Tag: Dreaming

Being Investigated Dream 31-12-20

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I had a much better sleep last night after some hard labour in the garden.

I am having a discussion with my sister, which turns into an argument. She is convinced that she will win the argument and completely unwilling to accept that I will disappear and walk away. The argument gets more heated and I walk out into some fields. I disappear.

I am then in a test plane vehicle which is high technology, and it is being used to measure the effect of air viscosity, and gravity on velocity. I fly it up high into the atmosphere and as it crosses bands of gas of differing viscosity its trajectory alters. It reaches maximum height and turns. It then plummets to earth and towards the sea. It reaches terminal velocity, and I am unconcerned.

I awake in a hospital bed. Apparently, the test mission has been a success. I am well.

Later I meet a young version of my old landlord J. He asks me how come I was on the test mission. I tell him that I do not recollect how. We search the internet for a picture of the test vehicle, we can’t find one, but he knows the kind of thing I am talking about. He is quite adept at using a touch screen computer, something which I am not.

He tells me that people have been asking after me and that they have also contacted my sister (who works in the nuclear sector) to inquire after me. J thinks that people are investigating me. He thinks they are doing a deep background check on me. He is curious as to why.

I awake and have a very strong visual image of two of my former colleagues.

Korea Surveillance Dream 9-11-20

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Since I stopped smoking my dreaming has been different…

I am travelling on business to South Korea. I am staying at a nice hotel and I have a very formal and immaculately dressed woman working as an interpreter. We go out to view various businesses, a university and a technology park.

During this I keep seeing the flash of light reflecting off a telescopic sight. I note where they are and am aware that someone who is not my host is watching me. I am under surveillance by a trained marksman.

We go back to the hotel and into the dining room. The hotel staff are nervous because we are early, and dinner isn’t ready. I tell them not to worry I’ll take a beer in the bar. We meet a young American hippie like woman there who has just arrived. She comments that the Koreans need to chill out a bit.

It becomes obvious that my interpreter has been tasked with looking after me in whichever way is necessary. It is her job to make sure that I am very happy.

The next day we go out touring technology again. The marksman is there monitoring me. I drop down behind a bush and with my rifle sight I lock onto him. I can see right down his sight and into his eye. He can see the flash of light from my sight and knows that he has been rumbled. If I fired now my bullet would go into his eye.

The interpreter is mildly alarmed at what she has just observed in case I am upset. I explain to her that I know the surveillance man is not from her country and that if it continues, I will shoot him.

The next day we are out again, and I see the flash of the sight. I drop down prone on the floor and shoot a bullet through the sight. It is a low calibre bullet which shatters the sight but does not enter the eye of the marksman. It is warning enough.

In the dream I am aware that this surveillance is speaking about what is happening in real life, somebody has me under some kind of surveillance and that the people doing this are from my own country.

Dream ends.

The Great White Lodge Dream…

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In around 2000 – 2002 I was doing way too much on many fronts. I was engaged in a leadership sort of role with a Toltec group, I was in the middle of a messy divorce, at they genesis stage of a high power laser start-up company and trying to do my job as a physical chemistry lecturer at a world top ten university.

Retrospect suggests that this was utter lunacy.

It was around 2001 that I started reading Helena Blavatsky and the blue books opus by Djwhal Kuhl via Alice Bailey.  I am pretty good at assimilation of large volumes of information and it was then that, in this lifetime at least, I heard of the Great White Lodge for the first time. I read and re-read. I saw no conflict with reading so-called occult books and teaching reaction kinetics or chemical group theory. I had a working laser produced plasma source in the basement at work and had designed another for the start-up. I’ll speculate that I am not the normal kind of dude who reads Blavatsky and Kuhl.

I am able to read and refrain from premature judgment.

In ~2004 I started having waking visions of myself in Buddhist robes and with om mane padme hum tattooed on my forearms in Sanskrit. I would have these visions walking to college and on occasion simultaneous with me teaching a lecture theatre full of undergraduates. Clearly this is not the sort of thing to discuss with a line manager or human resources.

At the end of 2006 I left my job, sold my London flat and moved out into a rented cottage in a village where I knew nobody. The cottage was the home of the school teacher who taught, in days gone by, in the adjunct school hall. To shift from a very full hectic calendar into next to nothing is a quantum leap of some magnitude.

It was at the cottage schoolhouse where I completed my recapitulation and began even more extensive meditation on my mat all weathers.

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One morning in early 2007 I had a type of dream which for me is rare. It was a dream in which I was “told” that I had to find the Great White Lodge. There was no uncertainty, the command of must was unequivocal. I was gripped by an awareness of several beings it was an injunction which had to be obeyed.

This dream opened up several lines of inquiry. I met up with a friend of mine at Charing Cross whom I knew had contacts in UK new age circles. I inquired of him.

In the blue books opus Kuhl says that he, Koot Hoomi and El Morya lived close to each other near Shigatze in Tibet. These masters were mooted as members of the Great White Lodge by Kuhl. Did the dream mean that I had to go to Tibet and find them on the physical plane? I looked into travel there.

I wonder would they still be there after the Chinese occupation? Or would they have moved to India like the Dalai Lama?

Kuhl and Hoomi are “on” the second ray love-wisdom, as am I.

I had some health problems with a c6-c7 cervical spine hernia and some basal cell carcinomas.

At end of 2008 I stopped doing dreaming practice, re-read many of Kuhl’s book and joined the Arcane school. Then I did the master in the heart meditation to build the Antahkarana up to the higher levels of manas near buddhi. According to Kuhl this is “where” the masters can be found.

Then one evening during dinner in 2009, they found me. My entire awareness was seized and I was afforded a view of Shamballa. They said that no matter what, I must stay alive, I must survive what was to come. I should focus only on that. They said that they would send protectors. Cats started appearing on our garden wall and two crows, Russel and Sheryl, moved into a nest feet from our back door. They nested just above the show window to the right of our door. They stayed for months.

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Over the next few months, I was to have various “conversations” usually close to dawn on the Ashridge Estate near Tring. There I was able to ask questions and was told of my five previous incarnations. I am an adjunct to the second ray Ashrams. I was informed that I had been a very close disciple of Siddhartha Gautama. My most recent previous life had a seventh ray influence and I had directly worked with Rákóczi, Count Saint Germain.

My personality is seventh ray – synthesis.

I incarnated into a vehicle which was suited for modern science and I have a fairly good, broad not detailed, understanding of most of its concepts. I may be bilingual if you like.

I can get a patent “Increasing the probability of generating entangled photon pairs using Electric Field Induced Spontaneous Parametric Down Conversion” granted by the UK Intellectual Property Office.

I must be some top-end Walter Mitty…

Or not…+

Macron – Power – Yellow – Boats – Privilege Dream 25-09-24

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This comes in the context of having finished a course of cortico-steroids {no dreams} and Israel commencing the bombardment of Lebanon.

The dream sequence starts with a close up image of Emmanuel Macron. He presents a bit like a close up grey and white pencil drawing. I can see him very clearly and in front of him is a yellow metallic box with a yellow hand lever. He comes into full colour. He is concentrating very closely on the box and slowly pushes the lever forward. I understand that this is an act of power and that he is unleashing some kind of force wilfully.

The scene changes and I see another man in similar pose as a pencil drawing with a pencil “power box”. He too pushes the lever forward to release some power. I sense that he is British and may be Starmer. I am unsure but there is a similarity of shape.

I am now arriving at some kind of golf club / outdoor club. It is fairly rudimentary. I go into the shower block and take a shower in the communal showers and then go into plenary. Everybody is signing up. The scene now changes to the coast and in a small inlet there is a boat made up of about twenty individual rugby ball shaped yellow inflatable buoys. Each of these is bigger than a human by quite a factor. They are all tethered together. People are dressed in at sea heavy weather gear and are each taking up a position on one of these yellow inflatables. By the time it is my turn there are none left. I am told to go back to the club and wait.

The scene changes again and I climbing over a dry stone wall in the lake district. There is a wire on top of the wall. My leg gets entangled. I can now see the back of my jacket. On the rear neckline is a collar with a raised patterned motif. It is a bit like a Cadbury’s chocolate bar in shape but yellow-brown in colour. These mark my privilege. I can go first. I am somehow very flexible in the dream and easily able to un-entangle my leg and dismount the wall.

Dream ends.

St Germain – Imperial – Baby – Macron Dream 04-04-24.

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Here is last night’s sequence following on from days of poor internet connectivity and the end of the Human immobilier house sale mandate.

A little after midnight I am awoken to a swirling orange-yellow-red visual vortex of tremendous brightness and clarity. Something is stirring the web of life and significantly so. I relax into they visual field certain that it is benign for me and in no way threatening.

I drift off to sleep and see a vison of Rákóczi, Count Saint Germain floating in space. He presents as two alternating figures. One of darker hair than the other. He is familiar and the visual representation is much as it has always been. It is clear that he is up to something and that this pertains somehow to me. We share a mind space for a length of time and it is evident that he will be “around” for a while over the near few days.

I wake up.

I doze off.

I am talking with a young dark haired woman who has somehow just been created by Saint Germain.  She is heavily built and wearing blue jeans she speaks English with a feint European accent.  She wants to talk about science. She is going to be attending the centre for biological education in London, at Imperial College. I tell her that I am familiar with it.

The scene changes and I can see I. He is concerned about the goings on and on the steps outside the old Chemistry department going in.

I am now “there” with the dark haired woman and L. I explain to the dark haired woman that my erstwhile business partner and the best man at my first wedding was the son of a Nobel Laureate. L had no idea about the latter and looks surprised. I am given a broken semiconductor circuit board in which there are four different components shaped like diamonds placed face to face. They are falling out of the board and they ask me to look at it.

The scene changes and I can see reports of a research grant and associated accounts. They are full of discrepancies and subject to a formal investigation. It is D who is under investigation for fraud. I see an image of him concerned about the investigation.

The scene shifts back and the circuit board is literally falling apart. I start to look at the components under a microscope and can see that it has been poorly manufactured. Rushed. I then see floating in space a fake cut diamond made of glass that has several bubble like imperfections. It is flawed, imperfect and not for real.

I wake.

I drift off.

I can see on a large white sheeted bed a young baby in a white nappy. It is without hair and blue eyed. It is lying on its back and whimpering slightly. I am wearing white loose fitting trousers, no shirt, or socks. I lay on the bed and cradle the baby in the crook of my right arm. It presses itself against my chest and I kiss it gently on the forehead.

I wake.

The wife goes to the loo; she snuggles sup saying that I am hot. I kiss her gently on the forehead.

She rolls over and I drift off.

There is a very persistent vison of Emmanuel Macron which lasts quite a while. I understand that Macron is somehow linked to the baby.

I wake.

I build a new electric blue protection dome because it won’t be penetrated by visitors for a while.

I drift off.

I am now with a skinny young woman. We are in a room which is a complete and utter mess. She is talking very fast at me. I grab her by her hips and throw her onto a sofa. I have had enough and she shuts up.

I am outside with a couple of men we are trying to shift a blue portable toilet from the second floor of a barn. I push it a little and it falls backward off the risen floor and smashes on the ground. Job done. We can clear it up with a tractor later.

I am back in the room and the woman is acting all “poor me”. It is a complete shit tip. There is mess and leaves everywhere. The carpet is threadbare.

“You wouldn’t hurt me, would you? Besides I am pregnant.” She says.

“K, even if you are pregnant which I deem unlikely. It is not my child and, in all likelihood, you are being, manipulative. This is your mess, you made it. Not me.!”

In the dream the woman is of a similar stature to K but it does not resemble her. The feel is similar.

Dreaming sequence ends…

Dual Colonoscopy Dream 21-12-2024

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This is, for me, one of the weirdest dreams I have had, because it is so matter of fact and “normal”. The last time I had a medical themed “dream” was when I recalled seeing my laparoscopic colectomy from above. They were removing my T3 colon cancer. I was in theatre for around six hours and had an OBE. I speculated that I died briefly on the table. The after care in recovery for me seemed much more attentive than that for the others in the room. Before the dream I had a very strong visual / connection with someone I knew about 20 years ago whose surname is Colon.

The dream opens with me on an operating type of bed. I have a blue medical gown on with a hairnet. My knees are up towards my stomach and the gown is open at the back. I am lying on my right side and viewing a computer screen which shows my colon from the point of view of a colonoscope operator. They are withdrawing the instrument because this first attempt at a full colonoscopy has failed. They have decided to try a different instrument. The instrument is withdrawn. I observe this.

A nurse comes around to speak to my face. She tells me what is going on. She administers some sedative via the catheter in my arm. She tells me that they are going to give me a brief general anaesthetic. The doctor inserts the colonoscope and I can see it moving into the sigmoid colon and up towards the splenic flexure. The colon looks free of polyps and cancer. As he approaches the splenic flexure the nurse administers the general anaesthetic. I know from before that passing the flexure is the most uncomfortable part. I wait a few seconds. Then in the dream I can feel the anaesthesia come up and I become unconscious in the dream.

I wake up in the recovery room. In the dream I am puzzled as to why I am having this life like vivid experience of colonoscopy.

The dream ends.

On waking I make a note that maybe I should arrange to have my next colonoscopy early in the new year.

Omens and Symbols in the Waking Dream

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One of the purposes of dream working with nocturnal dreams is to use the skills developed therein to read the waking dream, the day quotidian. Totems, omens and signs have been “read” by humanity for millennia. At the moment our current totem animal is a heron. He was present this morning at dawn and I have just seen him again as dusk nears. Places with a rich folklore like here in Brittany will have their own omen vocabulary.

To some interpreting the waking dream as a normal passive nocturnal dream sounds a bit odd. Nevertheless, I have done this for over two decades. The thing here is to use intuition and not rational mind. Not everything in the waking dream is a dreaming symbol or an omen. Things which casually catch your attention perhaps at the periphery of the visual field can be symbols.

Somethings demand full attention.

To give an example. At exactly the moment we stepped out of the door of the physiotherapist clinic my eye was drawn to seven crows in the sky. Instantly they broke into a group of three and one of four they cawed and flew off in opposite directions. There was a surge of “energy” and because crows are the courier of/to power in a universal sense, I had the sensation that power is up to something and some of it is of a divisive nature. Power is on the move.  7 is the dreaming symbol for guidance so the crows were guiding. 3 is the need for creativity and joy / mixed abundance, 4 is stability. More deeply three is the dreamer and four is the dreamed.

You could say that I noticed a glitch in the matrix. But this is life and not software.

Bear with me.

Cars are the dreaming symbol for state of awareness. Your car reflects your state of awareness. If you have a car crash or suddenly the radiator blows, your car is trying to tell you something and is informing you of how you are in life. Have a think about any time you have had a car crash. What was going on in your life at the time? Was there a crisis? Did a way of being / perceiving come crashing down or end suddenly? I’ll wager that if you had a car crash your life was out of balance and perhaps badly so at the time.

In order to best do this, you have to intend to observe dreaming symbols in “real” life. It is actually quite fun and you might be surprised what you learn. Insights beyond boring rationality and reason can be had.

At the moment I do not get many dreaming symbols because I do not need power, the universe, to guide me much. I am not interacting a great deal with life outside the compound.

One time I was in Belgium being interviewed for a Gallium Nitride MOVPE growth job at IMEC a semiconductor and nanotechnology research centre. There was someone in place and they were interviewing behind the scenes. We had inordinate difficulty finding the hotel in the Leuven one way system. The interview was a bit weird. I had a stonker of a dream. As we drove back without sat nav into Brussels, expecting some trouble finding the railway station and car hire place, I took a turn on intuition and ta-da we were at the railway station. It was an omen telling me to get out of Belgium. Power, the universe, was showing me the way, get out of Dodge. A few hours later whilst sight seeing before we took our train, HR called and told me that I did not get the job.

I am reasonably confident that because I have written this piece, I will be getting some dreaming symbols soon, in the waking dream. Let’s see if the prediction is accurate.

Today we have had our massive volet-shutters repaired, more light, and after visiting Orange yesterday we have an appointment for fibre optic broad band installation early next week!!

As the crows predicted, things have started to move.

Dreams and Life Changing Decisions

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To be specific in what follows dreams refers to passive nocturnal dreaming, most often in the 4-7AM time frame. I am lucid in these dreams, knowing that I am dreaming, they are then either written by hand down in a journal on waking or typed into a word document.

The theory is that the reincarnating entity or dreamer selects a dreamed for each life in order to evolve, learn and thorough fulfilling a fate work at its destiny. The dreamed is the physical body or apparatus, its personality, weaknesses and abilities. In this context, I the dreamer, chose my parents, their circumstance and this lump of meat. Both my parents had a scientific leaning, it was fairly natural that I became a scientist of sorts. I was perhaps fated to study at a world top ten university, do my Ph.D. at a place with the world’s highest per capital Nobel prize density and later teach at another world top ten university in London, the capital of the UK. I am a trained chemical physicist.

In order to work with the theory above one has to literally follow, to the best of ability, what happens in dreams, even if that goes against “common sense”, plans and ambitions. The dreams may suggest things which you would prefer not to do and things which you do not like. This means that my orientation to life differs from the bulk of humanity. It may not sound too much but in practise it can be radical.  It would be very scary for someone prone to control freakery.

The dreamer tries to guide the dreamed towards the purpose of any given birth. The dreamer senses a destiny and needs to complete the fate for a chosen life. Fate being an integral over all karma.

People can play lip service to fate. They like to imagine that they are in control of their lives and that they direct life, that they can have life on their own terms.

At the moment I am fated to live outside society, physically adjunct. I got a new passport today. It has space for two emergency contacts. I was only able to fill one of them. I am not socially connected and that extent of disconnection is hard for most to comprehend or imagine. Few would believe how very little I use a mobile phone, despite the fact that I am reasonably computer literate.

I have made around six significant life changing decisions based on my interpretation of dream contents. Each one of these set off a sequence of events which were unexpected. I have had dreams which vastly altered my understanding of this current life. In making offerings after some of these dreams I have largely been ignored. A common theme in my dreams is that I will not be believed. I have rationalised this that I am fated not to be believed. It does not particularly bother me. That seems to be how it is.

There is “evidence” in my dreams of 7 or 8 previous incarnations, one of whom is a named historical figure. In most of these lives I have been associated with the “priesthood”. There is no way of proving this, I myself and inclined to believe this explanation. We have a pukka erstwhile ex-scientist believing something which would be for most of my ex-colleagues something of a stretch. It is a strange fate to find myself in this position and I do no know what if anything to do with it.

My interest in dreaming was rekindled by “The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho.

For eight years I did a dreaming practice specifically to allow the dreamer, the Soul, to advise thence to take over the steering will of my mundane vehicle, the dreamed. I am a dreamer by predilection and in some arrangements, I am “in” the place of dreams the South. I lived as a child under the light of the Southern Cross. It is not too surprising that my dreaming is vivid and extensive.

Letting go of the steering wheel and handing it to my dreamer, the real me, was not easy.  However, retrospect suggests that the dreamer knew what it was doing because things unfolded. You need to have faith and courage to try this.

At the moment it looks as though there is not much complexity to my remaining fate. But one dream could alter all that dramatically…

It has happened before a sudden turn…

We shall see…

Toltec Baby Dream 9-5-18

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Just found this one in the vaults, so to speak.

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Here is this morning’s dream:

I am at a US style motel and we go around the upper veranda to an upstairs room. Which we enter. I am with a younger man, taller than me, whom in everyday life I have not yet met. The room is deceptively spacious.

At one side there is a ceiling to floor curtain on the wall. This stands out and is noteworthy. I go to the curtain and peak behind it. I can see that behind it is a wall. I draw the curtain back and the wall starts to warp, bend and breathe. There is a sense that this wall is a portal.

Something is trying to come through the wall now that we have drawn the curtain. We stand back and a “hologram” baby starts to materialize. It is wearing diapers but is standing up. It is a bit big for a baby. It glows and shimmers and gives off light. I know that this is a / the Toltec baby.

With the baby is a remote control. By using the remote control, we can get the baby / hologram to play scenes for us. The scenes are numbered and can be repeated, seen again.

We watch a number of these scenes which are holo-projected out of the Toltec baby. I already know them all, but they are new to the younger man.

In scene three the younger man is to have a meeting with “don Juan”. He is to go through the portal and on the other side Juan will be waiting for him in the lobby of a swish hotel, all suited and booted. 

I get the younger man to replay the scene because it is for him specifically.

We then call down to reception for a suit. A room service man who is ultra-helpful comes up to the room with a suit which is the correct size for the younger man. He acts like a tailor’s assistant and helps the younger man to get dressed. As he strips to his undergarments, we notice that he is wearing an FBI style “wire”. We say that he must take this off because it is of no use where he will be going. This he willingly does. The tailor continues to dress him, he is very nearly ready to go and looks smart and well-manicured in the suit.

Outside a cow in the shed starts mooing loudly in the barn and I hear it through our open bedroom windows. It causes me to wake from the dream.

Chameleon – Fire – Keys -Butterfly – Cousins Dream 11-12-2024

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This dream was between 4:55 AM and 6:30 AM it is followed by a less dreamy attempt to rejoin the dream.

The dream is set outdoors on some kind of patio. In front of me is a raised fire pit. It is made out of fired clay and is light terracotta in colour. The pit is a kind of hand-made grate with a quasi-oval ring of clay supported on pillars of clay about a foot tall. The idea is that there is great air circulation into the fire pit.

On the floor next to the pit is a large chameleon lizard. It is sandy-brown and about the size of my foot. I pick the lizard up lovingly with my hand and it comes willingly. I place the lizard in one side of the fire pit and it lies snug against the wall altering its colour slightly to blend in.

On the other side of the pit, I make a fire with pieces of wood. The fire blazes too quickly. I add more larger pieces of wood. The fire stabilizes and burns more quietly. The chameleon is unharmed.

In the fire pit I notice an old style wrap around key fob in brown leather. I cannot see if there are any keys in the fob or not. I pick the fob out of the pit and put it in my pocket. It feels heavy.

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I continue to look at the fire and tend it.

My eyes are drawn to my right hand. I can see a black suit jacket sleeve with several buttons. Inside the sleeve is a buttoned white dress shirt. Both are incredibly crisp and well ironed. Out of the gap between shirt and jacket I extract, by encouragement with my left hand, a large hand sized pale yellow butterfly. The wings are in two segments so that you can see four segments. Its appearance is like a magic trick and there are flecks of gold in the yellow. It flies out of the sleeve and circles me several times

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The butterfly flies off.

In one corner of the patio, I see two young women. One of them is light brown with a black Muslim head scarf. She is dressed in black. The other one is wearing white and is of European extraction.

The brown one asks me if I recognise them. She is flirty and cheeky.

No.

She says that they are my cousins and that she knows me. She says that I should have recognised them from Wales. We are related through Cristiaan’s wife from South Africa. She has a mild Afrikaans accent.

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I wake and the wife tells me it is 6:30 AM when she gets back into bed.

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I intend to rejoin the dream. I enter a sports hall wearing my bright red WRU t-shirt. As I do so the man running the gym says that Wales are not doing so well at rugby. I agree. I go into the bathroom to piss. I am in a cubicle and note that it opens out from the male changing room into the female one. I change cubicles. When I am finished, I wash my hands ritually.

Outside in the corridor I am seized by several men who have their hands on my arms. They are trying to pull me away and drag me with them. I use Ki to prevent them from shifting me. D is watching and he can see from my mudra-like hand positions that they have no chance of getting me to budge no matter how much effort they expend.

The scene changes and I am outside around a campfire with some middle aged women. They have asked me to cook my famous chicken and fish casserole for them. Despite this request they keep interfering with the way in which I am preparing the casserole. They keep trying to tell me what to do. I pick up a large slice of bacon which I tear with my bare hands to add flavour to the oil. They look shocked that I have used my bare hands. I explain that I washed them thoroughly earlier.

Dream ends.