Top Brass – Dream Follow Up

October 24, 2025 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

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I am the very model of a modern Major-General

I’ve information vegetable, animal, and mineral

I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical

From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical

I’m very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical

I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical

About binomial theorem I am teeming with a lot o’ news

With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse

Gilbert and Sullivan

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Given what is going on in my real world life and what we watched on TV last night there is no obvious ( non le Carré ) explanation as to why I should be dreaming about generals and BoJo.

I have been in the past mistaken for having some kind of military background. Though I have never spent more than a few hours therein having a taster at the Royal Marine Reserves. Living near Farnham there were a lot of ex-military. The hair dresser, ex-pathfinder special forces, treated me like an officer. We talked about many things and I asked him why he was not doing private “security” work. Who knows what he thought. We talked a bit about the masons.

My first knowing encounter was with a former Waffen SS panzer colonel who was a colleague of my father in Africa. He was a reasonably regular visitor at our house and when he went back to Germany he would send me parcels of German chocolates to boarding school. His name was Prussian-Polish and unspellable with Ps and Ys and Zs. Later a Colonel Rees came to take me out for a day together with his wife and springer spaniel. I knew him as Uncle Ken. He was my father’s half brother, hence the different surname. Bulldog the house master and an ex-para medic was well impressed. Ken got his MBE recommendation signed by a general who was head of Military Intelligence posted subsequently to Berlin ~1950. Ken worked out of Horse Guards and was probably part spook. At his funeral there were various top brass and generals. I was quizzed extensively by the army wives for quite a while. They were encouraging me into the forces.

My friend and flat mate at university had a father who was some kind of Admiral. We met once at his very posh house.

The next time I knowingly met any generals was at the Institute of Leadership…It is not a circle in which I walk.

Generals are generally quite important geezers…well above my pay grade…

I was recently in the UK. If I am under surveillance and they wanted to get in touch they could have done it then. They did not. It is more complicated if I am in France.

I had a quick look at UK major-generals on the internet today. I could probably waste more time seeing if I could identify a “real” person. I am not sure what if anything that might achieve.

I think the answer is probably to keep taking the opium…

Physical Plane Reality – Unemployable – dream follow up…

October 5, 2025 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

Following on from the dream this morning which suggested that “there was a job for me in Geneva if I wanted it”. To me this is more far-fetched than seven gorillas. We regularly have one or two cormorants and a heron in the garden around the pond. Mr cormorant will let me get within 15 metres before he flies off. Gorillas are much more likely than jobs.

Because of the way modern employment practice is, there is near zero chance that I could get a job. I have no referees and I have not worked for six years. I am not physically very able and I do not speak the lingo here well. Employment law suggests that fair candidature practices are in place. You could not justify giving a past-it old fart a job over a younger dude or dudess with recent experience and this century qualifications. A person who could be vouched for.

I have more chance of raising a million quid of venture capital start up funds than I do of getting any form of proper job. This is a realistic assessment.

I might be able to write a patent application as a vanity project but that does not make me employable.

This is my version of physical plane reality. It is a simple reality with which I am accustomed.

I have experimentally determined in the past that people will pay me to tutor them “A” level physics and / or chemistry. This is self employed and not strictly speaking a job. I could at a push do this online thanks to Orange fibre optics. But I prefer this face to face and 1:1. In principle I could spend a few weeks doing exam papers and bring myself back up to speed. In the peak UK period January to June I would be confident that I might get some clients. The second year it would be easier because I might get likes or thumbs up.

Were we to go back to the UK I might be able to work the supermarket till at Waitrose.

As has for so long been the case my dream-world and my physical plane reality do not converge nor are they likely to.

I have to dash as I have just seen a gorilla walking down the drive….

Provided It Is Imaginary…Dream Follow up

September 28, 2025 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

This morning’s dream might be seen as unsettling by some, entirely fanciful by others. Being taken by a “Russian” snatch team and queued up for interrogation would be scary.

If you believe what you see in TV and film most intelligence agencies have snatch teams waiting to either save assets or capture targets. Cunning spy ploys have become real world as Israel became a state terrorist actor by detonating pager bombs on foreign sovereign lands. The exploits of KGB, CIA and MOSSAD are the stuff of high viewing ratings. People did get snatched to stand trial, sent to Guantanamo Bay or shipped out to gulags. The prevalence of snatch teams is unknown. The media suggest that FSB poisoning plots reach the genteel town of Salisbury and the Chinese monitor citizens abroad. Nobody really knows the extent of covert operations. NSA and GCHQ are mooted to monitor extensively and it is not entirely unreasonable to imagine someone there has a brief gander at this post We hear a lot about hybrid warfare and hacking. In extremis the recent arrival of the cormorant is just clever surveillance, good cover a next generation drone.

There are articles which suggest that Putin is a consumer of occult and the CIA even had a programme monitoring Russian parapsychology.

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This from a website purporting to be CIA.

It is not unreasonable therefore to suggest that there is at least some ongoing interest in things more Hogwarts than Cambridge University. Théun, for example, is published in Russian. Boney M sung of Rasputin. Hegseth has a “Deus Vult” tattoo and crosses that look a bit eastern orthodox. Templars were reputed to have occult leanings. Masonic behaviour is not unheard of in the USA. The CIA were involved in Tibet.

Provided what I talk about in this blog is entirely imaginary with no real world application there is no problem. There is an outside chance that someone could take what I write about seriously. Which could lead to an incident in which I am involved. Things could get out of hand.

I did not see any suspicious SUVs in the village yesterday.

If “magic” is imaginary then nobody has need to fear the bone pointing of a Voodoo priest or the wrath of a rabbinical Golem. There is no way that I could conjure up occult dragon-drones to observe. So people would be free to waterboard me safe in the knowledge that any curse was simply a futile mind game.

I am completely vulnerable. I could easily be snatched and unless I am under surveillance nobody would know. I could find myself in Yakutsk or Guantanamo. Or even Surbiton.

I doubt I will get an email from Nicolas Lerner or Céline Berthon. Though it is vanishingly possible that the local guys have an interest.

It all seems a bit far removed from reality. Quite why I continue to dream spy stuff is unknown. I don’t feel overly paranoid. Though I did once finish with my woman because she could not help me with my mind

This morning I did indeed trap a mole. It was in one of the mole traps I set between the greenhouse and the pond. I gave the little chap, who had begun to whiff, a Viking burial in the river. I did some strimming and am now paying the physical price with aches.

Hey-Ho…

Water Under the Bridge – Moving Swiftly On

September 22, 2025September 22, 2025 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

We have had some very heavy rain of late. At one point it was the heaviest I have seen it here. It tanked it very violently for around a quarter of an hour. It was heavy after that.

{I need to check the drains and storm drains are leaf free before autumn gets fully underway.}

One of the British “newspapers” reports that a woman was swept away in her car very near here and drowned. It is also in our local news. The river in the garden has risen ~ 180 cm over night. It is muddy. So the cormorant is here looking for roach in the pond, being a sight predator there is no river food.

This means that water is flowing under the/our bridge in a swift noisy manner..

I have had a fairly exhausting month of dreams so far. In a movie script they might be a part of the action. None of them really have changed my understanding of myself and my lives all that much. They may have added a bit of detail. But the fact of the matter is that they have not changed life circumstance, nor our plans for the immediate future. Our “plans” do not extend beyond spring and are loose at best. I see no shiny future, no grand purpose. I see a lot of more of the same. There is nothing I can do about this.

The dreams then are like water under the bridge, moving swiftly on. I make a note of them and then decide, strimmer or paintbrush. And then they are gone…floated off down the dream-stream towards the sea.

Last night in bed I had a line of thinking that suggested I was being a nasty pushy arrogant bastard about how I am approaching my healthcare. That maybe I just need to be even more passive and less demanding. To hand them the baton completely. I can tell that I make them uncomfortable. They don’t like “teacher” peering at them over spectacles and checking their work, their reasoning. Maybe I am being too demanding, too arrogant, too entitled. I am not owed anything healthcare included.

Nigel the knobhead is talking about removing the right to reside for immigrants in the UK. That may be mirrored here. In which case I may be back having a pint in Clacton-on-Sea sooner than I think…Cheers Nige.

The wankers in America are taking about martyrs…maybe they too get to have virgins in their special great American heaven, reserved solely VIP for them. People have a very twisted understanding of what Christian means…

I find myself sighing regularly…

Barramundi – Kalkadoon – Dreamtime – South – Dream Follow Up

September 21, 2025 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

In the early 1970s we lived in Mount Isa Queensland. My father worked on a smelter for MIM and I was working at losing my Bristle accent and learning Queensland to fit in. I did not want to sound like a pom. For a “civilised” Australian the Isa is outback. I often played in the dried out Leichhardt River bed and also when on rare occasions it was wet. We went to Kalkadoon Park named after the local aboriginal tribe massacred by the whites. My father was a big part in getting the club house for Mount Isa rugby located and installed and it was with the Southsea Islanders from the club that I tasted by first Barramundi cooked on coals in a pit wrapped in leaves. The grown ups were all pissed up. I was very impressionable. My neighbour was a young aboriginal lad, over the fence. One day I asked him where his father was because I had not seen him of late.

“He gone walkabout”, was the answer.

I still find it a bit odd watching Aussie MasterChef when they make such a big hoo-hah about first nations ingredients and do all the spiel about thanking the first nations for use of tribal land. Seems a bit off for a bunch of city dudes. I don’t see them eating witjuti grubs , witchetty grubs.

Sport Barramundi can be found in Lake Moondarra a reservoir made to supply water for the mines and smelters.

Click here for link.

By osmosis with the land and the people, I was exposed to the dreaming and the dreamtime at a young age. Since I have had easy interactions with indigenous people I have met Bantu, Pygmy and Maasai. There is perhaps something familiar about me.

This morning’s dream pertains to the South, the place of dreaming and the Gateway to the Nagual’s world. It points at tarot 18. The Barramundi is often painted with the Crayfish.

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On Friday two nurses who did not struggle with anorexia and were perhaps proud owners of a Gregg’s loyalty card had me remove my t-shirt. They proceeded to shave my chest and attach electrodes. They urged me to pedal faster. We did not say much but seemed to vibe OK.

There were dream indications yesterday that the wind is in the South so to speak.

The two southerly women the stalker and the dreamer are the portal, the gateway to the South the place of dreaming.

In the dream only I am allowed to fish for Barramundi the fish.

Not yet sure why the dreaming is going far-back to the dreamtime yet.

I am now ready for some pretty weird and unexpected.

The wallabies are watching and the owls are not what they seem.

{The Twin Peaks T-shirt which I am currently wearing.}

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Weirdly we have just run out of coffee. I distinctly remember putting some Lavazza in the shopping market trolley Friday. There is none in the pantry, the shop usually open Sunday mornings is closed and there is no Lavazza on the till receipt….

Spooky…

The Secret Squirrell Obsession – Dream Follow Up.

September 20, 2025September 20, 2025 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

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I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them but they were only satellites
Is it wrong to wish on space hardware
I wish, I wish, I wish you’d care

Billy Bragg

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Last night I had yet another dream with a “security” theme. Over the years I have had numerous intelligence service dreams. I have never had any intelligence service or secret jobs and the closest I got to needing personal vetting was a job application to Porton Down ~1989. I have been accompanied on site at RSRE Malvern. A family member does have vetting and as a part of that the “spooks” will have my name on a record somewhere. It would not take a rocket scientist with security clearance to find me from bank and tax records. It is all kosher, halal and otherwise legit.

MI6 has got a groovy video for developed vetting online made by some PR company. Not sure how many people it would attract / turn off. It did not light my candle; it was not supposed to. I am not a recruitment target.

It is fair to say that the media and brain vampires like Netflix are keen on espionage / secret agent / special forces genres. There is a lot of stuff about “enhanced” interrogation, so maybe that does actually happen. These days the baddies seem to be Muslim terrorists and not good old FSB/KGB. Though Pine Gap did focus on the Chinese. The days of being a homosexual male at Cambridge as a de rigueur on the CV seem to have passed. You can spot GCHQ candidates on University Challenge. Whatever happened to Moscow rules? Clearly I am of a boomer cold war generation which saw with joy the Berlin Wall come down. I did briefly entertain the idea of a Commando / SBS reserve role and was accepted on an initial pre-enlist officer intake. I could not hack all the boot polish and preferred spliff over rifle.

What I can’t work out is why this theme keeps recurring. I am not politically active and do not participate in ANY kind of group activity…If anything I am pacifist-antifa-otherwise disinterested and inactive.

The entertainment industry makes out the American “spy” agencies are pandemic in the world with ginormous budgets. Their satellites whizz around the world and some vitamin D deficient people are glued to screens watching our every move. At a call they can zoom in with high resolution on someone watching TV, having a shit or having a barbecue. The extent of operations is depicted as vast especially for high value targets like Obama von der Leyen. The Geneva convention is a new car show and not a set of rules for interrogation. The British are depicted as being fags to the head boy. The French are portrayed as incompetent maybe offering a dated honey trap angle. Either way with Jackie Chan and company it is one big Spy Game pay check.

Being a technology luddite I am way out of touch with modern comms and apps. After watching a few “reality” TV programmes it is clear the wife and I are aliens of very different orientation to whatever generations have come after us. People pay more attention to their ‘phones than an adolescent might to his cock and balls. They are always touching them. Spy films where people use mobile ‘phones willy-nilly look stupid to dinosaurs like me.

This idea of keeping secrets of hiding things from others seems entrenched. People apparently have false bigged-up online profiles. They keep their passcodes secret. In films others pluck out eyes and chop off fingers to unlock ‘phones by camera.

The dream last night had various people hiding “secrets” from me. But in the dream I also saw them hiding the secrets. So although I did not know what the secret was I knew that somethings were hidden. This is not an ace basis for relationship.

This idea of having secrets, a joker up the sleeve, might give some a boner or make them go damp. Some do generally think that being clever and cunning is a good idea. It takes all sorts. Secrets are salacious and can be dark bordering on evil. Secrets hint at a desire interpersonally speaking for power over another being, something with which to attempt manipulation. Secrets are seen as perhaps a means of leverage.

Although I have had some brain-farts here about AI and quantum-telepathy and the like, I am not going to be pursuing them. It is not my job…

If there is any real world basis for these security / intelligence service “stuff”, it is pretty simple to contact me. You could easily figure it out…

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Yes, and how many years must a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn’t see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

Bob Dylan

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Dream Follow Up 18-09-2025

September 18, 2025September 18, 2025 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

Numerology suggests that today is a nine day.

18 = 9, 2025=9, 9+9+9=27 which also reduces to 9.

Google maps street view suggests that there is indeed a small electronics shop in Midhurst! I have never been there in real life though I have been to Cittaviveka monastery. I discussed my “Bakula” dream with a monk there, way back, as well as with an academic Buddhist monk from a German university by email. He was Theravada. At the time I was overwhelmed by that dream. I felt driven to investigate.

I like Cittaviveka and the last time we were there the monks and novices were lining up with growling bellies for lunch. It feels serene.

If in the unlikely event that American security services do have some kind of dossier on me and they read this dream, they will have kittens on one level and find it interesting on another. It might appeal to the mentality.

The dream again suggests that I may had some kind of a lama connection in the past. The implications of which might be coming home to roost.

A future discussing things a Cittaviveka in this context is not 100% out of whack. I would be all for helping people to unite and understand each other.

And yes there might me some press interest if a person with my background was some lama-dude reincarnated. There might be interest in the Tibetan Buddhism community as a whole. That would open up a whole bunch of stuff.

No doubt someone might contact the press office in SW7 for comment. It might not be facile to frame.

I would be interested to hear some psychology or psychiatry professional explain why I had this dream and what it means to them and about me.

As I said to the wife when I handed her the print out this morning, “put that in your pipe and smoke it..”

Tomorrow I have a stress cardio-ultrasound to see if the blood supply to my left ventricle is OK . It is that which is the place holder in consciousness. I have still got a cold. Hopefully there is no big problem and I can go ahead with the bionic hip…

This reality all seems quite a long way away from the highfalutin dream content…

Viewed from one angle it would be a life trajectory which significantly diverges from the one which currently lies in front of us…

All in all a pretty strange way to start the day……

A Gathering Darkness – Dream Follow Up

September 13, 2025 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

Our plans for the day were delayed and put on hold because of this morning’s ~1200 word dream write-up. The impact of it was not one of relaxation. It is fair to say that there is a gathering darkness in humanity today. There is much strident and vitriolic rhetoric and a president calling for execution before any trial. Lynching has historical precedent in the USA just as the King of Judea reportedly ordered infanticide. Before long Trump might crucify thousands of illegal immigrants along Pennsylvania Avenue just for PR and a sound bite. Darkness is percolating, disappearances gradually escalate and increase in number. The intellectuals are kneeled; books may be burned.

Echoes of Mussolini, Franco, de Oliveira Salaza and Hitler can be heard around the globe. The thin end of the wedge has already found purchase; all it needs now is to be driven firmly home. The spectre of totalitarianism spreads insidiously across the northern hemisphere.

It is possible that on this anti-immigration wave we will be booted out and deported from France.

I find it hard when some people claim to be Christian and to follow Jesus yet they exhibit hateful, vengeful ways. They do not turn the other cheek. They kill and they maim. That is not Christian.

A new dark and unpleasant chapter in human history is in the process of unfolding. The jackboot and the Kevlar vested masked agents are the harbingers. Some newspapers call climate change action “the net-zero lunacy”. The tide has changed against any semblance of sanity. The baying monosyllabic has overtaken the considered.

Maybe that is what humanity really needs, darkness. Deep malignant and nasty darkness. A darkness so bad that it forces a turn towards light. I doubt the future will be as glamorous as a Hollywood post apocalypse movie; there will be no Mad Max.

But darkness always summons light. A fact that darkness tends to forget in its angry hubris. While darkness may rule material it has no purchase elsewhere. Darkness shoots itself in the foot out of spite and bile. It seems human folly is to time and again embrace the falsehoods and sepsis of xenophobic fear and lust for power and dominion over other beings. It takes little for a soap-box would be fascist to embolden the crowds who are full of grievance. It takes less to pour petrol into the flames of those grievances. And so what starts as a smoulder can turn into conflagration.

The darkness is gathering…where is Frodo when you need him…

Dream Yoga – Union

September 12, 2025September 12, 2025 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

Last night there was another hectic night of dreaming, relating largely to people, acquaintances, of this lifetime. I know that we very rarely know another being well, nor what goes on in the recesses of their minds and their true predilections. This was explicit in the dream. At best we see façade. Which means that the vast majority of “relationships” lack authentic depth. We do not know ourselves or each other.

The frequency and subject matter of dreams this last couple of years has been without precedent even for me. We could approximate to a 500 word dream every 3-4 days. Subject matter has seemingly pertained to this life and to previous ones.

The dreams have indicated previous incarnations stretching back ~ ten lifetimes. With a putative recent one trying to “get through”. If this interpretation is correct then I have been continually associated with “the priesthood” and scholastic endeavour of one kind or another. A good proportion of these incarnations have had a Buddhist flavour.

I have one strong postulate.

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There are a number of people, specifically in this lifetime, who have unresolved karma pertaining to their interactions with me.

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I have no conscious grudges / axes to bear. Yet they keep on cropping up in dreams often wishing me ill.

The other growing notion is that somehow the dreaming is synthesising past life experience into a more cogent whole. A kind of pan-lifetime recapitulation. The life mentioned in the post previous is the one for which recall is the best. The one for which it is the most faint is my South American and thereby Jaguar life.

The weakly recalled most recent life seems to have had some Tibetan Buddhist flavour. Why this has only bled through a little in the last couple of years is unknown.

In a sense I may be “reborn” when I receive my new bionic hips. This may offer a new lease of life, largely unexpected for me. Maybe this is a dreaming preparation for what might lie ahead.

In a vision, which I can still recall, had well over a decade ago, I saw incarnation in a manner not dissimilar to an ECG trace. Where the flat line between “electrical signal” is life non carnate and the “heart beat” is life carnate. I saw this string of jewels, or pearls, stretching far back to before conventionally recorded human history.

Were I planning never to come back it might make sense to review lives {plural} before passing. To synthesise all into a whole.

Of course I am prepared to accept that I might be totally and utterly wrong or misguided. But the pattern is appealing to my penchant for neat arrangements however temporary they may be.

Mdina – Malta -Dream Follow Up

September 11, 2025September 11, 2025 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

I first landed at Malta airport in mid-late August 1974. I was nine years old and flying from Lusaka to Heathrow. I was about to start my 11^th year incarcerated in an English preparatory school in Gloucestershire. As a child of the dawn I woke my mother to see dawn from 30,000 feet as we approached the island. It was a refuelling stop. My mother being a creature of the night was not overly impressed. By this time I already had ~50,000 air miles under my belt and I had a BOAC captain’s logbook to get filled in, another 5,000 miles to add to my tally.

Something very deep was touched as we approached the craggy light-brown rocks pinking in the sun. I knew this place, it seemed.

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The last time we went to Malta was at Easter in 2015. At the time I was keeping a poo blood diary to note symptoms. Not long after I was diagnosed with bowel cancer. I had a T3 tumour removed on 2^nd July 2015. On this visit we went to Mdina and remarked that inside its walls would be an interesting place to live. Properties within the walls are not for sale often. When they are the likes of Sotheby’s and Christie’s have them on their books.

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Clearly these are way out of our price range!!

I visited the airport a number of times on the way to school in the 70s and went to the island for another holiday around 1990. There was déjà vu of a profound kind, to the core.

My understanding of the link relates to my Christian priest-soldier life around 800 years ago. This is entwined with the first Sicily visits. {Insofar as I can tell} In this life I met my end in the oxymoronically named holy land. I was executed on a beach by “Arabs”. I had been under “protection” but there was political upheaval and that protection no longer held for the rebel faction. There were a number of us killed that night and early into the dawn. I can still smell burning oil used for torches. If I flare my nostrils now I can scent it. I can hear the drums and the noise.

I belonged to an order and wore the rosy cross over my chain mail. My function was largely scholastic and I was welcomed by Jew and Arab alike. For us knowledge was more important than creed. Here I was exposed to Kabbalah and to science. I had licence to travel where those of my creed were not usually welcome. I made several visits by sea. We found ways to speak amongst us and using Latin was one of those. The “sultan” wanted to be kept up dated as to progress as did the head of my order. I was accustomed to meet both separately.

Weird that Mdina should pop into my dreams, not so weird for Malta. I have been looking at houses to buy near where I went to school in Gloucestershire. It is a 1974 vibe in a way…

Having had a former abode at Mdina is consistent with my liking for the place, a kind of home. It was not my real home in that life, though I did spend time there with my studies. Home was in a green part of France. Where I was clergy to a village by a river. From time to time duty called me away.