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Catamaran – Laugharne – Brown Dog – Kangaroo – Closed Door Dream 20-03-2026

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Here is last night’s dream it seems to point at a change in the direction of the wind.

The dream opens abord a small catamaran sailing vessel equipped with an outboard motor. The main hull would accommodate maybe four people sleeping. It is well looked after, all ship shape and Bristol fashion. The tarpaulins out to the rider sub-hulls are deep blue and stretched taught. We are moving under motor into a small marina where there are leisure craft of varying size and expense. It is a bright sunny day  and we are pulling in under the guidance of one of the port team who has come abord to pilot. She is dressed in smart “sailing” fashion and has long chestnut brown hair which is shiny.  She is young. As we approach the pontoon I jump off and tie off. The pilot leaves us and waves. The wife disembarks. We are working our way along the South Wales coast to Carmarthen and Laugharne. We have now been cleared to use the port by the harbour captain. We make our way along the pontoons towards the town. We are met by a chocolate brown athletic labrador retriever, thinner than your normal labrador and very enthusiastic. I know she is called Holly.

The scene changes and we are again entering the same port. The weather is less sunny. As we disembark and go towards town we see Holly waiting for us. She has been in the water and is dripping wet. Something has happened to Holly she does not look quite so well and vibrant. She is nevertheless enthusiastic in her greeting. I must get something out of the water. I throw in a fishing hand line and pull out a metre long thin eel like fish. It is very unusual like a Chinese dragon with long whiskers and a beard. It is not a dragon; it is a fish. I hold it up in my right hand and it curls itself around my arm. It is like a loosely coiled spring. Crossing between pontoons I can see a small “red” kangaroo. It is hopping on one leg the left one and holding the other one over its shoulder with its arms. I can see multiple surgery stiches along the inside length of the leg and up into the groin. The kangaroo seems completely unbothered by carrying its leg. We proceed into town. We know that this port is only a stepping stone as we are heading towards Carmarthen and Laugharne, maybe even further into Pembrokeshire.

The scene changes and we are in a car approaching a city centre car park. As we get nearer the way is partially blocked by a very large old style Range Rover. It won’t let us into the the lane for the main car park entrance. I note a smaller lane for the car park ground floor. I squeeze the right hand drive UK car past the Range Rover. When we approach the barrier I get out and press a red “stop-like” button which protrudes. An attendant comes out and gives me a key on the end of a yellow stretchy coiled lanyard. The lanyard has the consistency of electric cable but is stretchy and spring-like. The lanyard is about 50 cm long. I go to the control panel for then barrier and open it with the key. I put the key in my pocket. The barrier rises and we enter the car park. The barrier closes behind us. The Range Rover driver watches mildly pissed off.

We get out of the car and try to leave the car park via the ground floor Ladies toilets. Outside the cubicles there are two men, they are security services types. I go to try the door where I know the door to be. The door is locked shut and has been wall-papered over. I cannot find the handle nor the lock. I know that the door is there behind the wall paper which the security men have covered it with. They find it very funny that I cannot open the door. I look to the side of the door to the normal toilet entrance door which appears also to be locked. I see the vague outline of a door in the wall and press upon it with my fingers and the secret door swings open directly into a main corridor of a swish shopping mall. We go through the door and it closes behind us.

In the dream I think that closed doors always simplify things.

The dream ends…

Gelugpa Wrasse – Dreams and Snippets 21-02-2025

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The first thing to say here is that what follows is inordinately difficult to verbalize.

Leading up to the last few days and despite numerous appearances of Tibetan based themes in dreaming I have been fairly certain that I have never had a Tibetan-Bhutanese-Nepalese incarnation. In whatever visions or dreams I have had with a Buddhist flavour I have never been wearing the maroon robes of that locality and certainly never any groovy hats.

Nevertheless, the tulku {or nirmāṇakāya} phenomenon has been resident at the periphery. I have never had the Mahayana urge or thought form pertaining to a bodhisattva training journey of coming back for the benefit of all sentient beings, to teach and to aid. This idealised wish form projected onto would be bodhisattvas seems a human thing and potentially prevents beings from leaving when they ought to be exiting the wheel of rebirth. “Please don’t leave us”, is not an empowering or enabling sentiment.

A few days ago, in the twilight between sleep and wakefulness I had a few images of me dressed in maroon monks robes with a yellow hat characteristic of the Gelug lineage of Tibetan Buddhism. I was surprised. It was a “turn up for the books” and does not fit with my hypothetical chronology. The only Tibetan stuff I have felt akin with are the tales of Chögyam Trungpa though I met at a distance Akong Rinpoche. Their relationship was complex if I understand it correctly. I have a hypothesis as to why Trungpa resonated.

What is safe to say is that the thought-forms associated with and to centuries old Buddhist traditions, studied and recited by thousands are firm, almost solid. The lineage has a “mind” all of its own, nurtured by devotees of and with a ruthless and tireless devotion. It exists in the mental and emotional space of humanity. People reciting and chanting for centuries make something almost tangible in a physical sense. The traditions and practice are kept vital and alive by regular enactment, quasi-archaic though they may be. They are alive.

Newtonian mechanics dominated the human psyche to be improved upon around a century ago for microscopic systems. Yet Newton is useful to this day in our everyday reality. These mechanics are a part of the mental space of humanity. They have merit. They work. There is a loose analogy.

This morning, I had a brief dreaming sequence in which I encountered a fish in a tank. The tank was large, beautiful and with coral. The fish was an ocean going wrasse. It introduced it self as a Gelugpa Wrasse. It told me that even if I had been previously associated with the Gelug, there was no place for me therein in this life. Such a thing would be way too disruptive. The wrasse was calm and relaxed. It was just conveying without colouration.

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It said that way back in the 1990s in Switzerland there had been a possibility but life circumstances had scuppered that. “Not to worry”, it said. It showed me some images of Bern.

I struggled to hold more of the dream but the wrasse part remained clear. Fish is the dreaming symbol for awareness or the need to be wide awake. The wrasse was pretty enough though contained in a tank. It was not free.

I am not sure what to make of it.

Last night we watched the Netflix programme “Adolescence” in which life for a family changes dramatically overnight. It was very good and left one with a breathless reminder of how normality can be completely flipped in a matter of hours.

We have had a few flips over the years.

Freaky Friday, an equinox talking with fish again…

Fish – Russians – Nuclear Fusion Dream 11-06-24.

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Here is this morning’s dream.

The dream starts with the image of a large yellow-orange fish with a pointy dorsal fin. The fish is thick set and suspended in space. The dream takes a full 360˚ view around the fish in the horizontal plane. It has a slightly extended snout and is a marine animal. I know that the fish represents a singular state of awareness and that it is me. The vision of the fish is maintained for a long time.

Next, I am on board a large grey navy-like ship. I am with a lot of young people and we are discussing some intellectual property. There is a sense of buzz. We are however being chased on board by some Russian secret service men. They chase us around the ship. I jump off the ship and into the water. I swim to shore and land amongst a group of Americans sun bathing on a rock. The Russians catch up. I say to them that I might have something for them by way of invention but if they keep on chasing me it will never manifest.

At this they back off.

I am now in a laboratory setting working with some young anglophone Chinese students. We are constructing what is a small scale nuclear fusion reactor. The work is intricate and the reactor is room sized. I remember in the dream that I wrote down and idea for a laser produced plasma initiated confinement reactor. I am surprised by the juxtaposition of fusion reactor and fish.

Dream ends.