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Imperial College Office – Explanations Dream 21-01-2025

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Here is last night’s dream. I can think of no reason on this side of the channel for why I had this dream.

The dream starts in my old office in the Department of Chemistry, Imperial College, South Kensington Campus of nearly twenty years ago. Word has gotten round that I am leaving. Several of my colleagues come into the office, they are in a jocular, non-serious mood. They are not aware that I mean business and am not bluffing or negotiating.

I say to them that I do not believe that they can conceptualize the notion of me quitting without pressure or reward. They don’t get that I am doing the opposite of what most people are trying to do, namely, to secure their position and job. They think that I have gone mental, and have mental health problems, that I have somehow lost the plot.

I say that mentality divergence and novel behaviours are often misunderstood and frowned upon. I know that it is a complete non sequitur for them.

I say that acts of renunciation are Christian or monastic behaviours. They look dumfounded. I say that I may be prone to such things.

I say besides I have my book of dreams which I use to guide my life. There are hundreds of dreams. One of them says that he too has dreams and that he understands.

I say take me to human resources and I will sign the document now. We get up and move. At the door I pause and say maybe it might be better to wait until after the weekend to finalise because I have not yet told the wife.

The dream ends and I think that this was out of the blue and weird for something that old.

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

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

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

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

I wake up.

I doze off.

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

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

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

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

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

I wake.

I drift off.

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

I wake.

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

She rolls over and I drift off.

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

I wake.

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

I drift off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dreaming sequence ends…

Famous Scientist – Maps Dream 28-07-2024

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Here is this morning’s dream.

The dream starts inside a university building. I am walking past a desk with my name on it. For some reason nobody has claimed that desk though I know that I have not used it in a very long time. I go past a locker which also has my name on it. For some reason I am the only person who knows that I am not still there, nor have I been in a very long time.

I find myself next to a stack of large filing cabinets. The top drawer is open in one. A tall man {J?} is talking with me.

He asks me what I think makes a famous scientist.

I ask him for an example of a famous scientist.

He says, Andrew.

I say that in my opinion there is a difference between a famous scientist and a good one. I say that a good scientist does thorough studies like Physical Review B, whereas a famous scientist is forever seeking headlines.

He says that I will never be a famous scientist.

I say that I never was a famous scientist, nor will I ever be. I already know that. At best it is now only a hobby of mine.

I leave and head through the exit hall of the Imperial College chemistry department.

I pause and head back towards what once was the library. Its function is restored.

I go in and there is a student sitting at a large communal table. He is looking at a map. I take a souvenir map of London off the shelf.

I can see that one of the chairs is broken, as is one of the cabinets.

I start to open up the map on the communal table. I explain to him that the map is free. I can see a massive new development in East London which is labelled University College Hospital. I am struggling to find our present location on the map. The librarian comes over. I explain that I used to cycle around London and that I am looking for my route.

She says that I probably came in on the A roads from the South.

I reorient the map and can see an area labeled SW4. The map only shows SW4.

I note in the dream that this belongs to a class of dreams called map dreams.

The dream ends.

*Numerologically SW4 is 1 + 5 +4 = 10 = 1 Impeccability reducing to fluidity. Impeccability is the jewel of the Southerly Dreamer.

*SW4 London is Clapham and Stockwell and ends close to where I once lived in Brixton.

Explaining Kabbalah Dream 14-06-23

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« La Kabbale (de l’hébreu קבלה Qabbala « réception », forme anglicisée écrite plutôt Cabbale ou Qabale en français) est une tradition ésotérique du judaïsme, traditionnellement présentée comme la « Loi orale et secrète » donnée par YHWH à Moïse sur le mont Sinaï, en même temps que la « Loi écrite et publique » (la Torah). Elle trouve sa source dans les courants mystiques du judaïsme synagogal antique. »

Here is this morning’s dream. I should preface this with the statement that I have studied kabbalah from various published texts but with a background of someone skilled in the art of molecular group theory, symmetry, an open mind, and institutional understanding. I will add a few footnotes at the end. In no way do I see this, kabbalah, as satanic, nor is it some groovy thing a pop star might get a tattoo of.

The dream starts in the Department of Chemistry of Imperial College, South Kensington. I am in the fourth floor secretarial offices with Alan B. He is as I remember him but aged slightly and he is wearing a yarmulke on his head. This is surprising to me for although I knew his background, I never saw him thus attired.

He is standing by the printer waiting for a document to arrive. I greet him and he comments that the print queue must be long. Slowly out of the printer a sheet of A3 paper comes out and on it there is a kabbalistic otz chiim or eitz chaim. I glance at it and point out the common mistake which is deliberate in much of the published “work”. He says that he did not know that I knew about kabbalah.

I say that I have looked into it a little and see it as a model for the manifestation of the universe and how an idea or thought form comes into being, from before a germ of an idea.

I draw his attention to ein, ein soph and ein soph aur and explain that this is “deity” unmanifest often call God transcendent and this is a guess for what lies beyond the veil. An attempt of the seers of old to verbalise what they could not see. I point at the top trinity above da’ath and say that this is God imminent or that first part of deity which is, present participle, manifesting, in manifestation.

I say that the veil represents that which is in the very initial act of manifesting, that which is neither unmanifest or manifest. It represents the cusp of beingness, the as yet non nascent dream of existence.

He looks taken aback and says that he thought that kabbalah was pretty much a Jewish thing. I explain that yes that is where it was first started and that it goes way back. He points to da’ath on the tree.

I explain to him that herein lies the crux, because beyond {above} this we are dealing with models of deity which must be by way of conjecture. Whilst human I believe it difficult to conceptualise such states of awareness. In many ways da’ath encapsulates the mystery of beingness in that one cannot see beyond form whilst in form. The model of a triangle is reflected here with the apex of the triangle pointing up instead of down. Da’ath is a kind of lower reflection of the veil of existence.

Alan looks a little freaked.

The dream ends….

* Whilst working in pastoral care a student who had been on holiday at a rabbinical kabbalistic kibbutz had a big discussion on kabbalah with me and saw fit to give me a book on the subject. She was astounded that I could discuss such matters with her. 

*There is a Toltec interpretation of “Jacob’s ladder” the lightning strike of manifestation too.

Being Investigated – Security Services Dreams 2020-23

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Being Investigated Dream 31-12-20

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Security Vetting Dream 26-07-21

I had a bit of a sleepless night and had this strange dream this morning.

In the dream I am looking in on a meeting where for whatever reason I am being discussed by two smartly dressed individuals. One of these is male and the other, younger one, is female.  They are going through some kind of security vetting protocol and for whatever reason my name has cropped up. They are looking through a file and this includes some of my past addresses. They do not seem to have my current address.

There is a discussion as to whether they need to find my address and if I need to be interviewed, if someone needs to have sight of me. They are surprised that I have “disappeared” but not in a dramatic way. There is a bit of a non sequitur but not much concern.

The dream then re-iterates from the opening scene. No decision as to what to do has been made, yet.

I awake thinking that was a bit weird…

Himalayan Monastery – Security Forces Dream 5-1-23

This is the first of a whole dreaming sequence that was too extensive to remember in its entirety.

The dream starts off with me talking to my sister. She is having to explain to security why she has no idea as to my whereabouts.

The scene shifts and I am in a kind of shared guest accommodation in a Himalayan Buddhist monastery. There are a few younger dharma bums there. Some of the people in the room are wearing monk’s robes. I have partial robes on.

A young white man gets us to do stretching exercises. He is an accepted novice. He then goes around the room projecting Ki at us. The idea is that we should let the Ki move us backward. He comes to me. The first time he projects Ki at me I allow it to move me backwards. The next time I project Ki back and it is he who moves backwards. I explain that way back I did some martial arts. He says I bet that they are not as good as those at this monastery. I agree.

They have decided that they want me to help with the technical running of the establishment. Particularly with the laser lighting. A young man shows me a small circuit board which has stopped working. I examine it and one of the chips has come loose from its housing. I place this carefully back and the circuit board is now functional. The young man brings me three flashlamps wired together. They come from the O lasers which they have. Together we hold the lamps and they light up, the static electricity raises the hairs on our arms.

I take a walk to the edge of the compound where there is a fence. I climb over the fence. A young man asks me if I would like sex. I reply that no I am not homosexual. He says never mind. Apparently when some of the younger monks leave the compound they do so in search of gratification. The scenery around is Himalayan and absolutely stunning. I climb back over the fence.

As I am making my way to the main temple building, I notice two military helicopters circling. They are headed to the helipad on the flat part of the mountainside just outside the main compound. One of them lands and the other takes up a covering position with its machine guns. Out of the first helicopter a collection of people in non-standard military uniform gets out. They are armed but their weapons are not drawn. The fan out in a very professional looking manner. One of them a black woman who has the presence of an officer walks forward.

The Abbot fully robed and with a ceremonial hat moves forward to check what they want. The woman says that they want to check on some of the guests. The Abbots says that this is Ok. She calls out the name Isobel and German woman moves towards them. They start to question her.

In the dream I know that I am next. So, I make my way towards them. When the woman calls out my name I am already there. She hands me over to a senior civilian man of middle age who speaks with a Bostonian accent. He takes me to one side and asks me to recount my history as an adult.  I do this explaining that The Royal Institution is very niche and has the highest Nobel prize per capita density. I talk about UCL, Imperial, UMIST and Bern. When I get to the laser spin out, he goes bingo. Somehow it is me that they have come here for. He is struggling to comprehend how come I am here up at this monastery in the Himalayas. It does not make sense to him.

Dream ends

Security Services Interview Dream 17-7-23

Here is this morning’s dream.

The dream starts in some kind of a travel terminus going into the UK. I have with me my small grey rucksack and am dressed in dark jeans, a t-shirt and my Berghaus fleece. It is very early in the morning and the travellers are sparse. We have just disembarked and are making our way through the terminal.

We get to passport control. I wait in line. When it is my turn, I step forward and present my British passport. The passport control is for entry into the UK. The man on the booth says hello takes my passport and puts it trough the scanner. He picks up a telephone and calls someone. The man in the booth is dressed in border control uniform. Two more men in border control uniform and one in civilian clothes arrive at the booth. The man in civvies says, “Dr Taylor we would like to have a word with you. Please can you accompany us?” I reply OK and follow them off towards a side room. I note that one of the uniformed officers takes up a position behind me as we are walking.

They lead me off down a corridor. The lead man uses an identity card on a lanyard to open a security door and I am led off into an interview room in which there is a big desk with computer. The civies man sits behind the desk and boots up the computer. There is an electronic device, a passport reader, connected to the computer.

He ushers me to sit down the other side of the desk. I do this and place my rucksack on the floor.

The atmosphere is authoritative and mildly threatening. I can sense the two uniformed officer behind me either side of the door.

The civies man runs my passport through the reader and brings up my file on the computer. I can sense that the file has “classified” elements to it and that the man in the passport booth was alerted to it and not privy.

I understand the civies man to be a member of the security services and not simply border control.

He asks me the motive of my visit to the UK and I say that I am going to look at houses. He asks me my place and date of birth. He wants more details than town. He asks me the name of my parents.

This all seems odd and increasingly intrusive.

He asks me about the relationship with my sister.

I say, “fine”.

He says that this is not what the security report from her place of work says.

“Ok”, I say, “It is fine but we are estranged. We have not spoken in many years.”

He asks about my politics.

I explain that probably when his report was written it might be down as left of labour. My sister and my father were Tories, my mother vacillated. I argued for the fun of it. While I was a Ph.D. student, I dabbled a tiny bit with left wing politics. Now I would describe myself as apolitical. Unimpressed generally. I add that I am glad that Jeremy Hunt is now part of the team as he seems more stable than many of the others.

He seems unconvinced.

I say to him that I am not aware that I have done anything wrong nor am I in anyway a threat to security.

I say that I believe in harmlessness.

He says that he does not buy what I am saying. There is a “flag” on my file and that I am under surveillance.

The dream ends…

Guru Deva – Elephant – Sahasrāra – Dream 21-01-21

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This dream was preceded by another which follows. They both had a very strong Indian theme.

I am going to the port to meet Guru Deva. He has been long expected and he comes for me.  I meet him as he gets off a rather small ship into a small tropical port. He is a young Indian man in his mid-thirties. He is wearing only a loincloth. His chest is muscled and hairy and his hair if of medium length. It is jet black and scruffy. He has a glint in his eye and is very pleased to see me. He gives me a big hug and then we bow namaste.

I lead him off to show him our library. The women there are a little put off by his near nakedness. He touches one of them on the arm and she recoils shocked. He tells me telepathically that it takes western women a while to get used to his earthiness.

We move on through a grassy park where people are playing cricket to some kind of bridge or underpass. There are big, vaulted pillars. His team are there, and they welcome us with music. The male dancers who are similarly dressed as Guru Deva, start dancing. They then line up in two lines. They raise oblong sheets of shiny metal, much like shields to make a corridor. Then Guru Deva leads a large elephant along the corridor. This elephant is for me. The dancers converge and the elephant disappears into a small toy elephant which Guru Deva hands over to me with a big smile.

We then go down to a beach. The tide has not long gone out. The sand is firm. Guru Deva then intimates mind to mind that I must watch carefully what he does next. He dances a thousand petalled lotus into the sand, a Sahasrāra.

It is for me and he has danced it for me.

Dream ends.

In the previous dream I am walking around an immaculate older building in London. As I am walking, I am speaking with a small young Indian woman dressed in a sari. She has extremely lustrous jet-black hair. Her English is impeccable with an upper-class accent. She is asking me about my academic background in a very respectful way. I speak to her about University College London, The Royal Institution, Berne and Imperial College. She is fascinated and polite. She leads me through a door and as she does this, I understand that this palatial home belongs to her family which is very wealthy.

Dream ends.

Three Science Museum – Buddhism – Knowledge Dreams

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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.

Buddhism – Science – Museum Dream 02-06-2012

I am in a white building with a high ceiling. It is a place of learning perhaps a museum. Over to one side I see a young dark-haired man. He is wearing a pink polo shirt as am I. I start to speak to him of Buddhism in the West. This piques his interest. I say that more Tulkus are incarnating here. This piques his interest even more. He says that a part of his research is regarding Buddhism. His job at the museum is to do with this. It is also to do with the relationship between science and religion. He takes me back behind the scenes in the museum. As we walk, I tell him that I am an ex-science academic from Imperial College. This piques his interest even more. I comment that is it not a coincidence that we are similarly dressed in pink polo shirts? His eyes start to show some blue in them, a subtle glow.

We walk into his offices just as his female supervisor is leaving. I am not sure if I should shake hands with her or not. She walks past in any case.

Next, I am wandering around the museum, in the areas where people, the public, do not go. I come across a young woman who has her face painted in vibrant colours. The painting is of things like feathers arranged in a circle around her left eye. It is stunning. We walk off together.

Soon I am standing on a lawn. It is in a dip with a ridge around it about 5-10 metre away.  There are some colonnades. On the ridge are some people including the young man and the painted woman.

I am talking to them about the spread of Buddhism to the West. I am walking as I talk. The people are all staff at the museum. A dark-haired Russian girl who is of some considerable intellectual prowess tells the others to listen to what I am saying, it is right.

Behind me two men, one with white hair, are walking along the path. They hear what I am saying but because they know me from a science context they cannot “accept” it. It is a non sequitur to them.

Dream ends.

Quartz – Diamond NV Vacancies – Science Museum Dream 09-06-21

I am at the entrance to the Science Museum. I am met by a young woman who is an events organiser. She walks me through my event plan, from where we will have coffee to the seating in the auditorium to where we have lunch. Then we move to where we will do the exercises. The idea is that this is a course for young scientists from the nearby university. It all looks nicely planned and the improvement work they have done on the museum is smart and clean.

I am then walking along a corridor and am met by three young men they want to know what the full schedule is for tomorrow. I tell them that I was planning to send out an email that morning.

One of them with blonde hair says that he was told to ask me about the spectroscopy of doping vacancies in quartz.

I say to him that under pressure the interatomic potentials in quartz change. As the atoms are pushed together the two potentials overlap to produce a little potential energy well at the top. The well is split such that it has two wells and a low barrier in between. Because of the low barrier there can be some electron tunnelling between the wells giving rise to a splitting of the energy levels.

I suggest that he look into the case of NV sites in diamond as this will inform him.

The dream ends.