Taoist Attack / Zen Dream 8-5-21

June 29, 2024June 29, 2024 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

I am aware that someone, or some people known to me are projecting a malevolent energy in my general direction. I know that this is of Taoist internal arts origin and that the projector(s) have some proficiency in this art. It is shamanic in origin and emotive of bent. They are angry with me and wish me ill. It is not clear if they are fully conscious of the sentiment of malevolence which they are projecting at me. It is nasty and not aligned with the true Tao it is a perversion. In the dream I know that I must not react to the sentiment. I must metaphorically sit in seiza and allow it to flow over and around me. I should not make any effort to reflect it back to sender just simply let it pass. I must not get drawn into their emotive game. I must be zen-like and calm. They are being immature and very petty.

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Circumstantial Evidence For Reincarnations In Dreaming

June 26, 2024 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

I’ll speculate that the modern short attention span is inconsistent with developing depth of insight and profound, for want of a better word, spiritual, connectivity. If it can’t be done in a TikTok it is of no interest. Further if there is no app for it, it can’t be good. There is a tendency to conclude without investigation and pooh-pooh without research. The provenance of “they” as a font of wisdom is rarely questioned. Fear of missing out, FOMO, keeps people stuck in the hamster wheel.

Even when I was young, I tended to look into things in depth. Despite being a rugby player, I was also an avid book/library user. I think it accurate to say that I seek greater depth of knowledge than the majority of humanity. In order to form a complete pattern which my intuition is happy with I need quite a large amount of data and imagery.

In the post previous the putative reincarnation chronology is roughly Egyptian, Egyptian, Hindu Brahmin, Mexican South American(?), Persian, Indian Buddhist, Japanese Buddhist, Thai Buddhist, Christian Priest/crusader and my Sicilian life. There is a possibility of a more recent female birth. There are reasons why this may not be the case. One could call these dreams circumstantial evidence for reincarnation in dreaming.

There is a feeling that the Mexican life might be more recent. I had a bit of a thing about Teotihuacán which places it before my Japanese life. The reincarnations stretch back thousands of years. One could speculate that I am an old “soul”.

Were I still employed at a world top ten university as a science academic I would not talk in public about this kind of thing and it might even be contrary to the internet etiquette guidelines of my employment contract. It might raise the odd eyebrow or two. Luckily, I no longer need to get research grant income so my, within peer group reputation, is of no import. It is possible people would not want to be associated in public with a “whacko” like me. I could be a LinkedIn leper. Physical scientists are sceptical and conservative.

In addition to these dreams, I have had multiple déjà vu experiences concerning my Sicilian and Christian “lives”. There have been visions of myself as a Buddhist monk with om mane padme hum tattooed on my forearm in Sanskrit and a traumatic end to the crusader life, in full smell-o-vision. It has been indicated to me that this is my last incarnation here. That would make me a non-returner, anāgāmin.

I’ll speculate that no main stream psychologist or psychiatrist would be able to give a satisfactory explanation from within the common view of the world for these dreams in total (~250), especially when taken together or in themed groups.

On the basis of my personal experience reincarnation with partial life recall is the best-fit explanation but by no means intellectually conclusive. It is not proven.

A point of interest for me that while I have been revisiting these dreams, I have had something of a dream drought.

“Remembering one’s former abodes” (pubbe-nivāsanussati), causal memory, recalling one’s own past lives is one of the higher “powers” in the Pali Buddhist canon. It suggests that evolution is required for this to happen. It is not a common or garden thing. This is consistent with continuous evolution. The sense is for all but two of my “lives” I have been involved with the “priest hood”.

The new religion is perhaps science. So, one could argue that I was a priest at a science and technology university, in this incarnation too. I have lived like a “hermit” for over decade and meditated daily for two. I am perhaps more yogi than geek.

In order for anyone else to appreciate things effort would be required. In our hectic modern world taking the time to read through the dreams of a retired person, will be very low priority. It is perhaps only of interest to the wife and me.

It has been, for me, quite fun to re-examine my dream archive.

It is 29˚ C in the shade here so it is too hot to do any gardening…

15 Dreams With a Reincarnation Theme

June 26, 2024June 26, 2024 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

These dated dreams are presented in chronological order.

Three Golden Crosses – Science Museum – Caretaker of Knowledge Dream 18-06-2009

The dream starts with a vison of three golden and radiant crosses spaced equally on a golden-sun-like orb with a golden radiance.

I am then walking along beside a river dressed in my Yukata with some loose change in my hand. I come upon a family, and they are wondering about falling in the river. They have some shoes and I say that the ones with the heels are the best. Don’t worry about falling in the river you are very far from any waterfalls and the water is cool and refreshing.

The woman wonders if I am holding something back as all the gossip says I say that no I am not.

Then I am in the Science Museum. I am caretaker. What better place for me than to be the caretaker of knowledge. I go into a room and there are some beautiful postcards of Buddha.

I hear deep melodious voices:

“We knew when you first came into being all those millions of years ago that this is how you would always live. A life full of compassion and that you would always be a little mis-understood. A beautiful thing and that you would always do this for evermore.”

Dream ends.

Bakula – Buddhist Arhat – Dream 12-08-2011

I am in a roof top garden, there is some sort of party going on with loads of people sat around and at tables. There are people of many ethnicities from all over the world. They are dressed in brightly coloured “hippie” style clothes. As the party carries on, they draw a curtain around one part of the garden and gather around some Buddhist icons. A south American man there starts to do some chanting. I butt in with Tibetan deep voice chanting. They do not recognise me and are annoyed at my interruption. I point out to them that it is my garden which they are in. I strike up again and do White Tara. I need a drink of water before I can find my voice. After several cups I strike the right note and do some White Tara. Everyone joins in and after a while the party resumes happily.

The wife and I are in one segment of the garden when Anna L and a friend turn up. They have been travelling in India. She has remained pale but her friend has gone brown. She talks of her travels and I say that we will in time need to have a proper talk. She has something for me. At which point she shoots straight up into the air and then lands. She has brought many “ethnic”, clothes and trinkets.

Next I am on a mountain train. I arrive at a terminus in a hillside town way up in the mountains. It is very much like Nepal / Tibet / Bhutan. I get out of the train and wander along the high street. Turning instinctively to the right I go up a hill to “my” palace. Again, there is a vibrant garden with peacocks. It is “my” garden.

Later I make another journey on the mountain train and end up at another terminus. Here the streets are filled with market traders selling saffron and magenta clothes, together with gold trinkets and jewellery. I have time to explore. Everyone is trying to barter with the merchants trying to buy goods in various currencies. The merchants will not trade unless the currency matches the passport of the person trying to buy.

I am not interested in bartering and look on watching. Somehow, I am “in tune” with the locals. I wander back to the main street and notice various pins sticking in my back. Somehow, I am now in an off the shoulder robe. One by one I pull the pins out of my back. They are made of a very fine gold pin topped with a tiny ivory chess figure. There is a castle, a knight, a king and a queen. I have also been adorned with much golden jewellery.

I go into an emporium as I am pulling out these pins and sit down. I ask the shopkeeper about what has been happening. She says that they have done this to me so as to make me unattractive to the locals so that they won’t fall for me and want to have sex with me.

Anna L comes into the shop and sits next to me. We start talking about my palace. An old Indian man with very short hair suddenly starts to talk in a very proper English accent. He says that she holds for me a key and that we must find it. It relates back to 1773. He says that I must get back to Bakula.

We leave the shops and seek out the train station. “All trains go through Bakula”, says the station announcer. We look at the map and it is configured like this.

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Glowing Skeleton – Third Universe Dream 17-11-2012

Against a dark backdrop I see an image of myself as I physically am. I am superimposed upon a glowing skeleton which has bright pink, fluorescent blood vessels. It is living. The two images pulse back and forth in precedence of view multiple times. I hear the Vedic, “I am become death the destroyer of worlds.”

In the dream I wonder if this is a harbinger of my own death. It is not it of symbolic value.

Next, I am at a British Forces Veterans club. As we go in the door by poppies and balsa wood crosses there are a selection of old photos. One of them catches my eye, it has a striking resemblance to my father {He was lieutenant acting captain REME during the Malayan insurgency.} I ask if I may take the photos to look through. I do this and thumb through them several times. I can no longer see the photos.

In the same club there is a bunch of old women. They start talking about Watchtower magazine and mention numerology. The numerology of 5 & 9. I ask what she means by 9. It is aunty Vi {one of my father’s aunts}. Before she has time to answer I move off. One of the young men comes after me and says that aunty Vi was starting to perk up and to please come back and speak some more about numerology. I say to her that 9 means completion and that 5 is her number as a Westerly Stalker.

She is now standing by me as she was as a young woman with bright orange and pink hair.

I know that this world is an intermediate world between life and death.

I am now flying over a flooded countryside. There are two boys stranded on a car. They swim across to a camper van and scramble up onto it. The flowing water takes them over the edge of a waterfall. I see that they are going to land safely because a little winged fairy / sprite suddenly whizzes in front of them. They are followed over the waterfall by seven beautiful horses who are riding the sky.

I am back at home now and in my bedroom. My attention is drawn through the window to a nest. In the nest is a single crow. Through the mind link it says it has taken up residence for the duration.

Downstairs I bump into my niece. She starts to wrestle with me. She thinks that she has me pinned. I am much stronger than her and slowly break her grip. I pick her up and ask her if she would like my help.

I am then shown three worlds / globes in space. Written upon them in a flowing dripping pink lettering are:

The world of the starving spirits.

The world of the hungry ghosts.

The world of the in between.

I then “know” in the dream that this current universe is the third manifested universe. And that to understand the full nature of bardo and karma I will need to expand my consciousness so that it can stretch backwards to times of previous universal manifestation. This will ultimately be a part of my training….

Dream ends

* See Engine Rebuild -Seer- Past Lives dream later in the collection.

Imhotep Dream 28-6-2013 Leuven

We were staying in a hotel that once used to be a convent in Leuven…

I was there for a job interview with IMEC and got to see an ASML EUV lithography machine.

I am somehow on a river in which there are cars. They are all flowing towards a waterfall. I am somehow stationary. There is a bright red car associated with a woman. It flows over the edge and hits a rock. It is compacted and squashed. I can see it still bright red on the rocks below.

Somehow there is going to be a police investigation into this. I am at a gathering and everyone is wondering where the car disappeared to.

There is a gap in the dreaming.

There is a gathering and we are all sat around in a circle in front of a stage. We are waiting for the arrival of a female shaman / seer. She appears from behind the curtains. I can see her eyes and for some reason she homes in on me and start to look into my eyes. She then continues around the circle in a ceremonial way. I say partially under my breath “mutant”. The people all gasp. I have dared.

She comes back over to me and stares into my eyes. We lock in some kind of contest of wills and she turns into a naked child like figure with exquisite Egyptian features. “Imhotep” I say out loud and pointing at her. “You are a mutant of Imhotep and I have known you before. Why do you seek me again?” She is covered in fine black hair.

There is a gap in the dreaming.

I am somehow on a ferry. It is very large. There are people joining the ferry. One of them, a dutchman, says that he is going to run around the ferry to check its shape. There are four drums and some young people pop up to start playing drums. I start drumming with a chair.

Whilst everyone is looking at me a leather bound book appears. It is to do with my mystery. I know now that I have had Egyptian lives {plural}. The book starts to open and it says “Marchmont” {implicit house}. This is a part of my mystery. Very English and upper class. Everyone smiles.

I am now in a doctor’s surgery. The man there is taking blood via a phial like device in the fold of my elbow. He has taken a sample and having retracted the syringe he is waiting for blood to spurt. It does not. Whilst he is waiting, he puts two white fabric tags or plasters on my right hand. I have been “scanned” and must always wear these now. I must tell my next of kin and those in my will that I have had this scan. It is somehow related to genetics. He asks me if I have any living relatives. He comments that I am in a bad way and should contact them soon.

Dream ends

*This was before my cancer diagnosis in 2015

From Wikipedia

Imhotep (/ɪmˈhoʊtɛp/;Ancient Egyptian: ỉỉ-m-ḥtp “(the one who) comes in peace”; fl. late 27th century BCE) was an Egyptian chancellor to the Pharaoh Djoser, possible architect of Djoser’s step pyramid, and high priest of the sun god Ra at Heliopolis. Very little is known of Imhotep as a historical figure, but in the 3,000 years following his death, he was gradually glorified and deified.

Traditions from long after Imhotep’s death treated him as a great author of wisdom texts and especially as a physician. No text from his lifetime mentions these capacities and no text mentions his name in the first 1,200 years following his death. Apart from the three short contemporary inscriptions that establish him as chancellor to the Pharaoh, the first text to reference Imhotep dates to the time of Amenhotep III (c. 1391–1353 BCE). It is addressed to the owner of a tomb, and reads:

The wab-priest may give offerings to your ka. The wab-priests may stretch to you their arms with libations on the soil, as it is done for Imhotep with the remains of the water bowl.

— Wildung (1977)

It appears that this libation to Imhotep was done regularly, as they are attested on papyri associated with statues of Imhotep until the Late Period (c. 664–332 BCE). Wildung explains the origin of this cult as a slow evolution of intellectuals’ memory of Imhotep, from his death onward. Gardiner finds the cult of Imhotep during the New Kingdom (c. 1550–1077 BCE) sufficiently distinct from the usual offerings made to other commoners that the epithet “demigod” is likely justified to describe his veneration.

The first references to the healing abilities of Imhotep occur from the Thirtieth Dynasty (c. 380–343 BCE) onward, some 2,200 years after his death.

Imhotep is among the few non-royal Egyptians who were deified after their deaths, and until the 21st century, he was one of nearly a dozen non-royals to achieve this status. The center of his cult was in Memphis. The location of his tomb remains unknown, despite efforts to find it. The consensus is that it is hidden somewhere at Saqqara.

Seb. the Witch and the Monk Dream 18-08-21

Here is the first dream, a bit thematically diverse to the second one.

I am on a showground on a large country estate in England. Some kind on agricultural county show has just taken place. A few metres from me is Seb’s mother. {Seb was a tutorial client of mine.} She asks me how things are and welcomes me to their estate. I say things are fine. Up on the viewing stands Seb appears and says Hi.

Together the three of us walk of to the main house which is magnificent. They both go on inside and I meet Seb’s father who is dressed in a very English country gent manner. “Welcome back into the fold old chap. I say would you be so kind as to park up the mower and the small trailer?

I go back to the field and drive the trailer and then the mower into the internal courtyard of the house.

I ask If I should park them in the usual place.

“Yes, you remember where they used to go, don’t you?”

I drive them round to the barn storage area where I encounter Seb’s sister and older brother. The sister is in charge and the brother is her side kick. She says Hi and gesticulates into the barn.

I park the vehicles up and approach her.

As I get closer small dark smoky tendrils start to emanate from her and to a lesser extent her brother.

She says “Damn, that only used to happen when I was near that Christian monk from two lifetimes ago. The one who outed me as a witch!”

In the dream I know it was me who was the Christian priest monk she is referring to. She does not yet guess this.

Dream ends.

Prodigal Son – Rastafari Dream 10-01-22

Here is one of my three dreaming segments from last night…

I am sat with others in a circle on small individual chairs. The feeling is like some kind of group discussion / therapy. We are discussing the prodigal son. Fi gets up and says that the parable is all about profligacy and sin. She maintains that the son in question is wasteful and does not respect material things. I say that the prodigal son sees the lack of value amongst the material things after his many incarnations. He develops humility and is no longer drawn to the earthly. Hence, he returns to the father, the source. Nevertheless, normal humanity sees only the materiality and deeply resents the prodigal for wasting that to which they are attached.

A little while later I am walking through the centre and bump into a Rastafarian who is younger than me and has bright shiny eyes. He asks if I am the dude who defended the prodigal son? Yes. He asks if I know the true meaning of Melchizedek. Yes. I explain to him that for quite a while I was drawn to Rastafarian mysticism. He asks me to lend him a cd. I go over to my pile. We are now somehow in Brixton. I explain to him that I used to live here a long while ago. I shuffle through my CDs and find Prodigal Son by Steel Pulse. Jah Rastafari.

I move around the centre and am broadly accepted by everyone there. Words has gotten around about me. I try to leave the centre and follow a winding spiral staircase which goes through various flats. I arrive at a back door. I open it and step outside. Now I am being chased by a young black guy. I stop and say, “hit me if you wish. I meant no harm.” He considers this for a moment and then says, “nah, just don’t do it again.” He walks off.

In the dream I know that this is advising me that although the familiar is tempting going back to old haunts does not really work.

Dream ends.

Canal Boat – Reincarnation – Book Dream 19-4-23

The dream starts on a long canal boat on a canal and moored to canal side. The wife and I are asleep in a bedroom of the canal boat under a large navy blue blanket. We hear the engines start up and get ready to get up. In the distance a young woman shouts that we are getting ready to set off and that we had better get up. She jokes that we might be as old as the more than one hundred year old canal boat. I shout to her that if you consider reincarnations then I am a whole lot older than that.

A young woman with long black hair, the ends of which are dyed blue, comes into our room. Her hair is swept over her head from one side. She is dressed ethnically in loose harem pants with a tie-die chemise. She has a big shiny earing in her left ear and a nose piercing. She bounces into our room and onto our bed. She asks about the reincarnations and I know that she is bilingual, French English. She is French. I tell her that I “know” of five incarnations stretching back over two thousand years. I say that my book is due to be published in Paris in a few weeks’ time. They are detailed therein.

Her partner, a more masculine looking woman, with short blond hair in blue jeans and a white T-shirt is less convinced. We all move into the wheelhouse. I know that the two young woman are considering if they want me to assist them, a long established lesbian couple, with having a baby. They are unsure if they both want one or just one for the long haired one. Who I know to be a dreamer. The situation is amicable and we have all known each other for a long time. I am something of an older father figure. From the back of the boat, we can see the front of the boat slowly move away from quay side.

There is a young man with unruly black hair shipping the ropes back on board at the front and another man at the back.

They come into the wheelhouse and the more masculine woman tells him about the reincarnations. He grabs hold of my leg and starts to twist it asking me if I truly believe in what I have said. It is a kind of loose torture. I say to him that he may be small, fast, and agile but that I am way bigger than him and a whole lot stronger. I suggest that it would be better for him to let go of my leg. Which he does.

The young woman with the dark hair asks me again and I explain that one of my incarnations was Christian and two were Buddhist. I know that she has had various dreams and that she wants to talk with me about them in due course once the boat is underway.

Dream ends.

Vardyger {Vardøgr} dream 6-6-23.

Having just spent an hour or so fault finding with the satellite LNB receiver, it is back to the world of Vardyger. Strange, picking up microwaves for space and geo-stationary orbit one minute and “the double” the next.

During the night I had some problems getting off to sleep, this is not uncommon in and around the full moon. This one is also celebrated as Vesak in some places.

In the dream I am having a conference with several other “people” we are reviewing what is going on. I express concern that things are slow. The conference is not corporeal.

They tell me not to worry because the incarnation of the vardigers {or vartigers as I “hear” it} is now fully underway. My mind knows that this word means fore-runners or advance party in one sense. And that in a way I am a forerunner, one of the first of my ilk. It is strange in the dream that Asian “men” are using a Scandinavian sounding word. I am the fore or var, at the front and avant garde.

I sense that the implication is of some kind of harbinger and there are others.

It is made clear to me that I must remember the word and write it down on waking. It is very important that I capture the word.

In the dream I know that this is significant and of portent.

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As soon as I go downstairs and before I greet Bowie the cat, I scribble the word on a post it.

A little later I type vardiger into Google and all that it suggests to me is Vardøger.

Saffron Trousers “Muay Thai” – Reincarnation – Dream 10-07-23

Here is this morning’s dream.

The dream opens at the confluence of two rivers in mountainous terrain. The river beds are strewn with dark grey-black rock. The river levels are low as is the resultant river. It is clear that from time to time and in rainy season torrents flow. Around the rivers are dense rainforest like trees. I am on a “beach” to the side of one of the rivers. There is a sense of antiquity and of “ago”. I know that I am near a village which is on a major trade route into / across the mountains. It has been the scene of major battles.

I look down and can see that I am wearing only some saffron-yellow trousers. They are held up with a drawstring at the waist and the ankles are similarly tied. They are loose fitting. My head is freshly shaved and without hair. My body is Asian and early twenties. It has no body hair. I am of a slight yet muscular build. I have a tattoo of my left forearm which I cannot see. I am with an old man with white hair and wispy beard. He is dressed in cotton trousers and jackets. He is an elder.

I am not of the village but have been assigned to it. There is an upcoming festival and I have been chosen to represent the village. Tribes will be coming down from the mountains for the festivities, which will be extensive over a number of days.

I point at a red rock on the shore. I say to the man that this could be ground up for face paint. {My mind interjects it is iron oxide}. He says yes and notes it. He will send one of the women back for it.

He has in his hand a cane upon which is a small pad. I am now supposed to kick the pad as he moves it. The type of kick is a roundhouse. He encourages me to swing the whole leg and not flex it at the knee. {My mind interjects that this not like a Japanese roundhouse mawashi-geri but more like a Muay Thai kick}. He moves the pad around getting me to kick low and high. He says that I must focus on the thigh kicks as these will deaden the legs of my opponents. He says that this is a key part of Muay Thai. He encourages me to kick low very hard and fast as we move around the beach. This “way” goes a long way back. He then gets me to work on a front stop kick which prevents the opponent from getting close. He says that I should tap into the warriors of old from this part of the mountains. The tribes coming down are savage and ruthless so I will have to be on my guard and at my best.

He says that although I am not of the village as the Buddhist priest, I should know its ways.

I have worked up a sweat. He suggests that I dunk myself in the river. Which I do.

The dream ends as we walk towards the village and I am amazed at how this body feels in comparison to the one in which I am sleeping.

Dream ends

* I note than in my waking dreams of me as a Buddhist priest I had a Sanskrit tattoo of “om mane padme hum” on forearms.

This is perhaps my Thai Buddhist lifetime, one of three putative Buddhist incarnations.

Engine Rebuild – Seer – Past Lives – Dream 9-11-23

This dream was more detailed than I am able to fully recall. Here are the salient points.

The dream opens in my grandparent’s house in Trealaw near Tonypandy. We are all sat around in the bottom kitchen. On the floor is the engine from a VW beetle. It is no longer working. There is mayhem with coming and goings.

The wife and I set off to seek a mechanic to fix the engine and get it back into the car. We arrive at our local {French} mechanics and I explain to them what is wrong with the engine in French. The wife is with me in case I need language back up. I explain where the engine is located. The mechanic says that they will come over in a few days’ time. We thank them and leave.

We scout around looking for parking places on Trealaw road. There are none to be found.

We go back into the house and there is a young, tanned man in cotton trousers, cotton pants. He has no shirt or shoes. He has very long and very dark black hair. He looks to be Asian Indian. He is exotic. He tells me that he has been assigned as my brother and that he finds this unusual and does not like it. I say that this practice is common amongst the North American Indians and that I am there to be his guide. He does not like this. I shout at him a bit and say for him to wait, all will be revealed.

The dog does not like me shouting and goes to bite me. I offer it my clenched right fist which it puts in its mouth and bites down. It then shakes its head from side to side. I pick the dog up with my arm whilst it is shaking it. When the dog is close to my eyes. I look directly at it, eye to eye. The dog lets go, falls, whimpers, and runs off.

I the gather everyone around and suggest that we try to fix the engine ourselves. The scene changes to a basement garage reminiscent of the hot rod scene “Greased Lightning” in the film “Grease”. I lift the engine up onto a metallic work bench and we start cleaning and assembling engine parts. Here it gets very intricate. I can see exhaust manifolds, engine block, fuel feeds, spark plugs, cooling sub-systems and into the cylinder heads themselves. The engine block is transparent.

We are ready to go and start the engine up. I can see the fuel injection and combustion. There is a leak of petrol and the whole engine block goes up in flames. I smother this with a banket. We make some adjustments and start again. Now the engine is smooth and purring. Someone revs it. He says look that the engine is fit for a king and not a beetle.

An old woman and her helper walk into the room. She walks aided with a stick. She sits at the shiny metallic table. She is partially blind. The engine is stopped so that she can speak. The young Indian man comes over and stands by my side. He says that she is a seer of some power and renown. She has come to tell me about my past lives.

She asks me if I am sceptical. I say I know that I already have information on five of my past lives.

She says good. She tells me that she will tell me of my Mexican-American and Hindu lives. She intimates that the young man was a companion to me in each of these. I say that I already have a name coming through for my Mexican life, thousands of years ago. She says that in time it will be good to see if we concur.

First though she will tell me of my brahmin Hindu {Vedic} life. These are two more priestly lives. She intimates that in time the Hindu life will explain many other things.

Dream ends…I know I must wait.

Kālacakra –Black and White Umbilicus – Tantra – Dream 13-1-24

Before I begin, I swear I had no magic mushrooms or any other hallucinogen before bedtime!

Here is last night’s dreaming sequence.

I am with a woman in some kind of chamber or cave. She is heavily pregnant. I lay her down on a fourfold mandala on the floor. The design is very similar to this Kālacakra or wheel of time mandala. I know that this is of the deepest and most profound tantra. I align the woman North South on the mandala. I know that I will recognise the mandala if I ever see it again. It is imprinted in my consciousness.

A white European baby is born. It is pink-white and is surrounded by a glowing aura. There is no umbilical cord and yet it is called an umbilicus. The baby is pristine clean and radiant. It is naked and male.

Next a shiny obsidian black baby is born also with European features. It has an umbilical chord which I remove by hand. In neither birth are there any amniotic fluids or blood. The black obsidian baby is born wearing a nappy. It is also male. It is very shiny.

I know that the white baby does not need to be reborn. I know that the black umbilicus is tied to the wheel of birth because it has an umbilical cord.

One is good and the other is pure undistilled evil.

In the dream I know that I am a creature of the light and no longer bound to the wheel.

I know that at first evil is always strongly attracted to good, this attraction fades. I know that good is not attracted to evil it is simply not that interested, not bothered or enticed.

The scene changes and I am walking in a park with the black and white babies in a side by side push chair. They make an odd couple. One radiant auric white and the other deepest obsidian.

I come too and then drift back off.

I see an ethereal white figure. It has a quasi-human form yet it has wing like structures. It is floating suspended in the air. On its back between the shoulder blades is a tiny insignia like this.

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In the dream I know that the figure is an angel and that it is an angel of light and not of dark.

The scene changes and I am in a tropical forest underneath truly giant leaves. The sounds of rainforest are all around. There are drops of water falling from the leaf and landing on my head. I can see a tiny transparent circle appear in the leaf. There is a tiny window of transparency in the deepest green through which the droplets trickle.

I walk out from under the leaf and climb a little incline. From there I can see a most exquisite bird of paradise which had been “pissing” on me. Though the piss was spring water and not urine. The bird has exquisite orange and pink plumage on its head. The body and wing feathers are of a light emerald green and the wings are tipped with turquoise blue. The bird is pleased to see me and I it. We both stand there for a long time enjoying each other’s company and the fecund sound of the tropical rainforest.

The scene changes and I can see a man sat at a desk. On the desk is some parchment like paper, an ink well and a quill for writing. There is a small pile of books to one side. The man is clean shaven with fairly long grey hair parted in the middle. I know that he wears this in a ponytail or bob when out socialising. He has a kind European face and I know that his hair was once jet black. His eyes have a sparkle. He is wearing a white collarless shirt with the top button done up. The sleeves are blouson. This is informal, at home, attire. I know that the desk is mine and the man was me in my most recent life before this one. I am feeling emotional as I write this. I know his face now.

I wake up and think wow, I had better write that all down…

Japan and Dual Passport Dream 14-02-2024

My body was feeling a bit tired with “new” muscles after fitting the fence. This dream is out of the blue. A while back I had thought that one of my lives was as a Japanese Buddhist monk. That was until I had a dream pointing to Northern Thailand. This dream hints.

The dream starts with me in Tokyo. I am in a building which is a department store and I am exploring. On arrival at each floor, I am greeted in Japanese by a smartly dressed young woman in uniform and I respond also in Japanese. I remember just how tidy; how spick and span Japan can be.

The elevator does not reach the top floor so I climb a set of stairs. There is a well-equipped computer centre and it is filled with young Japanese gamers. There is much activity. I decide it is not for me.

I leave the building and walk the streets back to my hotel. It is a medium sized classical hotel. I have an appointment for dinner later that day. I enjoy my walk looking at all the kanji on the side of the buildings.

I arrived for dinner in a lightweight grey suit with black leather shoes. There are a few younger Japanese men, smartly dressed. There is an older man who is in charge, sempai. I sit next to him because we are friends. We discuss how the Korean mafia is taking over the production of advanced AI chips. He says that I am welcome to come there to work with them.

I say that is easy because I have a Japanese passport. I take my “red” UK EU passport and my blue five year biometric Japanese passport out and put them on the table to show him. I know in the dream that I have dual identity and dual nationality. In a sense I am part Japanese. I have been here before and lived here.

There is much conviviality and drinking. The younger men tease me about staying at a boring old-fashioned hotel.

Dream ends.

On waking I am reminded of my prior investigation into esoteric Japanese Vajrayana Buddhism. I am planning to start into the Kālacakra Tantra today but I will need some of ritual before I start.

Woman’s Body – Laceration – Painkiller Dream 16-02-2024

Here is this morning’s dream. It is my first in which I am in a woman’s body.

I am in a hospital which feels 19^th century and the nurse’s uniforms are very old-fashioned. The word crinoline. I look down at my left foot. There is a laceration from the inside of my ankle over the top of the foot all the way around to the outside of my ankle. It will need stitching. The foot is not my current one, it looks feminine and small.

The nurse approaches with a needle and thread. She says that it is going to hurt.

I ask if I can get some painkillers. Yes.

I get up and walk towards the spiral staircase of our current house. As I descend the stairs there is an unfamiliar sensation in my chest. I figure it out to be breasts bobbing about as I go down the staircase. The sensation is strange to me.

I go into our current pantry and find a packet of co-codamol, paracetamol and codeine. I take one tablet out which I swallow with a glass of water. I put the packet in the pocket of my old fashioned nightdress. I go back to the staircase and ascend into the hospital ward.

I put the tablets into my bedside locker and get back into bed.

The nurse asks if I want some opium. I say no thank you because the tablet has started to work.

She approaches with some pliers and pulls back the toenail of my left big toe and then removes it.

She then starts stitching up the wound on my ankle. I can see quite a large needle and am aware that the thread has a wide gauge compared to modern synthetic ones. I look down to see her handiwork.

She applies a dressing and then bandages my entire foot up. She will check it in a few days.

I am lying in an old-school metal framed bed with a metal spring net for a base. The mattress is like the horsehair ones we had at boarding school. There is an odour of carbolic.

The nurse comes back some time later. She removes the dressing. The toe has healed and there is new nail on it. The stiches have vanished and there is a light pink scar where the wound once was.

The dream ends.

On waking I think that this dream has elements in which I can actually work with on myself. The possibility of a female incarnation in the 19^th century is there but that is out of line with my current thinking.

13^th Dalai Lama Dream 01-03-2024

Here is the second dream.

I am in a village hall here in Brittanny. There is an event going on organised by some of the British expat community. Sat at the back in monk’s robes is a man roughly my age with a small retinue. He is Tibetan. They are in monochrome. They are chatting amongst themselves. A woman turns to them and says to the man that he talks too much.

I turn to the wife and say that she has just told the Dalai Lama that he talks too much. He hears me and we lock eyes. He is grinning profusely and we both find the situation hysterically funny. He turns to his retinue and says, “The Dalai Lama talks too much!” They all giggle slightly because he is known for not saying that much at all.

In the dream I know that this is a previous incarnation of the current Dalai Lama. Because he looks different. I recognise him.

{On searching Google, it is the 13^th Dalai Lama as an older man.}

The sense of fun at being told off we share is uplifting.

The scene changes and I am now deeper in the hall with the wife. I am making an herbal tea with citrus rind, bright yellow berries and ginger in a large Pyrex bowl. I pour this through a sieve into two cups. We go outside to let it cool.

I say that we have to go back in because the meeting is starting. We find that someone has tidied up our mugs. We sit down on a couple of chairs and the meeting kicks off in English. The expats are mobilising for some cause or other. They tell us we have every right to be there.

The scene changes and I am in a mountain {possibly Tibet} monastery. I am with a young boy aged around ten. We are in a bedroom and he is standing on the bed. He is of Tibetan origin with jet black hair. We are touching foreheads and playing a gentle game of headbutts with each other. His English is impeccable and I tell him so. He seems very familiar to me. We are having a great deal of fun.

Someone comes to the door and escorts us to a room with large step like seats. The boy instructs me to go some way up the steps and I am joined by the wife.

Some men come in and put a carved wooden chair on the floor. The boy says that the Dalai Lama likes to have people higher than he because it reminds him to stay humble. The Dalai Lama comes in and sits on the chair. The boy stands next to him. It is clear that they know each other well. In the dream I know that this is yet another prior incarnation of the Dalai Lama.

The scene changes and I am outside by the shore of a mountainous lake. I am sat with a young white American. A dharma bum. In the background the Dalai Lama is organising a spectacle a ritual with white flags and huge prayer wheels. There is a horse riding display. Implicit in the dream is that the Dalai Lama will see me soon.

I am talking with the American about the nature of reality. I say to him that I know that reincarnation is real because I have recollection of my prior lives in dreams.

As the dream is fading, I get a full colour image of the current the 14^th Dalai Lama and a sensation of joining Ajna centres.

Dream ends

Tibetan Buddhist Search Committee Dream 29-04-23.

This dream was so out of the blue, unexpected.

The dream starts in the UK in England. I am hosting a personal development course in a country house with a large events room. We are sat in plenary in U-shape around the side of the high ceiling dance hall. It is ornate but now carpeted. A smartly dressed tall woman with a feint American accent and long blonde hair is speaking on a slightly raised wooden dais. She is using a long wooden pointer to point at a presentation she is making, which is running on a white screen.

It is time for a break before the final closing remarks and conference wrap up.

Everyone gets up for refreshments which are served in the antechamber. I walk through this into the back of the house which turns into a smaller building. This is where I have been living in the UK countryside. There is a wooden shed and outbuildings. I am checking on the content of these as we will be moving soon. Someone has started moving the items of furniture. I say to a woman there that she ought to have known better not to disturb my system. There is a symmetry to how I have fitted things in the shed. They only go in one way and must come out the reverse way. The passage to the shed is narrow and there is only one way to do this. I am slightly angry and the people are sheepish.

I return to the conference and it is over. Everyone has left, they are all people from my past in one sense. I have missed my chance to do the summing up and to thank the speaker. They have mostly left in embarrassment. The sense of embarrassment is strong and clear.

The speaker is now playing a video recording of semi-rural Tibet. The camera is running through the streets and I can see a large white and brown temple up on the hill. There are prayer flags and modern Tibetan people together with some more rustic “peasants”. I look at the woman and she has changed into an embroidered gold and red jacket over her novice nun robes. He hair is now short. I ask her about the video she says that it is of her people and that she has been working for them in making my acquaintance.

At this point a small party of people enter the room. They are all dressed in ceremonial Tibetan robes. These are very opulent. The embroidery is yellow, red, magenta, and saffron. It is ornate and slightly garish. There is a scent of incense accompanying them They are headed by a monk/abbot who is old and his right hand man who has jet black hair. In the entourage there is a western woman with a round yellow-red embroidered cap over her bald head. I recognise her as someone whom I have met in this lifetime. I go up to her and say, “I know you”. She winks, smiles and says that yes, I do and that she had been sent to observe me. Amongst them is a tall athletic Tibetan man who moves with grace, poise and style. I point my finger into his chest. I say to him, “you are warrior and fighter.” He laughs and says yes. We can spar later using traditional Tibetan weapons to see what I remember.

Now into the back of the room furniture is being carried in by hand. I know it to be of a ceremonial nature and his has been carried from afar. My eyes are drawn to a very ornate chest with meticulous cabinet work. It is made in the shape of a Welsh dresser with an upper cupboard. The wood is highly polished, perhaps walnut. The detail of the closures is in gold. It is a treasure and contained within it are relics. Although not visible to the naked eye, inscribed into the wood in “magic” lettering are some words in Tibetan script. The calligraphy is excellent and the downward strokes of the letters are longer and more artistic than is customary. They have been inscribed with flourish. There is a sense that the intense black calligraphy has been “burned” into the wood over the centuries and that only certain people can see it.

The carpet on the floor of the hall has been rolled back to reveal a parquet dance floor of some considerable sheen. Amongst the entourage I can hear gossiping. “It cannot be him; he is too coarse thickset and muscular.”

I hear this and whip off my shirt to reveal my muscular bare chest. I say that I will cooperate with whatever it is they must do. Take a look if you must. I am now wearing saffron yellow trousers, training pants, that are “elasticated” at the ankles. {See Muay Thai dream}I start to do a forward splits on the floor to warm up. I say that given I am nearly sixty I am surprised that being that old I can still do that.

One of the woman in the entourage says to me that I am much older than that both in this lifetime and stretching way back. I am nearly 73 she says. I do the mental calculation that I must have been “born” in the early 1950s. She says, “we tried to wake you five years ago”. You have been “asleep” and we have been waiting.

I briefly wake up and then drift off.

I am at an oriental Temple scene with ponds and in an immaculate garden. At first pass I think Chinese and then know Japanese. There are people there with round black ceremonial hats and flowing Japanese robes. I am poured into the pond as very large and bright, shiny goldfish. I swim in the Temple ponds and in the dream, I know that my second Buddhist life was Japanese. These ponds are my home, where I swim.

I the return to the hall in the previous part of the dream and the warrior comes into the room carrying some odd looking Tibetan martial arts weapons. Which I recognise. Some of the monks are now seated and are reciting mantra whilst thumbing through their prayer beads.

I have a very strong visual image of two yellow-hat Tibetan monks in full colour sat on a rock up in the mountains playing their long Tibetan alpine horns. That image and the sound persists even now. I can “hear” the horns inside my mind. They are precursors to a ritual, setting the scene.

I get up and greet the cat. I take my medication and put the coffee on. I sit down and start typing…

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

June 24, 2024 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

“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

June 24, 2024 ~ quantumdreamer ~ 1 Comment

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 4^thteam 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

June 23, 2024June 23, 2024 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

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 7^th 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

June 22, 2024June 22, 2024 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

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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Saffron Trousers “Muay Thai” – Reincarnation – Dream 10-07-23

June 21, 2024June 21, 2024 ~ quantumdreamer ~ 1 Comment

Here is this morning’s dream.

The dream opens at the confluence of two rivers in mountainous terrain. The river beds are strewn with dark grey-black rock. The river levels are low as is the resultant river. It is clear that from time to time and in rainy season torrents flow. Around the rivers are dense rainforest like trees. I am on a “beach” to the side of one of the rivers. There is a sense of antiquity and of “ago”. I know that I am near a village which is on a major trade route into / across the mountains. It has been the scene of major battles.

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He says that although I am not of the village as the Buddhist priest, I should know its ways.

I have worked up a sweat. He suggests that I dunk myself in the river. Which I do.

The dream ends as we walk towards the village and I am amazed at how this body feels in comparison to the one in which I am sleeping.

Dream ends

* I note than in my waking dreams of me as a Buddhist priest I had a Sanskrit tattoo of “om mane padme hum” on forearms.

This is perhaps my Thai Buddhist lifetime, one of three putative Buddhist incarnations.

Link to Thai Sak Yant Tattoos

Medieval Vestment – Reincarnation – Dream 18-09-21

June 21, 2024June 21, 2024 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

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It feels like the 12^th or 13^th century. We are both on horseback, my companion and I. He is something like a batman to me. We are not wearing our usual uniform with the rose cross. We are simply adorned in chain mail and are carrying battle axes. Our swords are in scabbards around our belts. Under my mail I have a vestment which is a sacred relic. I explain to my companion that the best way to attack with a battle-axe is from slightly behind, one needs to manoeuvre the opposition to be in front by pulling back on the reigns of the horse.

We have to get the vestment over the border and into the protection of the bishopric. We are being pursued and our pursuers are gaining on us, but we are close to the border and the pursuers will not dare breech it. I decide that my companion needs to make a loud diversion whilst I slope off into the forest, there is a path known to me there which leads to a wall in which I can hide the vestment. My companion giddies up the horse and heads off into the distance making a lot of noise. I slip off the trail and into the wood quietly. Soon I pick up the path I know. I arrive at the clearing and by the wall I dismount. I am over the border and at the edge of the bishopric. I remove my mail and secrete the vestment in the wall. It is yellow and red and highly ornate. It is by way of a waistcoat to be worn over a priest’s robes. It is not mine, but it has been OK for me to carry it because I have been ordained.

As agreed, I rendezvous with my companion in the local town, and we go off to see the bishop there to acquire a guard of men and with which we will retrieve the garment. The setting feels like England, but it could well be Breton. It is green, verdant and pleasant.

When I awake this dream is very reminiscent of a lifetime two lifetimes ago.