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Charity Food in Africa Dream – 19-10-2025

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Here is last night’s dream which appears to be a change in subject, moving swiftly on, dream.

The dream starts with me meeting a group of people. They are around a dozen in number and of mixed ages and ethnicities. I have been assigned the task of training them to function as a team and facilitating that process before they can be being posted to Africa implicit is somewhere like Sudan that is a mess. They have already received some training but do not know how to cater for themselves nor the kind of challenge they may face. They are idealistic in orientation and lack a gritty down-to-earth reality. They imagine things to be easier and better than they are. They are a bit goodwill fluffy.

I gather them together as a group and explain for the next few weeks we will be working at honing them into an effective and well-functioning unit, taking them past a group of rag-tag individuals. I explain that life in certain parts of Africa is very different to the UK and Europe. Supply chains cannot be relied on. There are shortages of food, other items, water and electricity. There can be large gaps in supply and that the need to be able to improvise is tantamount. I ask If any of them have any dietary foibles. There are a couple of vegetarians and one man who says that he eats only kosher food. I say to him they he needs to put aside his religious superstitions about how food is prepared and that the vegetarians need to get real. Where they are going ANY food is food and dietary foibles will be seen as insulting to the hungry and to the starving. They must get these quirks out of their system. Furthermore, they must make sure that they eat and remain well because if they become malnourished and weak they will be of no use to those they seek to help.

They are in high spirits. From this moment on the group will be catering for itself. There are no longer canteen meals. In front of me is a large cardboard box containing food items. I explain that these are their rations for the next few days and that they need to plan how to use them and use them well because no other supplies are forthcoming. They start to look what is in the box. There are potatoes, rice, vegetables, pulses and a number of whole ungutted chickens. They start to pull these out and to inspect them. I say they need to figure out some kind of catering roster and menus. They discuss without conclusion. There is a lot of faffing about.

There is a large black man there and he and I say that we will get them started with a dish for tonight. But after we have put it on the stove it is down to them to watch it, finish it and serve it. We knock up a stew using some of the potatoes and vegetables with a chicken. The stew is in a large saucepan in the large catering kitchen of the facility. We hand it over to others knowing full well that they are distracted and pissing about. The dinner will burn and they will go hungry. This will be their first lesson.

Meanwhile someone finds a fishing rod on top of a supply Land Rover and is convinced that he will fish for our suppers. I suggest to him that in the semi-desert there are not many well stocked rivers or fishponds.

Two young near children arrive on horseback. The big guy and I lead them into the stable and help them to remove the tack. We place it on wooden “fences” enclosing the horse stalls. We check if we have done it right. We have.

We go back to the canteen, and the food is burned. There are many recriminations. I say to them that they need to get their shit together or sending them off into Africa will be a complete disaster.

I then look at an Excel spreadsheet of their names. Two of the people on the list are travelling incognito. One is down as an unnamed Jehovah’s Witness, and another is without any name or affiliation. It is understood that he is from a high value background and could become a kidnap risk if his background became known. K is on the list and has turned up. I warn them not to be stupid and to try stirring things.

I turn to everyone and say that the start has been very poor indeed. If this continues, I will be unable to let them go because that would be a waste of the charity’s money. They are a bit of a shit show and not up to scratch.

The dream ends and I note that the dream is a change of subject and moving on from that covered in more recent dreams.

Investor Incognito – Quantum Modules – Sociopolitical Problems Dream 19-08-2025

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Here is last night’s dreaming sequence.

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“If you want my future, forget my past
If you wanna get with me, better make it fast”

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The dream opens in a splendid mansion and grounds of Italianate design situated somewhere like Lake Como or Lake Maggiore. It is upper class, rich and very swanky. It is an investor event for high net worth individuals and venture capital (VC) funds of diverse type and scale. It is late evening drawing into night. There is a string quartet and finger food. Presentations will be given in an outdoors setting once it has become fully dark. There is a stage and seating. Seating is round “ten” seater tables. In the meantime a pre-event wine tasting is going on. It feels European.

I am working incognito as one of the wine waiters. I am in black and whites with a white wine apron. I am opening a bottle of vintage red wine and offering to taste before decanting. I then fill a decanter with the rest of the wine. The idea being that they also taste after half an hour. I pour a taster around the table. Each in turns swirls the bright red wine and tastes. I move onto the next table who are trying an ice cold New Zealand white. In general the interaction is professional but I can tell that I am “staff” and not one of them. I am of no significance. I am not the main event.

Heading back to the kitchen an American woman who is a VC accidentally bangs in to me, she is partially drunk and is very rude to me. I apologise even though it is her fault. She is brash and convinced of her own importance. The event suggests to me that these are not the kind of people I seek.

The scene changes and I am at a booth in a trade show and technology event. On the table in front of me is a quantum module. It is a slot in for a 19 inch electronics frame wider unit. I have the side panel off the module. In it I can see a photonic circuit processor which is air-cooled by fan. Connected to it are several tight circle bundles of fibreoptic cable. These are cable tied and attached to the motherboard. A number of them lead to optical-optical low loss interconnects on the rear of the module. To the top of the board is a diode pumped fibre laser which I know to be single mode. The whole unit is a modular quantum logic gate, a plug and play module for an in-principle demonstrator. With me in the booth are Geri Horner and her husband. As a hobby he has led the engineering team and has managed to attract some not standard funding from Red Bull. I replace the side panel to the module and screw it in using a jeweller’s screw driver. I slot the module into the wider 19 inch parent rack. I then mount the whole unit into an electronics rack and attach the computer interface. Geri is excited and waiting for people to visit our booth. There is a Red Bull logo. The module is a large-scale building block prototype for a room temperature quantum computer. I have had to seek non-standard funding, hence Geri and Red Bull.

The scene changes and I am in my workshop / shed on top of a low rise several storey building. To my surprise a text message arrives on my ‘phone. The message asks “why, why am I packing it in?” I am very surprised that there is both a ‘phone and a text message in the dream. {A very rare thing} As I am dealing with this surprise a man appears at the door of my shed. He is older than me, very English and of the UK science hierarchy. I let him in. He wants to know why I am dropping this line of research / investigation. I explain to him that the establishment does not accept me and has difficulty interacting with me because I am not usual. I do not belong to any famous company / institution. He does not believe me. I explain to him in more depth and he starts to get offended imagining that I am attacking the entire science hierarchy. I ask him if he is personally offended. He says, yes.

“Now do you see the sort of thing I am up against. How resistant to me people are?”

“Yes, OK , I get the idea.”

He then asks me to hang fire for a while. He wants to know who I am working with. I explain that it is just me. On my bookshelf he see texts on superconducting and quantum circuits. He says that he might be able to get someone to work with me. I doubt it. There is no money.

I say to him that there is little which can be done. It is as it is. He does not like this.

The dream ends and I have the Spice Girls “Wannabe” to mind.