Tag: dream

Hegseth – Metreweli – Dream Snippet 19-06-2025

~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

This snippet follows on from a feeling of having at edge of consciousness.

Yesterday afternoon late I had a strong sensation of Peter Hegseth at the periphery of consciousness, there was an awareness of him meeting Trump. And then subsequently just him.

This from late last night.

The snippet starts with some kind of “zoom” like call between the USA and London. For whatever reason Hegseth is talking with Ms. Metreweli the head of MI6 in waiting. I know her face from the news. Even more bizarrely I am somehow linked to this conversation. This conversation goes on for a while. They are developing their working relationship and understanding.

The snippet ends. I am surprised that these should spring into the dreaming.

On waking this morning, I look up the name of the new head of MI6 and read a wiki page about Hegseth.

I look up my uncle’s MBE citation and see it was signed my Major General J M Kirkman who was head of Military Intelligence Berlin in 1950. The implication being that my uncle was MI too.

The feeling this morning is that something weirdly masonic is in the air.

Quantum Telepathy – High Technology – Telekinesis Dream 12-06-2025

~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

We watched the Korean language film Mission: Cross last night. Here is last night’s dream.

The dream starts in a highly secretive high technology laboratory. There are optical tables, optics, lasers and racks of electronics. Around the lab are semiconductor production and testing facilities. The complex is largely underground and the lab is equipped with seismometers. The room has no windows and is lit artificially.

I can see a young light skinned Asian man with jet black hair. He is of Chinese or Korean origin, not Japanese. The sense is that we are in Korea, or Singapore of China. He is casually dressed in jeans and a white polo shirt. He is attached to some electrodes at his temples. In the room wearing white cleanroom lab coats are a mixture of men and women, similarly Asian and in their thirties and forties. The concentration is intense. They are speaking an oriental language I do not understand. I can see through his eyes. They are exhorting him, particularly one man who is in charge. He is getting in the face of the young man telling him to move the experimental subject with his mind. He is not wearing a lab coat.

The young man is getting annoyed and tells him to back off. I hear the Asian words and only understand them in English directly from his mind. We somehow know each other from before. There is a printed circuit board with short wire connectors which plug in via a gold pin contact. There are pins at each end. The young man, at amazing speed, telekinetically detaches the wire and fires it at the backside of his tormentor. One end of the wire passes through the trousers and into the buttocks. One can see a red wire embedded in the man by gold pin, dangling about a foot in length with another gold pin contact shining in the light. The man winces in pain and surprise. The man backs off.

The young man and I know that the best way to gather statistically reliable data for “tele” properties is to use the interaction of telepathy on quantum entangled states of good coherence time. These could be optically prepared entangled ion trap states in a quantum-ion “memory” or with entangled photon pairs.  These could be free space or in fibre high fidelity photon pairs. Because entanglement is information rather than matter such an interaction would be telepathic and not telekinetic. By enhancing the decoherence rate of prepared state with telepathic effort it should be possible to prove that the effort has caused an outcome. This would be the first part of quantum telepathy which should enable further studies after the scepticisms have been overcome by some initial data. He and I both know that this is the best way. Decoherence is easier than entanglement.

The dream ends.

What is your diagnosis, Bob?

~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

–

–

I had a difficult night last night with a lot of pain. This usually happens after I visit Torquemada the physiotherapist. It settles down over the next few days and is generally much better because of his ministrations. He said, “let’s hope you don’t have even more pathologies.”

Some more blood tests results are due and I am sanguine about them. It took many months of rapidly worsening health for the wife’s Myeloma diagnosis. This after a very scary mis-diagnosis which had me contacting people assuming a strict time pressure.

My list of ills is relatively long and we could use Bob’s simple diagnosis. It is unlikely that there will be some overarching diagnosis which explains everything.

We can’t turn back time. And there are many things in life which cannot be fixed, solved or otherwise put right. Social conditioning suggests that an apology can make things better. An apology does not alter Karma and forced begrudging “false” apology makes things worse karmically speaking. If there is some genuine acceptance then that might take the sting out of the accrued karma, a little. What our parents tell us in kindergarten does not really work, “say sorry to Sally for nicking her Maltesers!!” It is a pretence often.

During the night I had a brief dreaming segment concerning Myeloma UK. It had occurred to me if we move back to get involved there. I have probably read more medical-disease-epidemiology papers than most. When I have interacted from here, I have come across a UK based parochialism, “that is the way we do things here!”  Best clinical practice in France, Europe and the USA is not followed due to the accountants at NICE. In a real sense if you do it well first time, it saves money instead of doing multiple rounds of cheaper less effective treatments.

Luckily the patent on Revlimid has expired.

There is a well paid career path in charity management and I am not entirely convinced that the high salaries are justified. I find the heavily PR oriented and sanitised Web presences a little unreal. I understand that they want to give hope, but they do airbrush reality. I understand that they are not aimed at the likes of me. They are often not very real and people revert to blogs and video from genuine human beings. Things need a human face not some corporate blah.

When I was looking for a job, I got interviewed for several board positions. Because I was a bit young and not one of the gang and all praising, I did not get the job. I was asked what I could bring. I said new ways of thinking, some energy and something fresh. Comfortable places with cobwebs don’t like that sort of thing. People in power although they like the theoretical idea of a functioning challenging board, do not really.  Itchy back disease is prevalent. I am more than 90% sure that I would have brought, eventually, positive change. I am very organised and good at process.

Apple carts do not like to be upset.

Sometime gatekeepers keep useful people at bay.

Anyway, only my alpha-globulins have come back low. Low alpha 1 can mean alpha-1 antitrypsin deficiency which can cause lung problems like COPD and wheezing!! This can be genetic…

Both alpha 1 and alpha 2 low can mean liver problems.

What do you reckon Bob?

–

–

Ultra-vivid – Tablet – Nightclub Dream – 10-06-2025

~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

This dream from just before 3 AM was of a new kind for me.

The dream opens in a UK city centre where there are lots of old-style shopping arcades. It is late at night. We are very urban and centre of town. The streets are emptying into various nightclubs; there are kebab vans and food stalls.

I find myself in a poorly lit basement nightclub. It is cavernous and with a high specification sound system and light show. There are a lot of people there all much younger than me. The crowd is predominantly white though there are some people from Asian and African origin there. They all consider themselves the “in” crowd. The club is expensive, exclusive and elite.

I am sat in a booth with a tall skinny man dressed in a black goth suit with winkle picker shoes. He has a dyed black “Ramones” style haircut and is holding court.  He sees that I am less impressed than others so he slides a small jet black tablet or pill across the table towards me. It is shaped like the male part of a push button fastener and textured on the flat collar.

–

–

He is leaning towards me and in a sense daring me to take it. He holds my gaze for a long time. I reach out and take the pill which I swallow with water. He eases himself back into his seat.

I can feel the pill start to “come up”. There is a bodily sensation of warmth and a sense of pupil dilation. I can feel my heart rate increase alarmingly and then calm. I am at first unsure if the heart will fail, then relax. I do not know what it is that I have swallowed. I feel fully alive almost immortal.

The room changes a little. I can see vividly all the people moving in time lapse and hear all of their conversations above the music. I see their “elite” faces extensively made up and styled as mask-like. Behind their facades I see their true natures. I can see animations of their motivations, fears and desires. It plays out in my mind’s eye. Despite the outer show many are deeply unhappy and some downright nasty.

I can hear some of their thoughts about each other. I see a young woman in a silver tasselled mini-dress look directly at me. I can hear her wondering what an old decrepit relic like me is doing in the midst of the young and the “it”. I can taste a hint of pity. She turns for comfort to those surrounding her.

Around the air, the mood, is of a concealed frantic below the outer show of glitz and hedonism. I realise it unwise to look at eyes because what I see behind is not pleasant nor calm. There is a stark vivid contrast between the outer and the inner.

The skinny man looks at me. I say that for the first time in years I need a cigarette because of what I have seen. In contrast to me he likes what the drug portrays, the darknesses within. It is where he lives and operates. He says that there is a news stand / booth outside which still sells cigarettes.

I leave the club and go to find the booth. I ask for a packet of cigarettes and the woman by the till says they are £20 a pack. I look down into my wallet and it is full of blue money notes amongst which is a £20 pound note.

I hand it to the woman who gives me a pack of cigarettes. I stand and look at the night time economy and its participants out on the streets in the early hours of the morning.

As I awake, I am almost tired by the vivid nature of the dream just had.

The dream ends.

Hip Pin Removal – Jersey Incentives – Russian Passport Dream – 07-06-2025

~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

Here is last night’s dream.

The dream starts in a medical consultation on the island of Jersey. I am with the wife in a consultation room and a male doctor is looking at the x-rays of my left hip on an old fashioned backlit viewer. He is discussing that it is bad practice to leave a Titanium implant in long after the joint has recovered. It will make operating on my hip more difficult. He shows the extra bits of bone he will have to chip away.

The scene now changes to some kind of real estate / lawyers / Jersey corporation offices. We are consulting about moving to Jersey and the locals are offering an incentive for us so to do. They are explaining the ins and outs of buying property in Jersey, the law concerning company set ups and tax advantages. They mention local investment incentives and what kind of residency permits we might need in order to buy property. They say that it is best to be very thorough at the start.

The scene changes and I am on transport to Russia. It is not a train or a plane but somehow somewhere in between. A man in Russian army uniform with a big wide brimmed army hat is walking along the aisles checking passports. He gets to my row and ushers me to stand up in the aisle. He asks to see my passport. I give him by current blue-black one. In it is a special small visa document. He asks me the recent history of my passport applications. I say that I applied in Farnham and then in France. He looks at the passport and says that it is in order. He looks at the visa and reads it. He says, “Doctor Taylor we will be very pleased to welcome you to our motherland Russia!” He clicks his heels together, salutes and hands my passport back. I thank him and sit back down in my seat.

The dream ends.