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Earth Dawn – Arabic – Hidden Doorway – Rasta Seer Dream 15-09-23

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At 06:45 I had a bathroom break and went to bed unsure if I would get back to sleep. I thought to myself lie here and see what dreams might come.

 I drift off and from space I see a planet isolated in space. It is blue and green and white. I know that this planet is the earth. Around it I can see a bright white disc of light, a corona. This layer, atmosphere of light, gradually thickens until it is around 10% of the planetary diameter. The layer implodes and then explodes into a four pointed star of white light. The earth cannot be seen only the light. The points of the star are sharp and about five planetary diameters long at maximum length. They are at the four cardinal directions, emanating from the North and South poles with an East-West perpendicular. After reaching maximum extension they disappear leaving the planet isolated in space without its white light corona.

I know in the dream that I must meditate on this and re-run the vision of the formation of the four pointed star. The dream coincides with sunrise here in France. I have the sensation that something dramatic has happened for the planet. I consciously rebuild the image several times over.

The image fades.

The next dream starts on a large ferry boat. I am sat in the library of the boat. The boat has been purchased for educational purchases but few of the people are using it thus. They are in the bar and the games room. The captain announces that he encourages people to explore the boat and to see what other facilities there are. Some people come to sit at the same table as me. They try to take a couple of my books. I say that I have already loaned them from the librarian. I show them the front of the books where there is a slip of paper with loans on. The loan slips have my name handwritten in blue-black ink and a date stamp which is current for me. The books are texts of physics and chemistry together with ancient occult treatises. These latter manuscripts are very valuable and rare. I have been studying them a long time. The people are surprised at the contrast. I explain that it is natural to me.

The dream shifts to a country estate. We are letting a landowner onto the property. She is wearing a waxed “home counties” style shooting jacket and has a shotgun split in the crook of her left arm. She warns that they have let the dogs off the leash. There are two yappy black dogs and a border collie. I give the collie my fist and he holds it in his mouth we are playing a pulling game of sorts. The woman remarks that I now have a friend and that she, the collie, is rarely like that with any human outside their immediate family.

We carry on around the property and to the place where it adjoins the sea. The woman and the daughter say that this cove is their favourite bit. I point South. I say that I prefer the view of the massif across the strait. There above the azure blue sea I can see a fortress in the bright Mediterranean sun. We are making our way along a cliff side path. I don’t like having people behind me on the path and I come to a tricky bit on the path. I say that I am going to have to sit down because I am getting vertigo. I am stuck. I say that they can take the higher path on the cliff face and I will meet them on the other side.

I sit down. I then edge along the path and around the corner of a rock. Hewn into the cliff face is kind of terrace. On that terrace is a small single slat wooden bench. There is a wooden door painted in a dark pastel blue. I can see the grains of the wood and the rushes on the seat put there for comfort. The door is of antiquity. There is a metal ring about the size of my fist at waist height to right hand side of the door. I shout out, “look there is a hidden door!”

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A voice answers in Arabic that this is the door of El Shab Abdul bin Shamir or something like that. I cannot recall the exact name but it sounds like this and ends in bin —mir. The woman and two young people, men, are coming in the opposite direction along the path. She is speaking Arabic saying that this is the place he {Abdul} came to meditate and it opens into his garden. In the dream I can understand Arabic because of my crusader-priest life.

They round the corner and sit with me on the terrace. There is a suitable rock of a metre or so on the terrace. As she sits her long hair in corn row dreadlocks falls around her shoulders and reaches to the ground. One of her companions plays with her hair and says that she is Rasta. I smile because I knew some Rastafarians. She is half caste and resembles a young Whoopi Goldberg. She has dazzling blue eyes and I know her to be a seeress of some considerable prowess.

She switches to English and we discuss that from time to time she sees the long dead owner of the garden. I say, “his spirit?” “Yes” she replies. “He is a most unusual being.” “I too come here for solace from time to time.”

Unlike for the others there is no need for she and I to open the physical door. We are suddenly on the other side in a small yet exquisite ornamental garden reminiscent of the Alhambra with water fountains and immaculate planting. We are strolling along and I have the profound sense of having met this woman before. The familiarity if strong.

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The scene changes and I am outside a European castle gate. The country is verdant. We are stood by a weir which controls the flow of water through the castle and to the castle fishponds. These ponds are used to provision the castle folk. Every spring they open the sluices for a while to allow the fish from the river into the ponds and to refresh the water. It is the time of the salmon run. People are dressed mediaeval style. There is much excitement because there is plenty to eat after a harsh and boring winter menu. The keeper of the sluice ceremonially starts to open them. The flow is slow at first. Small fish are swimming up the weir. To one side I notice a large silver male salmon leaping up the weir. It has transformed into its breeding shape.  I shout. Everyone looks. There is much joy because the annual salmon run has begun.

I wake up and feel slightly overwhelmed. It is 8:15 AM. What is only a short time in earth time has seemed like an eternity in dream time.

* I have “memories” of verdant Europe, France and a more scorched Mediteranean. The sense of time is around 800 years ago, plus or minus.

Thunder Cats – Patents – Dream 11-05-23

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Here is last night’s dream it is another out of the blue.

The dream starts in a busy open office environment there are many people milling about. There is a lot of noise and the people are mostly “young guns” wearing grey business suits. It has a feel of the city of London, but it is not there. There is a lot of excitement. 

On a screen in the corner is a camera pointing at a stock board at the London Stock Exchange. One can see a blank board and it is before the exchange opens for the day. An initial public offering has been made by the company and everyone is waiting to see if the share price starts higher than that of the offering.

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I find myself in the midst of chaos. There has been a lot of investment and many people have been employed but I can see nobody who is going to get down and do the hands on work. There are too many suits.  I shout out, “Do we need any more intellectual property? “No”, is the answer.

I ask who is in charge of patents. Amidst all the youngish British men a more mature tall and slim woman puts up her hand. “I am”, she says in a Californian accent. I say to her that we need to talk and could she find us a quiet place.

On the building opposite I can see the Thundercats logo projected. It pertains to the company and we and most especially I have this logo. In the dream I am slightly surprised on one level but not on another.

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The patent lady and I walk off out of the noise and struggle to find a quiet room to the side of the office. Once we are in, I say to her than we need more quiet spaces amongst the bedlam.  Which she agrees with. We sit down and she outlines that there is indeed need for further intellectual property which is more to do with applications and extensions. I ask her how come they recruited so many suits. She shrugs her shoulders and says that it was not her idea. I ask her to scope out in detail more of her ideas concerning applications.

A young man comes running to the door and knocks. “I am sorry to disturb you but there is a man at the front desk who keeps asking for you and he won’t go away.  He says that he knows you.” I say to the patent lady that I will be back and go with the young man to the front desk.

When I get there, it is Prof. TJ. He says that can we go for a walk and have and “off the record” chat. He has come up with an application for the intellectual property and would like to discuss it. He has in mind, using it to buy some shares in the company and joining in. We walk off into an industrial estate and he outlines his ideas.

The dream ends. 

Patents-VCs-Dream-19-02-18

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Here is this morning’s dream. Last night we watched Dragons’ Den on TV and I had another dream of its ilk earlier in the night which I cannot recall.

I arrive at some swanky offices in London and go into reception. It is plush and modern with a glass fronted airy atrium. The security guards at the desk take my name and give me a badge to wear. They direct me to a holding area / outer office. I am suited and booted but with no tie.

The PA greets me. In the holding area there is another man sat. He is clutching documentation and a tablet computer. I tell the lady, who is smartly dressed, that I am here for a 10 o’clock appointment. It is 9:24AM. The other guy is about to go “in”. Knowing that I am, as per usual, early, I ask the PA how the timing and schedule is going. “Is it Swiss?”, I ask. She says, “not quite” with a wink. So, I say that I will pop out for a coffee and come back. She points me in the direction of the canteen. I say I would rather go to a coffee shop; she is unhappy about this as it threatens her scheduling. She doubts I will be back on time.

I head off into town and find a coffee shop. I sit at one table and am joined by three other people. They do not notice me and are deep in heated discussion. I can see that they have a design for a beam steering column to be used in conjunction with a microscope. They are discussing a possible patent application. The younger one is talking the others through the design drawings which are in clear view on the table.

Just as they are about to leave, I say that the design looks OK but that is doesn’t look all that novel to me. Anyone “skilled in the art” might have come up with it, they need to find a better angle or way of doing it. They are a bit shocked.

I look down at my watch it is 9:55AM. I had better leg it back. I get in my car and drive fast through the traffic back to the office.

As I arrive the other guy is coming “out”, clutching his documents. I wish him luck.

I sit in a chair close to the open door which leads to the inner office it is now 10:02AM.

Through the ajar door one of the posh geezers says that I had better come in. In the room there are a number of men (~4-5) dressed in expensive suits and “Rolex” type watches. They are having their coffee refreshed. The first man ushers me towards some chairs facing the men whom I know to be rich VC types. I say that I would prefer to stand. Which I do facing the semi-circle of investors. I have no documentation or IT. Just me. I am very relaxed.

The PA leaves the room and one of the men there says that I should tell them about myself.

I start off on the cancer and tutorial story. I can sense their eyes glazing over and the thought “time waster” starting to manifest. One says, “That explains why we haven’t heard anything from you or about you!”

I then say that I have also been looking at and delving into patents. I know a patentable idea when I see one and I have a couple sketched out. This sparks their interest a little more. The tone and the mood in the room suddenly changes. One of them who is the lead turns to another and mutters something under his breath. I have their attention now.     

At that point I start engaging them in a very relaxed manner. “What kinds of investment opportunities are you (plural) looking for? “

Because thy have been sat all morning listening, they welcome the chance to speak for a bit, so they begin.

The dream ends.

Working With Dreams

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Before I start to delve into my Attack Themed dreams I am going to talk a little about working with dreams.

I have a pet theory.

“Face is one of the most expensive and destructive follies of our human existence.”

People will do all sorts of stuff to try to preseve the Samsaric illusion of face. They will lie, maim and argue the toss. People do some truly dark shit to try to save “face”.

I have had some dreams in which I am attacked over and over. People who would not consider themselves evil are capable of a malevolence which they deem justifiable. From an evolutionary point of view, it is emotionally primitive, primordial even, evil. They would never accept that they are evil.

My secondary predilection after dreaming is for the clarity of the East, which makes me, in that context, a stalker of/in time. In the context of the eternal now, time is not quite as linear as physics would have us believe. The dreaming being out of matter is not so beholden to the laws of matter, one of which is “linear” time, the entropic arrow of disorder. We are counter entropic beings, one day we lose that battle and pop our clogs. Earth to earth, dust to dust.

 I’ll make a statement.

It is impossible to rush dreaming, dreaming needs time to coalesce.

Impatience and dreaming are not good bedfellows. Relaxation and abandon are key. Firm conclusions are an anathema to dreaming, any “conclusion” must be fluid and provisional. Grasping and latching on to interpretations is unwise. Dreaming in, is a practice of fluidity.

Early on I had prescient dreams. I would dream at night and the next day those dreams played out on campus in South Kensington. I have had dreams which have taken a decade to manifest. I have noted the death of some people in the dream with a physical plane temporal accuracy. If you keep a “lab book” you can cross reference. I also “see” dead people in dreams.

Of course I could be prone to confirmation bias, seeing connections which are not really there, because I want to. I am not a concluding kangaroo jumping forever to rigid conclusions.

In order to work with dreams, you might need a hypothesis. You could get all anal and Germanic. Or you could use the working hypothesis that the dreamer, your Soul, is trying to guide the physical plane you, the dreamed. If that is the case it implies that following the guidance in dreams is wise. There is a major caveat. The dreamer may suggest things contrary to your ambitions and desires. You may not like the “advice” and throw your toys out of the cot. The control junkie personality is unwilling to hand the steering wheel over to the dreamer. Although we may deem otherwise control is an illusion. We can micromanage during a day, but life has a bag of spanners which it enjoys chucking at us.

It takes courage to follow dreams.

To surrender the control is not for the feint of heart. One must be bold.

At the moment I am still working with the Human Puzzle dream. Subsequent to that I had many dreams which pointed to something unknown. The unknown, by definition, has few clues. One has to use the four postulates of stalking.

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Which says be humble, don’t get attached but do get busy. It says expectations are silly.

Concrete mind does not like the uncertainty of dreaming.

To work with dreams, one needs to relax and to let go. But you must be in it for the duration to find out where the journey goes.

I have no idea what, if anything, will come along before I go to the crem.

Dreams With a Quantum Reference

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900-Year-Old Cloth Dream 24-11-20

Currently not sleeping very well. I suspect my body is starting to produce more acetylcholine after smoking cessation and it hasn’t got the balance right yet.

I am walking through a leafy park across an open gravelled space. I know this place to be Kensington.  I pass TJ whom I haven’t seen for over 15 years. He does a double take and recognises me. He gives me a small business card and a map. The business card is an invitation to an event at his university and is written partially in Arabic. The map shows how to find the venue on campus. I look at the date and it is for March next year. I return the invitation and map to him saying that I cannot attend. He is insistent and persuasive and tries to get me to take the invitation. I say that I cannot because I will be at home in Italy and it costs over a £100 per trip to come to the UK by car both in money for petrol and in coffee. He says that I really should try. Again, I politely decline. I congratulate him on his inauguration and say that I enjoyed his last paper. Which in the dream I have read and which demonstrates quantum entanglement of electronic spin wavefunctions in surface states. The entanglement is temporal and corresponds to the imaginary part of the wave function. He moves off.

I then enter a large semi-permanent marquee on a lawn. In the entrance area there are a lot of young women, smartly dressed, as if for an evening event. Somehow, they know me and ask me questions. I say that to me they do not look very happy. This they vehemently deny and wish to argue with me. I ask them; “how many of you are happy more than 50% of the time?” Many of them put their hands up. I walk over to them and say bullshit, bullshit, bullshit to several of them in turn. I turn to one of the young women and ask if she thinks her friends and colleagues are telling the truth about being happy.  She says that she thinks they are lying. At which point several of them now concur and admit that they are not generally happy. One of the most vehement deniers now sidles up to me in a friendly way and wants to dance with me. We move into the main part of the marquee and onto a dance floor.

Off the dance floor there is a glass construction which has waist high walls, is shaped like a corridor and has automatic opening and closing doors. The entire structure is lined with a pastel peach piece of cloth. The “corridor” is about one foot under water.

Two other smartly dressed young women come over to me, one is tall the other normal height. They have a quaisi religious role in whatever ceremony is taking place. I am joined by my wife. They say that they would very much like for us to walk down the corridor for them. I approach the entrance door and it opens. I am wet by a wave of water. I step through and the door closes. I then walk along the cloth and exit by the far door. My wife follows suite. I then ask the women what is so special about the cloth. The shorter one says that it is only brought out of storage every 900 years and hence this event is extremely rare. The cloth is substantially older than 900 years old. I ask her do they have records of the last time it was brought out of storage. No, they do not, but it is what the legend of their order says.

She offers to show me around. We are led out of the marquee and into a large private house. We come across a very simple but exquisite altar and in the far corner of the room a man is playing a white grand piano. He has crazy out of control wispy hair. I know this room; I have been here before. I know the man. I say to the woman that I came here before to ask the man about my mind, but he was unable to help. This house is his.

She says that he is not rich and is very humble. I point out that given the size of the house and its location Kensington, it must be worth over £5 million pounds. I ask by what scale is that not rich?

Dream ends….

Lost Marbles Dream 1-12-20

I had a restless night because my knee was playing up. I took paracetamol and ibuprofen and managed to nod off sometime after 3:30 am.

I am on a large grassy area in front of some kind of low-rise apartment block. I am naked but wearing trainers. In my hand I have a small string bag full of marbles. In the dream I understand that my nakedness is a metaphor for having nothing to hide. Various people try to chase me and catch me so as to send me to a place of “safety”. Each time someone tries to get hold of me one or two marbles escaped from my bag. They think that I need to go to Samaritans because I am a suicide risk. The men who are trying to chase me are not so quick as me and they are easy to evade. The number or marbles in my bag remains constant despite it shedding a few. In the dream I know that this is a metaphor for people thinking that I have lost my marbles because I do not think like them, whereas I am in fact in full possession of my marbles and it is just their mis-perception.

I escape from the grassy field and am now jogging freely along a street in a city at night time. I am not sure where I am but can see what looks to be a high street up ahead. I know that there will be signs there so I jog off in that direction. I run past two small yappy dogs. They bark around my ankles and try to bite me. So, I lash out at them with my leg. {I do this in real life in bed, my leg moves suddenly and painfully}. This warns the dogs off and I carry on.

I see an open space with a large shipping container covered in a tarpaulin. I pull myself up onto the shipping container and check my string bag of marbles. It will be a good place to rest. In the morning, I lower myself down of the container thinking, that given my bad leg, it was not such a good idea in the first place. On descending my leg hurts but is not too bad. Out of curiosity I open the container up and walk in. On the wall at about head hight a small white circle is painted. I understand that this is a target where those about to be executed by firing squad stand to be shot. This is where people who oppose those in power get “shot”.

In one corner I can see D who is dismembering some apparatus and what looks like an old oven door. He has a handle in his hand and is intending to throw it away. I understand that I am amongst those who are to be “shot”, gotten rid of. Someone hands me a six way crosspiece of UHV vacuum kit, it is shiny and has a pair of windows on each axis X, Y, Z. “They” want to know if I know what it is. I take it off them and have a look. I can see that the windows are very slightly damaged because they have had a deep UV excimer laser passing through them, this leaves a ghostly imprint. I can see the sample and know it to be a nitrogen vacancy centre diamond sample to be used in quantum experiments. I say this. “They” are surprised.

So, prompted I sit down in the lotus position and adopt mudra in my left and right hands.  I begin to chant softly “om mane padme hum” {the jewel in the centre of the lotus}. After doing this for some time “They” do not know what to do so they say that we are free to go and that we will not be “shot”. I motion to the others in the shipping container that we had better leave before they change their minds. Which we do.

Dream ends

No Phone Dream 18-3-21

I had a short snippet of a dream this morning.

I am in a large hall full of people. It is some kind of academic conference on quantum communication and non-linear optics. The hall is very busy, people are registering for the conference and collecting their lanyards with identity badges on. I sit down at one of the desks to register. Opposite me are two young women and a slightly older man, who is the “boss” of the table. He starts filling out a form on his laptop which will subsequently generate an identity card. He comes to a data entry point asking for a professional telephone number, a home land line and a mobile phone number. I explain to him that I do not have any of these. He does not believe me. He indicates that he thinks that I am taking the piss. I reiterate that I do not have any of these. He cannot progress my registration for the conference because the computer programme requires these data entry points. I ask, “am I therefore forbidden to attend, am I unacceptable?” He looks flummoxed. So, I get up and walk out of the hall.

Dream ends.

*In real life I do not have a land line, nor a professional telephone number, nor a personal mobile phone number. We have a pay as you go mobile which we use as a land line and for security authentication for online purchases. I think that I have probably made less than five telephone calls in the last twelve months and each of these less than a minute in duration. No phone is therefore close to a reality, and in this day and age.

Japanese Embassy – Patent – Dream 14-07-2021

Here is this morning’s dream.

In my hands I have a patent application on paper. I am walking through the corridors of the London office of the Intellectual Property Office. There are smartly dressed people everywhere. I enter a room where one can file patent applications by hand and on paper. There is a smartly dressed young woman sat behind a desk. I explain that I want to submit an application but because I am not a lawyer and am representing my own intellectual property nobody is taking me seriously. She asks a little of my background. She then writes on a piece of card a long code beginning with the letter K. She hands this to me and suggests that I go to the Whitehall office and hand them this code. This code means that they will take me more seriously. I thank her and leave her office. Once more I am walking down the corridor.

At the end of the corridor, I open a door, and this leads me into the reception area of the Japanese Embassy. There are several men and women on the welcome desk. They seem surprised to see me appearing in their foyer.  A man in his thirties in an old-style suit says hello and asks me to explain how I got there. I say that I was trying to file a patent application. He asks on what subjects. I say “quantum optics and entangled photon pairs” his ears prick up. He says that this is something we in Japan are very interested in. From beneath the counter, he pulls out an old-style document holder briefcase. He intimates that they would be helpful if my application was filed in Japan. Hinting that they would bear the costs of translating the application into Japanese. He wants me to hand him the application to put in the briefcase.

I briefly come to and make a mental note of the dream. I then drift back off.

In the dream I can now see a Japanese translation of my patent application. Each paragraph and each diagram have a very light violet coloured stamp of two kanji, two Japanese characters. The kanji are tiny but easily visible because they are glowing somewhat.

I awake thinking that is weird, because it all seemed so very realistic.

Threefold Ginormous Mess Dream 17-01-23

It is impossible to recall all of this because it went on for a very long time both before and after a short waking break. Here is the gist.

The dream starts in a very upmarket high specification domestic kitchen. I am tasked with cooking a meal therein. However, the kitchen is an absolute “bomb site”. All the surfaces are covered with plates, condiments, and debris. I remonstrate to the owner that they need to clear this mess up if they want me to cook. The mess is huge and it is of their making. The owner does not accept that the mess is a) bad and b) of their own making. I start to try to cook on the range. I have a clean pan and am able to gather some ingredients together in the sink. It is very difficult to work with all the heavily cluttered surfaces. I know in the dream that this is a metaphor for a huge mess in the web of life made by others. It is not my responsibility to clean up this mess but until it is cleared I cannot “cook” or do anything meaningful.

I am now in a laboratory setting. The laboratory is beyond chaotic. There are glassware and books everywhere. There are lab electronics, computers and displays. The optical table is littered with unmounted optics. The place is very unkempt. Again, I know that the mess is not of my making. The algorithm for convergence, a variational quantum method, is failing to converge. With each day it is more and more divergent. I know that we could use Møller-Plesset perturbation theory with a large basis set. A larger basis set is perhaps the answer. This might help the problem to converge. But the lab owners fail to accept that the mess is of their origin, so there is no chance that they will listen to my advice.

I am now in a house in South London. I am trying to figure out a way to solve the mess. A black woman is looking into my house. On the floor are rubble, empty cans and strips of pharmaceuticals. This is not the ideal place for me to work. The havoc in my house has not been caused by me. The terrible mess has been made by others. In the background I can hear, “They should not have killed Biko, Biko never trouble no one.” The black woman sighs and turns away.

Dream ends.

Quantum Key Distribution Dream 08-09-23

Here is this morning’s dream…

The dream starts with an internet Skype like call. I am speaking with an ex-student of mine. I can see him on the lap-top screen and he can see me. We are talking and there is a large amount of background noise and his image is juddering. I can see that he is flying a helicopter over some mountains. One of his friends has recently died and he would like to come visit to talk about this with me. He is on holiday with his father in the Swiss-French alps. I agree and he says that he will be here in a few days’ time.

 I think it odd that he is flying a helicopter but knew that his family are very wealthy.

He turns up with his father and I invite them in. We start talking about how he buried his friend. There were not many people at the ceremony and he said that it was very strange seeing someone his own age in a coffin. He had touched the coffin after it was placed in the grave as did his friend’s mother. She had freaked out a bit and he was concerned for her. I say that death touches all of us in different ways and that before grief there can often be denial. It sounds like that is what is happening. I say that I need to go and fetch something from outside.

As I come back into the house, I note the father’s car. It is a top of the range Mercedes convertible, bespoke even. I notice on the back of it the letters QKD. In the dream they stand out for me.

I go back inside. I say to the father, “Is that one of the new Quantum Key enabled prototypes?”

“Yes, it is fully Quantum Key enabled and if I need to make secure transactions, I can do it from the car while I am en route.”

I am impressed. I heard about these but have not seen one. The implication is that the father is very wealthy indeed a special client of the banks.

The ex-student says that I should tell his father about my patent applications.

I say to the father that I have two old patents concerning EUV and one for an entangled pair photon source. I say that this device could be integrated into a Quantum Key Distribution device.

His ears prick up. He reaches into a briefcase and pulls out a piece of paper. The paper is an email. On the top is his email address together with that of one of his technical people and his lawyer.

He says to get in contact with them with more details.

His ‘phone rings and he starts to speak animatedly in French.

The dream ends and I know that it is pointing towards looking again at Quantum Key Distribution.

Quantum Confinement in Water Clusters Dream 14-12-23.

I am just recalling a dream from the other night.

In the dream I am examining clathrate-like structures of water clusters and considering them from a permutation-inversion point group basis. These structures are icosahedra surrounded by larger icosahedra. They are fluxional yet stable. They are by way of proton traps and the allowed energy levels for the proton wave functions are confined and therefore quantised. They are by way of trapped protons, confined.  More than one proton may be found in these traps and as a consequence the proton wave-functions are entangled. Because the potential barriers in the hypersurfaces are low, geometrical tunnelling occurs. Or rather it can be explained that way.

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I have found a way to make these structures and isolate them at liquid nitrogen like temperatures. They are a new class of material, proton quantum traps.

In the adjacent building there is a new kind of electron microscope which operates at very low beam currents and yet offers atomic resolution. It does not damage. It is equipped with cryo-transfer. I can walk across the corridor between my building and into his. He is in the basement and is of Chinese like appearance. The sense is that we are in Singapore.

I get across the corridor but do not have the access code to enter the building. I call down to him and he speaks to security who let me access the building. I go to the lift to get down to the basement. Again, I do not have the security swipe card needed. The ‘phone no longer works because the building is shielded for scientific purposes. The impinging EM radiation is kept to as low as possible. I look at the liquid nitrogen Dewar in which my samples are. I look at the security measures.

I cannot get down to the basement because I am not allowed. I do not have clearance. The structures will melt and there is nothing I can do about it.

Dream ends…

InAs Molecular Beam Epitaxy Dream – 07-03-2024

This is about as far out of the blue as one can get…

The dream starts in a semiconductor clean room. The laboratory is large scale and there are a number of molecular beam kits together with fume hoods and ancillary diagnostic equipment. I am talking with a dark-haired man who has a feint Irish accent. It is his facility.

“We have asked you here to help us with our InAs growth program”, he says.

I say that I will start to read up on it. To my mind’s eye come various physical review type journal articles.

He says, “that is good, but we would like you to get involved with the practical side of things.”

He introduces me to a young man with fair hair. He opens the load lock to the molecular beam epitaxy (MBE) kit and introduces an etched wafer. He closes the load lock. The chamber pumps down as we wait for the wafer to outgas. When ready it is transferred to the growth chamber.

In the growth chamber we use the in-situ atomic force microscope to examine the morphology. The wafer needs to anneal at high temperature under an Arsenic over pressure in order to make it smoother and to clean up the atomic height step edges.

The man opens the Arsenic flux and starts to ramp up the temperature.

The lab dog, a spaniel, starts running around like a mad one and goes into the communal seating area.

From the lab there is a large ceiling to floor window which looks out onto a village style crossroads. I see a red bus go past and a woman on a bicycle.

I say to the man that not a lot happens here and that I had forgotten how much waiting there was in MBE growth. Growing one atomic layer per second takes a while.

They are interested in InAs as an optical emitter and are thinking of trying to get quantum dot behavior.

In the dream I knew that this is a follow on from yesterday.

Dream ends…

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InAs is a iii-v semiconductor. It therefore highlights the jewels 3,5 and 8.

*  In real life around twenty years ago I examined several Ph.D. theses on InAs MBE growth with inter alia Scanning Tunnelling Microscopy, quantum dots, luminescence and FTIR studies.

The Not Being Believed Theme

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“It was just a dream!”

Many do not pay attention to their dreams and discount them. Many others pay a little more attention. It is easy to write them off with the perhaps adamant assertion above. I have heard many anecdotes where people have been very unsettled by dreams. I’ll speculate that the more hard-core scientist you think you are the more likely it is that you will discount the import of dreams. They are fluffy febrile stuff for tree huggers, hippies, conspiracy theorists, whackos and new agers. Only space cadets are into dreams.

You can work out for yourself if I am a hippie space-cadet or not. Perhaps I am in a superposition state.

I am doing a little experiment here in the blog in which I group dreams in a time ordered sequence according to theme. It seems to me one dream is easily ignored but a time ordered sequence appears to have a tad more substance. It is a feeling. I challenge you to read one of these themed collections, see what you reckon. It might twist your melon man.

I am not all that interested in “winning” arguments, nor do I like to argue the toss incessantly. I do not need to convince or win people over. I will not try to cajole or coerce belief. In fact, when I have noted that somebody badly wants to “win” an argument I have let them do so on occasion, because it seems so important to them. I capitulate and say that they are “right”. Nobody has ever asked me what I mean by that. People tend to take the short-cut easy way out.

In quite a few of my dreams I am “told” that I will not be believed and that I will not be listened to.

Viewed from one angle not believing me and not listening to me, has karmic implications. One could argue that it is my karma to be treated like this. One could make a counter case that by acting thus “they” are making a massive karmic error.

I have a rule of thumb, “99% of people only think about themselves 99% of the time”. Obvs it is the 99% rule. This is a concise re-wording of the self-diagnosed omniscient / auto proctology rule.

If my dreams tell me I will not be believed there are two options, try to be heard or not bother. I have given up on banging my head against a brick wall.

The other big recurring theme in the dreams is someone else’s mess, often ginormous.

There is a catch 22. Because of the karmic mess created by others, if I try to tell them about said karmic mess, I will not be believed, and the karmic mess will get deeper. If I try to help, I will make it worse. It is an SEP, someone else’s problem.

Let me be specific if anyone claims to know my mind and to be speaking on my behalf, they are a liar and a charlatan. I have never appointed a spokesperson, a port-parole or any kind of PR agent to speak on my behalf. If you believe anyone claiming to know me and where I am coming from / what I am up to, then you are gullible and buying snake oil.

I have just made a statement and according to my dreams it will not be believed or listened to either.

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Human Puzzle Dream – 6-3-2024

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Here is last night’s dream. It is of an unusual type what one might call occult dreams.

The dream starts with me talking to a woman who is some kind of messenger, post woman. She is speaking to me in a shady wooded area. She says that I have a strictly human problem or puzzle to solve before anyone will listen to me. That problem will come in 19 parts and will take some time to solve. It is a very human problem.

The scene changes and I know this to be the first part of the puzzle. I am in a Breton style small housing estate with new build houses. The house is surrounded by ping pong ball sized pebbles. The walls are magnolia and enclose the property at waist height.

There are two young women there whom I do not know. They are both naked and standing up. One has dark hair and the other blonde. I cannot see breasts or genitals. One of them who has a hairless pubis is running and sliding on the ground on her backside. I am concerned that the pebbles will damage her genitals and penetrate her. This even when she has no visible genitals.

In the dream I note that this is mightily weird I have not had a symbolic dream for a very long time. I know this to be the first part of the puzzle.

I woke up for a loo visit. I go back to sleep.

I find myself in a British style pub and I am talking with a young woman also unknown to me. The pub is actually a rugby club. Harrow 4th team have just played a match. There are two young rugby players who are smaller than I, she wants me to guess their weight. I say that the first one looks to be about 11 stone. She says that the second one has told her he is 28 stone. I say that he looks more like 13 stone to me. I know that 28 is the dark jewel for abuse of power and that 11 is the jewel for strength. 13 is death of the old.  I know that this is a warning about balance. If one is too strong one abuses the power.

Dream ends.

Post hoc the first segment pertains to the South and the second segment pertains to the North.

Serpents of Wisdom – Caduceus Dreams

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I have grouped these together because the Caduceus has two serpents. It is the symbol of Hermes the herald of the Gods who can move swiftly between worlds.

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Ghurkha – Caduceus Dream 13-03-2011

I am somehow going around town spraying foam on people I am walking with, and this is for their protection.

I go into a shop. It is old and wooden there. A Ghurkha dressed in a kilt is there, he is talking with the shopkeeper.  I tell him that my dad used to work with the 7th army, specifically he was assigned to the Seventh Ghurkha Regiment.

I note the golden medal he is wearing. On it are a golden Caduceus and an image of a swastika. {the correct non-Nazi way round}. He had not seen the swastika before and is a little upset. I explain that I have a golden caduceus too. It is not with me today as it is being examined by another of his kind who is also looking at my Father’s will.

In real life my physical plane father did indeed work with Ghurkhas in the Malayan Emergency and as I have just found out 7th Gurkha Rifles was there at the same time.  He was given a Kukri by the Ghurkhas as a gift of honour. I remember it well. He was Second Lieutenant acting Captain in REME during his national service.  Because they believed in fate, he said that they had absolutely no fear and did crazy stuff full of courage. I did not know of the number of Ghurkha regiments until 10 minutes ago.

Golden Core – Caduceus Dream 19-05-2013

I am flying in the sky above all the people. I come across a wooden “telegraph” pole like the one we have in the garden. It is mossy and unnoticed. I am the golden core to the telegraph pole. The direct link between sky {heaven} and earth. Though no one appreciates this.

I am then in my flat in an apartment building which is shared by many. There is a sense that this is a learning community. It is not very tidy. From time to time I come upon a drawer which has been rifled through. Over by one of the windows are two very small birds of a peachy-blue colouration. They are not like any real birds. I go over to them and start to mimic their calls very accurately. They hop along until they are very close to me. I speak with them in bird language. Soon they are mimicking me and speaking English. They hop onto my head and shoulders. I let them walk all over my face. I know in the dream that these two birds love me a great deal.

I continue to move around my flat and find that another drawer has been rifled. I take the Swiss army penknife {red with a white cross} and put it in my pocket. I go to where my golden Caduceus is and put it in my pocket. They have not found its hiding place. I am now wearing combat trousers. I notice water dripping from the ceiling and go to investigate the jewellers which is above. As I get to the landing the police are arriving. Someone has broken into the jewellers and stolen many things. The police comment to me that they are amateurs.

I slip a pair of nunchaku into my left trouser pocket and set off into the street. As I approach a building site a lorry containing long strips of wood, sheds it load narrowly missing me. I shout at the builder and pick up a stick not sure whether to give it back to him or attack. I wave it at him. He does something similar. I have my hand over left trouser pocket as I approach him. It is good natured and fun, I go on my way.

Meanwhile I hear a rumour spread by my ex-wife that I have lost my Caduceus in the robbery. The story that my Caduceus made by designer XXXX propagates. It has been lost when they broke into the jewellery shop. I touch the Caduceus in my pocket and am very happy to let the rumour propagate for now.

I am now in central London near the Buckingham Palace roundabout. There are many taxis and a wedding procession with a white Rolls Royce. I am on the central island. I can see that a taxi is going to collide with the Rolls Royce. It does so and they both roll towards me. I know I am going to be hit but not hurt. As they roll into me, I bounce a little. The Rolls Royce is crumpled. The taxi driver apologises and asks if I would like a lift. I say, “no thanks”.

I continue my way onto a high-rise construction site. There are many stainless steel girders of a narrow diameter. I climb with ease and get across a gap onto the far part of the building site. There is no obvious way back. A Scotsman appears and I ask him if he will help me. He cannot because he will get into trouble for me being on site. He changes his mind. He can help me if I pretend to be casual labour. The bucket of a crane is there, and it is royal blue in colour. We both get in and return to the ground.

I head back to the learning community.

There is now a scientific apparatus there and some experiments are going on. They cannot see but I am something akin to a left bionic arm. This arm is flesh coloured, very high functioning and its hand is ultra-precision.

In the dream I go back to the telegraph pole and the birds, I check again the Caduceus which is safe in my pocket.  It is now also a part of me. The Caduceus is my golden core.

 The Dream ends.

*Gold is the dreaming symbol for Nagal or Spirit

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Dual Serpents of Wisdom – Patent – Attack – Laboratory Dream 17-9-23

I have awoken this morning and my body feels as if I have been doing a great amount of judo groundwork exercises. All my muscles feel heavily used and there was cramping in my thigh. The wife says that I sometimes thrash about when dreaming. I did not exercise yesterday.


This dream happened between 3:30 and 6:45AM.

The dream opens with view of a stone house. The stones are hewn out of a dark sandstone and the house is symmetrical. There are two large bay windows on each side comprising two floors. With each window above the other. The stonework leading to the roof is of a high calibre. The house has fallen into disrepair somewhat. It has a bright light navy blue square door under an elaborate stone worked beam. The door is vivid. The house stands alone on a hill and it is raining, there are passing squalls. It is the only thing on the dreamscape.

Inside the house is an enclosed spiral staircase made out of some metal. There is a handrail to complete the enclosure. The spiral staircase if of a vivid blue colour. Using the Faraday right hand curling rule, the direction of the staircase is up. There is a strong sense that this is a one direction staircase. The internal dimensions of the house are vast much greater than the outside might suggest.

I am stood arms outstretched in front of the staircase. On the floor are two large snakes. They have a pattern of diamond shapes on their backs. Their base colour can be seen to be a dark racing green car paint. There are small shiny blue diamonds {2d ◊} of colour overlaid to give a green/blue diamond pattern on the back. They climb twisting up around my body and open their mouths. I can see their huge fangs. They attach themselves to each bicep by biting into my flesh. With the snakes wrapped, entwined, around by body in a spiral I am transposed onto the blue metal spiral staircase in the centre of the house. On the floor of the house there are now numerous tiny snakes. Each are entwined as a pair.

In the dream I know that the snakes around my body and those on the floor are the serpents of wisdom. I feel no pain from the snake bites. It seems natural. Though I can feel where they were on my biceps as I type.

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The scene changes to the ground floor of a modern airport terminal. The escalators lead up to departures. There is a coffee shop / concession. Serving at the concession is PW. Neither of us are surprised at this. He is the barista. I order a coffee and we get chatting. I say that I have recently had a patent granted and that I am flying to Denver. There I will be met by some people from the Ministry of Defence and taken to an unknown location. I say that I do not understand what all the hoo-ha is about. It would be a lot simpler just to converse. He notes that he does not have my new ‘phone number. I reach down into my bag and pull out a small, rubberised for industrial use, laptop and a smart ‘phone. I boot the ‘phone up and just as I am getting ready to give him my number, I notice several men in light grey suits coming towards me. In the dream I know they mean me ill. I say, “see you later” and run up the escalators through passport control and into departures. The men cannot follow and I can see them frustrated making a ‘phone call.

I look down into my bag and it is empty aside from the devices. I hope that there will be a boutique in the hotel where I might buy some clothes.

I walk through a small group of young American students. They have been here in Europe for a physics event. They receive a ‘phone call and then move to try to detain me. They encircle me.

I hold out both my arms palms outstretched and project qi/prana at them. This comes out in a near visible stream and freezes them to the spot.

The students think that this is neat but cannot move.

I explain to them that whatever powers I have then can never be used offensively only for defence and benign/good purpose. They cannot be used for personal gain. They will be able to move when they drop the malicious intent.

I move off into the bar. It is well stocked and I can tell that the barman is good at his job. I sit at the bar and I order a small glass of ice cold white wine. Which he serves me. It is humid so the glass gets a coating of mist quickly.  I am sat reading a newspaper.

Out of the corner of my eye I see two very large men in light grey suits. The suits are ill fitting and the men are twins. They have shaved heads and thick necks. They could be night club doormen. They make their way over to me and position themselves to my left and right behind my back. They make a move to grab me. I emanate a force field which they are unbale to penetrate and which freezes them to the spot. They persist in trying and the force field flings them away. They fall to the floor. They get up and try again with the same result.

I get up and walk out of the airport terminal.

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The scene changes to some kind of English country research campus. I am in a bed with the wife in the manor house. The room is like a hotel room with a four poster bed and has been done in good taste.

In the dream I dream within a dream. In that second dream I wander around the house and can see a group of English men discussing how they are going to renovate the house and turn it into laboratory space. I will be forbidden to enter the house and the laboratory. I can see the dining room being kitted out as a laboratory. Outside the manor house I can see yellow JCB machines levelling the earth.

I wake up in the dream within a dream. I go to the window and the ground has been levelled. There are numerous JCB vehicles parked up. I go to the staircase in the house and the group of men are there talking about the renovation. One of them winks at me. Hew knows that I have seen them already in the dream. I can sense that they are very antagonistic towards me and without any grounds for that antagonism.

I explore that landing leading to the dining room. Inside the room has been kitted out into a high specification lab space with complex synthetic chemistry glassware rigs. I am mildly surprised.

Down on the ground floor the men are taking to a female engineer who is installing the security system and swipe card access. They stress that under no circumstance should I be allowed to enter the facility. She looks across at me. In the dream we both think that the English men are being bizarre, petty, and foolish. There is a sense of paranoia even. She is unimpressed.

The dream ends and I think phew…that was weird and intense.

Bigfoot – Yeti – Serpents of Wisdom Dream 24-9-23.

Here is this morning’s dream…

The dream starts inside a building with whitewashed stone walls. My understanding is that it is in Cornwall. In the room are several male scientists known to me. They are of an age when I last met them ~17 years ago. They are wearing dark suits. They are inordinately proud of a large hairy animal which is sat amongst them. It looks like a Bigfoot or a Yeti. I am observing them in a non-corporeal manner, watching the goings on.

Next, I am walking along the side of a hill by the edge of the sea. On the lower path I can see the Bigfoot-Yeti thing walking along. It is a bit like Chewbacca. One can see that the creature is a man in a hairy suit. There is a visible join where the top half of the suit meets the waist. It is obviously fake and made up, a figment. I find it funny that the men were so proud of something so obviously manufactured.

Next, I am with an unseen male companion and we are exploring further up the hill. We walk through a hole in a dry stone wall, a gate without door, up over the grass towards the fern and gorse line. As I reach the line, I can see a very large snake over two metres long and thicker than my thigh in parts. It is clearly not of the Cornish countryside. I have seen this snake before it has the same diamond pattern on its racing green back as the ones in a recent dream. My companion is afraid. I can now see him. He is a young man with slightly curly-wavy light brown hair. I say to him that this is not a “real” snake it is a serpent of wisdom. There is no need to be afraid. It helps one see what is real and what is fake. This seems to calm him.

I suggest that we leave the snake undisturbed to go about its business and go back down the hill.

As we approach the gate the path is blocked by a “twin” of the snake we have just seen. They always come in pairs I say.  With respect I walk up to the snake and simply step carefully over it. My companion follows suit. The snake raises its head and looks at us, then slithers off peacefully.

In the grass now we can see a small grass snake, typical of the English countryside. A small white terrier comes along the path, sees the snake and starts to bark at it. The terrier has not seen the serpent of wisdom.

My companion and I look at each other and smile.

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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Missing Person – Comprehensive Inquiry Dreams 2020-21

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I am now going to start posting dreams with a security type of theme. On and off I have had dreams about surveillance of me for many years. I have had > 20 dreams in which I am attacked. People once known to me are very pissed off with me in some of these

Missing Person Dream 18-12-20

My run of strange dreams continues.

I am alone on a nice, wooded island in the middle of a freshwater lake. I am going about my business walking through the wood. I then, in the dream, get a very strong visual image of someone filing a missing person report about me. It is like a remote viewing. This missing person report will kick off an unneeded investigation into my whereabouts.

I decide that I must swim back to the mainland to say that I am not missing. I do not want the fuss to start. So, I go down to the waters edge and jump in. The water is clear and quite warm. I start swimming a strong front crawl towards the mainland. I am enjoying the swim.

Dream ends

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Comprehensive Inquiry Dream 18-06-2021

This morning I had a very long and convolved dream.

In this dream there is a comprehensive inquiry taking place and for whatever reason I am the subject of this inquiry. The inquiry spans various now high-ranking UK science academics many of whom are in very senior roles, such as heads of departments, presidents of societies and vice chancellors. The inquiry also includes figures from exoteric Buddhism. The inquiry has been prompted by people outside of academia. At one stage or another I have met many of the academic figures in this dream, some going way back to the eighties. Many of these have had successful careers, me not. The only person not included in the inquiry is me, even though I am the subject of the inquiry.

In the dream I think “typical”. SSDD.

Dream ends.