Tag: german

Five German Women – Secret Compartment – Dream 16-03-2026

~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

Here is this morning’s dream which is odd both for its subject content and the way the dream unfolded. It felt odd.

The dream opens on an inland beach. It is next to a large fresh water lake surrounded by woodland and verdant countryside. It is clearly summer. People are boating on and swimming in the lake. There is a smell of barbecues in the air. The wife and I are sat in deck chairs a little back from the beach in partial shade. Nearby is a group of five women. They are dressed in expensive bikini like swimwear, with expensive designer sunglasses and by the side of their chairs are expensive bags. They are five powerful women on a break together, a girls’ weekend. They are high maintenance and used to getting their way. They emanate a very European vibe. I can hear that they are speaking high German and comment upon this to the wife. The women are late thirties / early forties. One of them hears what I said and asks me in German if I understand what they have been saying. I respond that I can understand a very small amount of German and that this improves quickly with exposure. She says that she thinks I have a slight accent. I explain that I learned German in Bern many moons ago. She works out that we are British. The gang comes over and makes a big fuss, now in English, of the wife and I. They say that they don’t often get Brits at this lake. They are very sociable and welcoming. I can tell that they are highly skilled in people skills and are consummate professionals in some field or other. They are slick. It is a bit odd being professionally fussed over as if we were somehow “important”. It seems incongruent with my self-perception. “What is going on?”, I ask myself.

The dream changes and I am now in an isolated lodge or house also in the middle of a forest {wald}. In the grate there is a wood fire and the mantelpiece is large and carved out of wood. It is a bit Hansel and Gretel, a Germanic or Bavarian forest house. I am with a man and a woman, both seemingly Germanic. The man is forces or ex-forces. He has a very military bearing and is athletic and lithe. The woman is dark haired and clearly the boss. We are anticipating an important visit. I go over to check the fireplace. One can swing the fire forward on a hinged mechanism to reveal a secret compartment behind the fire place. I do this. I look at the framing of the compartment and decide that I am too large to get past the “portal” into the compartment as it stands. My shoulders are too broad. The man and I remove some of the frame and at a push I can now get into the compartment which forms a core to the house and has entrances into the lounge where we are, the kitchen and the cellar. It has viewers behind ventilation grills to see into the room. I can fit in and out. I leave the compartment and swing the fire back into place. We are a bit apprehensive as to who might come and if the meeting might go ahead. I have stashed the necessary documentation in the secret compartment.

We get into a car and look for an alternative. We go to the train station and the man and I go to the ticket barrier to get me a ticket to Cardiff. The next train is not for several hours. The ticket schemes are ludicrously complex. In order to buy a ticket I have to show my French driver’s licence. The man chats to me about being Welsh and that we all share an orientation and a mindset. We buy a ticket and I go down onto the platform.

Instead of catching the next train I can wait for another one. So I cross the train tracks illegally on foot and hurdle a fence onto the road to get to the car where the woman and now the man are waiting. I open the door to the back seat and get in. I say that we should go back to the lodge to see what if anything transpires. We will check the fire hiding the compartment and view the approach roads through the wood. The moment we see any approach I will go into the compartment. The woman in particular is pleased that we are going to try this. Implicit is one more time. Both the man and the woman feel somehow familiar.

The dream ends.

Malta German – Cat – South African Problem – Rand Account – Dream 19-02-2026

~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

Here are last night’s dreams. They are thematically divergent from the recent flow.

The wife and I are in Malta. We are wandering around a built up area with alleys off the main street it is possibly Valetta. We are looking for somewhere to have lunch. Down a side alley I see a chalked up slate easel menu board. We go to investigate. There is a Germanic old-school style café with pastries in the window, a bar and a few tables. The patron is a tall man with a white low apron and is sporting a full moustache. We look at the menu and go in. I go up to the counter and start to try to order in German. I am looking for a sausage in a long roll. There are several kinds. The man is very happy that I am trying German. In a mixture of mostly German and some English I complete my order, the wife orders in English. Soon the host comes over to our table with our food. Again we try German. It gets easier but I still cannot remember the German for sausage. The host is very happy with me and effusive.

I come to and I too am very happy, inordinately, that I was able to remember German in the dream. The word wurst comes to me and it makes me laugh. It is weird to be so happy about remembering German.

I drift back off and am in a veranda of sorts it is like a pod off the side of a house, with many facets, more sides than a hexagon. I don’t know whose veranda it is. Outside the garden runs down to a small river or brook. The veranda is in a bit of disrepair. The glass panels do not fit well. Outside on the window ledges is a cat. It is trying to get in to the veranda. As it moves to a gap in the window panes I readjust the panes so it cannot get it. This becomes something of a game between me and the cat. There will always be a gap because of the state of repair. We play this game for a long time.

I come to and wonder if the dream is pointing at some practical tasks that keep cropping up.

I drift off and am now in an office which is quite serious. I am looking at some paper work about extensive legal problems someone is having in South Africa. That person James cannot do anything about these problems whereas I might. The documentation is extensive and it is about a debt that he and others ran up. There are also share certificates and summons from courts. It is a huge mess and the paper trail is very extensive. There is a lawyer there who asks if I would like to help out. It looks like a minefield but I have the power to assist. I may be able to pay the fines to at least deal with the court summons. James is unaware of the dire situation he is in and the consequences thereof. He is not taking it seriously.

The scene changes and I am at an outside event with barbecues and an entertainment stage. Cars are parked around pub garden tables. It feels UK. There are people using the brai to cook. I have a sudden urge for an ice cream from one of the vans. I order one and go to pay. I cannot find my wallet. The man said I may have dropped it last night when I was drunk. I look on the floor in front of the van and find several wallets and several torches which I put on the ice cream van counter. One of them is my normal wallet. It is soaking wet. I open it and it is jammed full of pristine South African rand, mostly of high denomination. I peel off a few notes and hand the man a R80 note. Which he takes. He asks me about what I am going to do with all my dormant South African bank accounts. Many or which are full and could be filled from other South African sources. I say that I was planning on closing them down. He is now speaking in an Afrikaans accent and suggests that I let them fill up for a while and then decide what to do. If the account wants to fill with money where is the harm in that. I say to him that money and by extension power are not currently how I live. They seem distant. He laughs and say that despite this I still have a wallet crammed full of pristine soaking wet rand!!

The dream ends.

A Death – Strasbourg – German Police – Dream 24-01-2026

~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

Here is last night’s dream. It is of a different kind, what might be third person observer dreams especially in the last part. It feels like an end of chapter. Where I have tied off whatever current loose ends there are my end concerning other dreams. The dream does not readily fit with any other sequence though it points at a time in life which I might choose to review {again}.

The dream opens with a woman sat on a chair. She is facing a large window in a room with high ceilings. The room is antique ornate but I know it to be present day. Around now. The chair she is sitting on is a wooden dining table chair with a red leather inlaid cushion. There are burnished dark metal tacks holding the leather cover to the cushion. She is sat with her hands in her lap and with a straight back. She has a pose of someone meditating. Though I know that she is dead. She has not long died.

I can see that she is my age or a little older. She is thin with close short curly grey hair. She is wearing a dark dress with a tiny inlaid bright coloured pattern. She is white and untanned. She has on a light grey knitted cardigan which has a small pattern in the knit. The cardigan is open. She has a small golden necklace and the bridge of her nose is accustomed to spectacles. She has died facing the window as she wished. Although dead she is still around and unsurprised to experience me. She is in Strasbourg in a room in a large house which belongs and has belonged to her family. There is wealth and history. She has known of her death for many months and is relieved at its arrival.

The scene changes and I am at arrivals at Strasbourg airport. As I pass through the gates I am met by three colleagues from the German police. There is a woman and two men. She is the senior officer. “I” have come to help them investigate the death. I can see the British policeman and through his eyes but I know that I am not him. We greet and head off into Germany and to the police station where an incident room has been set up. The woman who has died is very wealthy and the will contentious. Around “me” they are speaking a mixture of German and English. I say that provided they speak slowly German is fine by me.

On the table is a large ~ 30 cm lens / mirror it is convex and looks to have tiny fracture lines. They ask me to pick it up and place it on the table to clean. I do this placing it on a large blue plastic cloth. I start to gently rub the optic and it shatters into many pieces. My German colleagues react with a start. I apologise.

We then go back into Strasbourg. I will get some cash out to pay for the optic. Before we get there we pass a nightclub by the river. I say that the last time I was there I went into that club. They suggest that we go there for lunch. The driver pulls up and all four of us go into the club. The inside is not as I remembered. It has become red and a bit garish as opposed to traditional. We take a seat in a booth. The police woman asks me what happened when I was last in Strasbourg. I am unsure as to the timescale of her inquiry.

As the dream fades I am left with a fading image of the dead woman sat on her chair.

Coming to I recall two visits to Strasbourg in this life and know that it was not the train station which I arrived at. The last visit was at a European Semiconductor conference just before I flew from Zurich via Milan and Palermo to a conference in Erice.

Importance – Protectors Dream – 4-12-2008

~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

This dream came a few days after first contact by Djwhal Kuhl et al. during dinner on the 1st of December.

I am in a large house and we go upstairs to a library. We are joined by a German man and he is dressed in a white clergyman outfit with a big red hat. There is also a small American man. They have reserved this room in the library in advance. The German man is speaking to me in high German. The essence is that I am too important for them to let me waste things, I am too important to lose. These two are now my protectors, my guides and my servants.

They turn to my wife and ask her whether she like what she sees.

Yes.

“When he lights up all the centres fire, do they not?”

Yes.

“He really must slow down. Do you understand this?”

Yes.

“He is assimilating too much too fast. This could be dangerous.”

The American says that I must take the way of the spirit – which is slower. That this is the way into the pink. He restates that I am too important to lose. He says that what I am trying to achieve takes time and that I should go easy on myself.

We leave the building and I go outside. My mother is there and she starts to have a go at me for moaning. I say to her that I never moan and that she is seeing the reflection of her own moaning which isn’t actually there in me. The American sees this happening and says that he will take care of it.

I know that there are protectors around me now and that they are watching over me.

Dream ends.

I resolve to slow down in my assimilation of the blue books opus.

Patent Attorney Dream 8-12-17

~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

I go back to bed for a snooze after breakfast, my body is tired after Aikido last night and the logs the day before. It is very unusual to dream in these snoozes.

I am in my garden, with a small house and a wooden fence. I go through the gate at the end of the garden onto the footpath that runs behind all the houses. The footpath is on the edge of hill which overlooks a large lake. The water in the lake is clear and azure blue. To the side of the big lake is a smaller similar coloured lake. From where I am standing I can see fish swimming in the lake. It is a clear sunny day of indeterminate season.

I go back into the garden and my sister has a telescopic fishing rod which looks to be a bit tangled with fishing line. I say, that was just what I was thinking. Let’s go and see if we can catch some fish. She follows with the rod. Attached to it are two pike fishing plugs. I say we won’t be needing these. We can find some hooks later. I have half a loaf of sliced bread. I start to roll some of the bread into balls and throw it from the hill into the water. It seems to attract the fish. But my throwing is off. I decide to go down to the lake.

At the edge of the lake I throw some bread balls in. The smaller fish are attracted. I then try to throw the bread out to where the bigger fish are. These are also attracted to the bread.

I go over to the smaller lake. To my surprise there are two women swimming in the lake. They are wearing fashionable, expensive, swimsuits. They are tall and athletic. I ask them what the water is like, one says cold. Just as I am asking I fall into the water fully clothed. The water is fine. One of them swims close to me and in a slightly sexually provocative manner. We talk for a bit and I can hear that she has an accent. We go over to the shallows and the two women get out as do I. They have to get back to work.

I ask them where they are from, Germany, south, I suggest. Yes one is German and the other Russian. I ask them why they are here. They are working, both of them, in patents, one is writing a patent and the other is a patent attorney.  I say to them, in the dream, that I pay particular attention to strange things and explore them. Two women working in patents in a lake is a strange thing, and because they are German, this is even stranger.

I ask them how they feel about living in the UK. It is OK they say. It isn’t very modern but green and has nice trees. I say that Germany has all changed since the reunification.

Dream ends.