defined gender and wearing judogi already with a light blue belt, the colour of which they seek to upgrade. One by one they come to me and holding a fighting stance assume their left hand in an upper block, jodan-uke. I place my arm similarly wrist to wrist. We then start to apply force and ki. They are trying to hold their position. I let them match me for a while and continue to ramp up until I start to sense them falter. Knowing that this is not about me winning rather them having an experience, I ease back just before breaking point. I do this with the first three directions. The woman from the South has defined gender and when she comes up for stance there is no need, because we already understand each other.

I know that there are hundreds more to come in the grading session. On the mat practice continues and we know, the sensei and I, that they have never yet experienced full contact combat which is a game changer.

The dream ends.

Y Ddraig Aur – Golden Dragon Dreams

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Dream 1-3-12 Japan Theme (Golden Dragon)

The dream is set initially in Tokyo. I have arrived at Narita and have been met by Mieko (an Ainu ex-business partner). We are in a district that I do not know. It is a shopping district. There are a couple of people with me and her. We are on a bus and it is swerving sharply around corners. We walk through the busy shopping mall and to a coffee bar.

Mieko orders coffees for us and we stand up at the bar. There is a lot of movement. I ask her if it is OK to smoke. No not anymore, the rules in Japan have changed.

At one table there is a group of westerner’s who are media types. They are all expensively dressed. One of them is making a rather overblown pitch to the others about an idea for a film. His language and gestures for the pitch are rather extravagant.  Noticing that there are cigarette butts on the floor, I light one up. I catch the eye of a female gaijin sat close to the bar. She has a pack of gold Benson and Hedges and a lighter on the table in front of her. We raise our eyebrows exchanging a knowing look of “Bull….” , at the pitch we are eavesdropping on. I have no idea why Mieko has brought me to Japan.

We then move off through the crowded streets and malls. Mieko moves ahead of us and we lose sight of her. I have no idea where we are. I assume that she has made provision for where we are to stay that night. I do not have any written contact details for her.

The friend who is with me suggests that I look on my mobile ‘phone. I see that I have one call listed. I press dial. It connects with a man called Richard Brooks. I ask him who he is, “Richard Brooks the publisher, don’t you know me? “

I tell him that I have just landed in Tokyo and have jet lag, I cannot recall having met him, probably the jet lag.  He is pretty sure that we have met. We are due to have a meeting in respect of publishing in the next day or so at the Hampton Estate Complex.  He is looking forward to it.

I look again at my ‘phone and find Mieko’s number. I call her and she says that she has no interest in being a negotiating pawn on my chess board and is upset with me. I have absolutely no idea what she is talking about. Apparently, she has set me up to meet with two publishers in a few days time. I explain that I did not know about this nor why she is upset. We arrange to meet up.

She then takes us to an avant garde club in a very posh district of Tokyo. It is an “installation” club where people try to be living works of art. It is pretentious. Today’s theme is “being alone”. All around the club people are busy striking poses. It is a bit “Gothic”. There is one woman lying still with her head wrapped up in spider’s webs, dressed in black. There are others doing joint poses, sat back to back, heads turned from each other, “ignoring” each other. There is a swimming pool there and people are in it. There is a tiny naked thin Japanese woman sat on a stool in the middle of the pool. There are others at each corner of the pool. I note some Yakuza with sunglasses stood at the bar. I get into the pool and swim around looking at the various people in “installations”. I am fully clothed. When I leave the water, I am dry. I make my way to the bar.

Then the conversation turns to Ju-Jitsu. I comment that I have some training. The guys there try to test me out with some locks. I let them win. I know that their style is all form based and not all that fluid. They egg me on. To the side of the bar there are some white paper screens with an ornate Golden Dragon on them. They lead into a dojo. I strip off to my waist and go through into the dojo. They all think it is funny that a “fat” middle aged white guy is going to fight in the dojo. They also strip to the waist; they are young and rippling with muscles. I am confident though that I have their measure. We spar for a while and my confidence has been entirely justified. I manage to throw several of them to the floor.

Back in the bar now I notice that it is serving drinks. I ask the Japanese barman for a white beer in English pointing to a bottle.  I assume that the drink is free. Strangely he converses with me in German, Hoch Deutsch. He says that the beer is nine yen. I give him a 10 yen note.

The gaijin woman from the coffee shop is also now there. She orders a beer similarly. She looks into her purse amidst all the coins which are there and finds two 4.5 yen coins. She pays the barman with these. It all seems very normal.

Next there are several of us at the bottom of a trail leading up the mountain to a ski resort. There are a series of snow covered steps. We start to climb these steps. It is a little slippery. I tell the people in front of me, mostly young Japanese to take it one step at a time and to make use of the hand rail. We laugh and joke as we make our way up the hill.

We arrive at reception of a very posh and swanky hotel. They have been waiting for us, for my meeting with the publishers tomorrow. We have been assigned a suite with a large living area with bedrooms off of this. The Maitre d’ shows us to our suite and all our luggage has been carried there. He leaves us to settle in, gives us a room service menu and will await our call. Our stay at the hotel has been paid for.

The alarm goes off.


Golden Dragon – y ddraig aur- Dream 23-12-2012

I am somehow in the Welsh valleys. The road along the side of the valley is being worked on. I am driving along, and a very large mechanical digger is pilling up porta-cabins by “throwing” them. I pull my car up so as not to get caught be the digger. It continues for a while and the way is now blocked.

I then try to proceed on foot, and I cannot get over the obstacle. On the other side of the valley again and that too is blocked.

I come back to a small snow-covered area and again the way is blocked by a collision of cars. I get in one car and drive it a bit. I get out and it continues on in automatic and it crashes into the pile of cars.

I am now at a large extensive house which is in the South-East. Someone warns me that the press has come for the celebrities. As I approach the house, I see the press photographers piling out of vehicles, chasing a celebrity.  I dodge round the back of the house.

As I do this I take off and soar into the sky. I am flying around the house and observing it from above. In the courtyard at the back there is a terrace and sat there is one of the journalists. I fly over him. He is sat in an ornate writing desk. I fly past again as he reaches for his camera. I land in the courtyard.

I walk towards where he is sitting and through some “Japanese” style doors. On the floor is an exquisitely carved oriental dragon. This is “my” place. The journalist comes over and points at the dragon which is beautiful and golden.

“This is the kimono-dragon the golden dragon”, he says.

“They are searching for the golden dragon {you}. Now you are it.”

I sit down next to the dragon and begin a meal with lacquer chopsticks and oriental bowls.

I replay the entire dream several times in my mind.

Note the doors/screens in the dream above. Door is the dreaming symbol for possibility.

Metallic Dragon Dream 25-2-13

In an inner city environment, I walk into a day centre. There is an open art project going on. In the entrance to the temporary classroom hut there are a black man and a white woman. They hand me a sheet of paper and a marker pen. I go through into the classroom. Sat in a row is a bunch of men, mostly black and not rich. There are all seated on chairs and have an easel in front of them. The paper on the easels is untouched. They are all trying to figure out what to do. I sit on a chair in front of a table, upon which there are arts and crafts material. I look for an easel. I empty my pockets onto the table. There is my wallet, some keys, some loose change and a mobile ‘phone. A man sits next to me. I go off to get some materials and my chair is taken by a newcomer. I come back and pick up the contents of my wallet. I sit on the next chair. I start drawing on my paper and the man next to be starts to copy me. He asks me what he should do. I suggest some ideas.  He wants to scrape the paint of his ruler so I lend him my small Swiss army pen-knife and show him how to do this.   I say to him that knives aren’t allowed but this one because it only has a tiny blade is ok. We continue working. Soon I am helping all the others get started.

The setting is changed. It is next week. I walk into a shoe shop and meet one of the guys from the art room there. He works there. He says that people are nervous of me. I ask why. He says that I am continuously setting things on fire, particularly rubbish bins. I walk past them and they ignite. All the others find this difficult to handle. I was not aware of this. I say that I’ll try to keep an eye out for it. I try to go to the toilet at the back of the shop. It is busy. I am in no hurry.

I leave the shop and cross a very wide boulevard which is lined with well established leafy trees. The road is wider than I initially thought. I should hurry to get across. I don’t, rather the traffic slows to let me cross. When I get to the other side, I look back at a large several storey building. I am standing next to people in what appears to be a bus queue. The building is an art and design college. Out of one of the upper windows of the building a large metallic dragon is released. I know this to be a design project. It swoops down and flies across the road to land in the tree above my head. As it flies it transforms into a small lithe, living dragon. When it lands in the tree it flaps its wings and coils and uncoils its tail. I reach up and play with the dragon’s tail as if it was my pet. It hops out of the tree and lands upon my head.  It is making soft purring noises.  I know what it is thinking and it knows what I am thinking. It makes a dragon’s roar. I do mine and for a while we roar together. It says that I should do my full roar. As I do this a great burst of flame comes out of my mouth and the sound is very loud. I repeat this. The dragon says that this is why I set things on fire. Slowly the dragon merges into me, it and I, are one and the same.

The people in the bus queue cannot believe that which they have just witnessed.

As I awake from the dream, I am somehow aware that all of the problems stem from the summer of 2002. The root cause of all the difficulties lies back then and with the people I knew then. Unless they do something about it, things will never be put back on course.  Their responsibility is large.

Fire = Desire for destruction, change or the fear thereof.

Dragon = Power / Magic

Rhondda – Y Ddraig Aur (Golden Dragon) Dream – 06-10-21

Last night we attended our second Breton class and as we arrived there were two crows circling above the venue. We are in the Bro Dreger {Tregor} and part of what stimulated the move was the prevalence of the Tregor dragon flag at a festival in Landreger in 2019.

This is the second dream from last night and because of the symbolism, it is probably significant.

I hear on the news that there has been a strange happening in Wales in which a row of terraced houses has been painted black. I “go” to see it. It is in the upper reaches of Trealaw Road. I arrive / land on the opposite side of the street and note that the black terrace is very close to where my maternal great grandfather John Parry Jones lived with his family when they moved down from North Wales. It is near where there is a path to a footbridge over the Rhondda River to Tonypandy. I decide to walk over the bridge and travel by train back to Gravesend.

As I cross the river, I am about to enter a shopping centre precinct, I notice a woman coming towards me holding a cylindrical object which is white and painted upon which is y ddraig aur. I look down at the t-shirt I am wearing and it is my t-shirt with the y drraig aur flag printed upon it. I suggest to her that because of this we must talk. She speaks English with a fairly strong Russian accent. She agrees.

Next, we are in her room. I take a closer look at the cylindrical object and see that it is the covering for a bronze statue underneath. I see that the dragon is slightly lopsided and say that it must be dissolved and repainted. We dissolve the dragon using a liquid and it flakes off flakes of genuine gold leaf which is very bright and almost alive. It is way more golden than the original image of y ddraig aur I saw near the river. It has come alive.

With great care she at first paints a black outline on the cylindrical cover and then begins to start the dragon. The gold on the black paint is vivid.

I say to her that it is a bit of an omen and that perhaps we are to work together. I ask her to tell me about herself, her journey.

In her Russian accent she takes me over to her bookcase and says that first she studied shamanism and pulls out a book by Kenneth Meadows. I am dumbstruck. I say that he was the first person to teach me shamanism and that this is now omen enough for me.

She then asks me about my practices. I explain that I have done an extensive recapitulation, I organised the retreats with Theun and the fact that I don’t need to recapitulate any more.

Dream ends.

Y Ddraig Aur (The Gold Dragon), c. 1400 – c. 1416, the royal standard of Owain Glyndŵr, Prince of Wales, famously raised over Caernarfon during the Battle of Tuthill in 1401 against the English. It is evident in Glyndŵr’s privy seals that his gold dragon had two legs.

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