Here is this morning’s dream. It is a bit out of place among the recent “scatter gun” dreaming or maybe not.

The dream starts with me sat on a wooden park bench inside the walled garden of a fancy European probably British hotel. The grass is very green and the planting ornamental. The flower garden gives way to a cook’s herb garden. I am enjoying the morning sun facing directly into it East. It is near dawn.

From here I can see various people receiving video messages on discs wrapped in Jiffy bags. Somehow these are all associated in some way to Théun Mares. Although dead now a long while he has engineered the receipt of these messages for them. The gist of these messages is that they must “find” each other and most importantly they must “find” me. This does not simply mean geographically. They must find “where” I am, “where” I am coming from. The message suggests that I am their best hope.

They are however under a misunderstanding. This is that I need them and not the other way around. They need me. Most of the people getting these messages are unknown to me though a number have a familiar feel to them. They communicate electronically with each other and some political “plan” is afoot.

The scene changes and I am sat on a rug or carpet in a tent like structure with a curtain or awning behind me. It is like a luxury Bedouin tent set up for high end glamping. I am sat cross legged in meditation with a white grandad shirt on. My posture is excellent and calm. I am effectively ageless and irradiated in a soft golden glow from above. I am somehow across all the ages of me, somehow encapsulated.

The people getting the messages do not realise that this is what I am really like.

In the dream I think it odd that this dream is occurring. I watch from a distance people opening their Jiffy bags and putting the DVDs into the lap top drives of their computers.

I awake for a loo visit. It is 7AM.

Back in the dream I am in a white old style soft top Jeep like vehicle. I am heading West out of the city (query Cape Town) towards Western Cape. I plan to drive North up the coast towards Namibia. I know it will not be too long before the population density drops off. I am keen to see the ocean.

The dream ends.