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Edinburgh Patents Bioluminescence Dream 02-07-23

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Here is this morning’s dream.

The dream is set in Edinburgh. I am with a smartly dressed young woman who has a briefcase. We are in a large old-school department store on a floor devoted to weddings. We are organising a wedding, somehow the young woman is involved in the wedding. It is not clear whose wedding we are organising. I am talking to the be-suited floor manager and his female assistant. They both have Scottish accents. There is some banter as we go over seating plans, flowers, and cakes. I am due to come back in a months’ time once I have finalized things with the castle venue.

We leave and go down into the train station to catch a train back to the airport. We need to get back to London for important meetings later in the day. The woman is some kind of lawyer and is working for/with me. As we go down to the platform, I see SF my old university flat mate. I say hello to him and ask if he recognises me. He says yes but that he would prefer not to have anything to do with me because I am unsettling and cause chaos. I say to him that that was all well over fifteen years ago and not as recent as he remembers it. I bid him farewell and we head off onto our platform which is starting to fill.

SF comes towards us on the platform and says that yes it was well over fifteen years and how time flies. He asks me what I am up to now. I say that I have a patent pending for a light source and that I have been mulling over a design for a UV light source an EUV laser. In principle there is no reason why a cavity could not be designed. I indicate the young woman who is with me as my assistant and attorney. He says that he has something he wants to show me and that I am just the right kind of person to discuss. He asks if we can take a later flight. Yes.

We then drive off in a big expensive 4X4 to an industrial site out of town. He undoes the chains on a gate and drives us in. We go into a big hanger. He explains that he has been working on biphotonic bioluminescent device. He has found that a certain type of bioluminescence produces two photons and wonders if it could be turned into some kind of dye laser. He shows me various glass flasks in which there is a clear liquid emitting in the near ultraviolet / blue part of the spectrum. The light is making the white paper behind the flask fluorescence. He says that there is only one problem. The plant which produces the bioluminescent material is carnivorous. It has mutated to attack humans.  Down on the warehouse floor there are various large plants growing. Some are being tended.

We go down and get close. One of the plants divides and a part of it starts to chase SF. It reminds me of a triffid. He hits it with a stick and calls an aid. It is getting a bit out of hand. He says that he will be in contact and to take any one of the cars from the yard. They all have a key in them and belong to him. He says to leave it at the airport and one of his guys will pick it up later. We select a silver-grey Hummer quasi military SUV and head off to the airport.

Dream ends.

Thunder Cats – Patents – Dream 11-05-23

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Here is last night’s dream it is another out of the blue.

The dream starts in a busy open office environment there are many people milling about. There is a lot of noise and the people are mostly “young guns” wearing grey business suits. It has a feel of the city of London, but it is not there. There is a lot of excitement. 

On a screen in the corner is a camera pointing at a stock board at the London Stock Exchange. One can see a blank board and it is before the exchange opens for the day. An initial public offering has been made by the company and everyone is waiting to see if the share price starts higher than that of the offering.

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I find myself in the midst of chaos. There has been a lot of investment and many people have been employed but I can see nobody who is going to get down and do the hands on work. There are too many suits.  I shout out, “Do we need any more intellectual property? “No”, is the answer.

I ask who is in charge of patents. Amidst all the youngish British men a more mature tall and slim woman puts up her hand. “I am”, she says in a Californian accent. I say to her that we need to talk and could she find us a quiet place.

On the building opposite I can see the Thundercats logo projected. It pertains to the company and we and most especially I have this logo. In the dream I am slightly surprised on one level but not on another.

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The patent lady and I walk off out of the noise and struggle to find a quiet room to the side of the office. Once we are in, I say to her than we need more quiet spaces amongst the bedlam.  Which she agrees with. We sit down and she outlines that there is indeed need for further intellectual property which is more to do with applications and extensions. I ask her how come they recruited so many suits. She shrugs her shoulders and says that it was not her idea. I ask her to scope out in detail more of her ideas concerning applications.

A young man comes running to the door and knocks. “I am sorry to disturb you but there is a man at the front desk who keeps asking for you and he won’t go away.  He says that he knows you.” I say to the patent lady that I will be back and go with the young man to the front desk.

When I get there, it is Prof. TJ. He says that can we go for a walk and have and “off the record” chat. He has come up with an application for the intellectual property and would like to discuss it. He has in mind, using it to buy some shares in the company and joining in. We walk off into an industrial estate and he outlines his ideas.

The dream ends. 

Dreams With a Quantum Reference

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900-Year-Old Cloth Dream 24-11-20

Currently not sleeping very well. I suspect my body is starting to produce more acetylcholine after smoking cessation and it hasn’t got the balance right yet.

I am walking through a leafy park across an open gravelled space. I know this place to be Kensington.  I pass TJ whom I haven’t seen for over 15 years. He does a double take and recognises me. He gives me a small business card and a map. The business card is an invitation to an event at his university and is written partially in Arabic. The map shows how to find the venue on campus. I look at the date and it is for March next year. I return the invitation and map to him saying that I cannot attend. He is insistent and persuasive and tries to get me to take the invitation. I say that I cannot because I will be at home in Italy and it costs over a £100 per trip to come to the UK by car both in money for petrol and in coffee. He says that I really should try. Again, I politely decline. I congratulate him on his inauguration and say that I enjoyed his last paper. Which in the dream I have read and which demonstrates quantum entanglement of electronic spin wavefunctions in surface states. The entanglement is temporal and corresponds to the imaginary part of the wave function. He moves off.

I then enter a large semi-permanent marquee on a lawn. In the entrance area there are a lot of young women, smartly dressed, as if for an evening event. Somehow, they know me and ask me questions. I say that to me they do not look very happy. This they vehemently deny and wish to argue with me. I ask them; “how many of you are happy more than 50% of the time?” Many of them put their hands up. I walk over to them and say bullshit, bullshit, bullshit to several of them in turn. I turn to one of the young women and ask if she thinks her friends and colleagues are telling the truth about being happy.  She says that she thinks they are lying. At which point several of them now concur and admit that they are not generally happy. One of the most vehement deniers now sidles up to me in a friendly way and wants to dance with me. We move into the main part of the marquee and onto a dance floor.

Off the dance floor there is a glass construction which has waist high walls, is shaped like a corridor and has automatic opening and closing doors. The entire structure is lined with a pastel peach piece of cloth. The “corridor” is about one foot under water.

Two other smartly dressed young women come over to me, one is tall the other normal height. They have a quaisi religious role in whatever ceremony is taking place. I am joined by my wife. They say that they would very much like for us to walk down the corridor for them. I approach the entrance door and it opens. I am wet by a wave of water. I step through and the door closes. I then walk along the cloth and exit by the far door. My wife follows suite. I then ask the women what is so special about the cloth. The shorter one says that it is only brought out of storage every 900 years and hence this event is extremely rare. The cloth is substantially older than 900 years old. I ask her do they have records of the last time it was brought out of storage. No, they do not, but it is what the legend of their order says.

She offers to show me around. We are led out of the marquee and into a large private house. We come across a very simple but exquisite altar and in the far corner of the room a man is playing a white grand piano. He has crazy out of control wispy hair. I know this room; I have been here before. I know the man. I say to the woman that I came here before to ask the man about my mind, but he was unable to help. This house is his.

She says that he is not rich and is very humble. I point out that given the size of the house and its location Kensington, it must be worth over £5 million pounds. I ask by what scale is that not rich?

Dream ends….

Lost Marbles Dream 1-12-20

I had a restless night because my knee was playing up. I took paracetamol and ibuprofen and managed to nod off sometime after 3:30 am.

I am on a large grassy area in front of some kind of low-rise apartment block. I am naked but wearing trainers. In my hand I have a small string bag full of marbles. In the dream I understand that my nakedness is a metaphor for having nothing to hide. Various people try to chase me and catch me so as to send me to a place of “safety”. Each time someone tries to get hold of me one or two marbles escaped from my bag. They think that I need to go to Samaritans because I am a suicide risk. The men who are trying to chase me are not so quick as me and they are easy to evade. The number or marbles in my bag remains constant despite it shedding a few. In the dream I know that this is a metaphor for people thinking that I have lost my marbles because I do not think like them, whereas I am in fact in full possession of my marbles and it is just their mis-perception.

I escape from the grassy field and am now jogging freely along a street in a city at night time. I am not sure where I am but can see what looks to be a high street up ahead. I know that there will be signs there so I jog off in that direction. I run past two small yappy dogs. They bark around my ankles and try to bite me. So, I lash out at them with my leg. {I do this in real life in bed, my leg moves suddenly and painfully}. This warns the dogs off and I carry on.

I see an open space with a large shipping container covered in a tarpaulin. I pull myself up onto the shipping container and check my string bag of marbles. It will be a good place to rest. In the morning, I lower myself down of the container thinking, that given my bad leg, it was not such a good idea in the first place. On descending my leg hurts but is not too bad. Out of curiosity I open the container up and walk in. On the wall at about head hight a small white circle is painted. I understand that this is a target where those about to be executed by firing squad stand to be shot. This is where people who oppose those in power get “shot”.

In one corner I can see D who is dismembering some apparatus and what looks like an old oven door. He has a handle in his hand and is intending to throw it away. I understand that I am amongst those who are to be “shot”, gotten rid of. Someone hands me a six way crosspiece of UHV vacuum kit, it is shiny and has a pair of windows on each axis X, Y, Z. “They” want to know if I know what it is. I take it off them and have a look. I can see that the windows are very slightly damaged because they have had a deep UV excimer laser passing through them, this leaves a ghostly imprint. I can see the sample and know it to be a nitrogen vacancy centre diamond sample to be used in quantum experiments. I say this. “They” are surprised.

So, prompted I sit down in the lotus position and adopt mudra in my left and right hands.  I begin to chant softly “om mane padme hum” {the jewel in the centre of the lotus}. After doing this for some time “They” do not know what to do so they say that we are free to go and that we will not be “shot”. I motion to the others in the shipping container that we had better leave before they change their minds. Which we do.

Dream ends

No Phone Dream 18-3-21

I had a short snippet of a dream this morning.

I am in a large hall full of people. It is some kind of academic conference on quantum communication and non-linear optics. The hall is very busy, people are registering for the conference and collecting their lanyards with identity badges on. I sit down at one of the desks to register. Opposite me are two young women and a slightly older man, who is the “boss” of the table. He starts filling out a form on his laptop which will subsequently generate an identity card. He comes to a data entry point asking for a professional telephone number, a home land line and a mobile phone number. I explain to him that I do not have any of these. He does not believe me. He indicates that he thinks that I am taking the piss. I reiterate that I do not have any of these. He cannot progress my registration for the conference because the computer programme requires these data entry points. I ask, “am I therefore forbidden to attend, am I unacceptable?” He looks flummoxed. So, I get up and walk out of the hall.

Dream ends.

*In real life I do not have a land line, nor a professional telephone number, nor a personal mobile phone number. We have a pay as you go mobile which we use as a land line and for security authentication for online purchases. I think that I have probably made less than five telephone calls in the last twelve months and each of these less than a minute in duration. No phone is therefore close to a reality, and in this day and age.

Japanese Embassy – Patent – Dream 14-07-2021

Here is this morning’s dream.

In my hands I have a patent application on paper. I am walking through the corridors of the London office of the Intellectual Property Office. There are smartly dressed people everywhere. I enter a room where one can file patent applications by hand and on paper. There is a smartly dressed young woman sat behind a desk. I explain that I want to submit an application but because I am not a lawyer and am representing my own intellectual property nobody is taking me seriously. She asks a little of my background. She then writes on a piece of card a long code beginning with the letter K. She hands this to me and suggests that I go to the Whitehall office and hand them this code. This code means that they will take me more seriously. I thank her and leave her office. Once more I am walking down the corridor.

At the end of the corridor, I open a door, and this leads me into the reception area of the Japanese Embassy. There are several men and women on the welcome desk. They seem surprised to see me appearing in their foyer.  A man in his thirties in an old-style suit says hello and asks me to explain how I got there. I say that I was trying to file a patent application. He asks on what subjects. I say “quantum optics and entangled photon pairs” his ears prick up. He says that this is something we in Japan are very interested in. From beneath the counter, he pulls out an old-style document holder briefcase. He intimates that they would be helpful if my application was filed in Japan. Hinting that they would bear the costs of translating the application into Japanese. He wants me to hand him the application to put in the briefcase.

I briefly come to and make a mental note of the dream. I then drift back off.

In the dream I can now see a Japanese translation of my patent application. Each paragraph and each diagram have a very light violet coloured stamp of two kanji, two Japanese characters. The kanji are tiny but easily visible because they are glowing somewhat.

I awake thinking that is weird, because it all seemed so very realistic.

Threefold Ginormous Mess Dream 17-01-23

It is impossible to recall all of this because it went on for a very long time both before and after a short waking break. Here is the gist.

The dream starts in a very upmarket high specification domestic kitchen. I am tasked with cooking a meal therein. However, the kitchen is an absolute “bomb site”. All the surfaces are covered with plates, condiments, and debris. I remonstrate to the owner that they need to clear this mess up if they want me to cook. The mess is huge and it is of their making. The owner does not accept that the mess is a) bad and b) of their own making. I start to try to cook on the range. I have a clean pan and am able to gather some ingredients together in the sink. It is very difficult to work with all the heavily cluttered surfaces. I know in the dream that this is a metaphor for a huge mess in the web of life made by others. It is not my responsibility to clean up this mess but until it is cleared I cannot “cook” or do anything meaningful.

I am now in a laboratory setting. The laboratory is beyond chaotic. There are glassware and books everywhere. There are lab electronics, computers and displays. The optical table is littered with unmounted optics. The place is very unkempt. Again, I know that the mess is not of my making. The algorithm for convergence, a variational quantum method, is failing to converge. With each day it is more and more divergent. I know that we could use Møller-Plesset perturbation theory with a large basis set. A larger basis set is perhaps the answer. This might help the problem to converge. But the lab owners fail to accept that the mess is of their origin, so there is no chance that they will listen to my advice.

I am now in a house in South London. I am trying to figure out a way to solve the mess. A black woman is looking into my house. On the floor are rubble, empty cans and strips of pharmaceuticals. This is not the ideal place for me to work. The havoc in my house has not been caused by me. The terrible mess has been made by others. In the background I can hear, “They should not have killed Biko, Biko never trouble no one.” The black woman sighs and turns away.

Dream ends.

Quantum Key Distribution Dream 08-09-23

Here is this morning’s dream…

The dream starts with an internet Skype like call. I am speaking with an ex-student of mine. I can see him on the lap-top screen and he can see me. We are talking and there is a large amount of background noise and his image is juddering. I can see that he is flying a helicopter over some mountains. One of his friends has recently died and he would like to come visit to talk about this with me. He is on holiday with his father in the Swiss-French alps. I agree and he says that he will be here in a few days’ time.

 I think it odd that he is flying a helicopter but knew that his family are very wealthy.

He turns up with his father and I invite them in. We start talking about how he buried his friend. There were not many people at the ceremony and he said that it was very strange seeing someone his own age in a coffin. He had touched the coffin after it was placed in the grave as did his friend’s mother. She had freaked out a bit and he was concerned for her. I say that death touches all of us in different ways and that before grief there can often be denial. It sounds like that is what is happening. I say that I need to go and fetch something from outside.

As I come back into the house, I note the father’s car. It is a top of the range Mercedes convertible, bespoke even. I notice on the back of it the letters QKD. In the dream they stand out for me.

I go back inside. I say to the father, “Is that one of the new Quantum Key enabled prototypes?”

“Yes, it is fully Quantum Key enabled and if I need to make secure transactions, I can do it from the car while I am en route.”

I am impressed. I heard about these but have not seen one. The implication is that the father is very wealthy indeed a special client of the banks.

The ex-student says that I should tell his father about my patent applications.

I say to the father that I have two old patents concerning EUV and one for an entangled pair photon source. I say that this device could be integrated into a Quantum Key Distribution device.

His ears prick up. He reaches into a briefcase and pulls out a piece of paper. The paper is an email. On the top is his email address together with that of one of his technical people and his lawyer.

He says to get in contact with them with more details.

His ‘phone rings and he starts to speak animatedly in French.

The dream ends and I know that it is pointing towards looking again at Quantum Key Distribution.

Quantum Confinement in Water Clusters Dream 14-12-23.

I am just recalling a dream from the other night.

In the dream I am examining clathrate-like structures of water clusters and considering them from a permutation-inversion point group basis. These structures are icosahedra surrounded by larger icosahedra. They are fluxional yet stable. They are by way of proton traps and the allowed energy levels for the proton wave functions are confined and therefore quantised. They are by way of trapped protons, confined.  More than one proton may be found in these traps and as a consequence the proton wave-functions are entangled. Because the potential barriers in the hypersurfaces are low, geometrical tunnelling occurs. Or rather it can be explained that way.

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I have found a way to make these structures and isolate them at liquid nitrogen like temperatures. They are a new class of material, proton quantum traps.

In the adjacent building there is a new kind of electron microscope which operates at very low beam currents and yet offers atomic resolution. It does not damage. It is equipped with cryo-transfer. I can walk across the corridor between my building and into his. He is in the basement and is of Chinese like appearance. The sense is that we are in Singapore.

I get across the corridor but do not have the access code to enter the building. I call down to him and he speaks to security who let me access the building. I go to the lift to get down to the basement. Again, I do not have the security swipe card needed. The ‘phone no longer works because the building is shielded for scientific purposes. The impinging EM radiation is kept to as low as possible. I look at the liquid nitrogen Dewar in which my samples are. I look at the security measures.

I cannot get down to the basement because I am not allowed. I do not have clearance. The structures will melt and there is nothing I can do about it.

Dream ends…

InAs Molecular Beam Epitaxy Dream – 07-03-2024

This is about as far out of the blue as one can get…

The dream starts in a semiconductor clean room. The laboratory is large scale and there are a number of molecular beam kits together with fume hoods and ancillary diagnostic equipment. I am talking with a dark-haired man who has a feint Irish accent. It is his facility.

“We have asked you here to help us with our InAs growth program”, he says.

I say that I will start to read up on it. To my mind’s eye come various physical review type journal articles.

He says, “that is good, but we would like you to get involved with the practical side of things.”

He introduces me to a young man with fair hair. He opens the load lock to the molecular beam epitaxy (MBE) kit and introduces an etched wafer. He closes the load lock. The chamber pumps down as we wait for the wafer to outgas. When ready it is transferred to the growth chamber.

In the growth chamber we use the in-situ atomic force microscope to examine the morphology. The wafer needs to anneal at high temperature under an Arsenic over pressure in order to make it smoother and to clean up the atomic height step edges.

The man opens the Arsenic flux and starts to ramp up the temperature.

The lab dog, a spaniel, starts running around like a mad one and goes into the communal seating area.

From the lab there is a large ceiling to floor window which looks out onto a village style crossroads. I see a red bus go past and a woman on a bicycle.

I say to the man that not a lot happens here and that I had forgotten how much waiting there was in MBE growth. Growing one atomic layer per second takes a while.

They are interested in InAs as an optical emitter and are thinking of trying to get quantum dot behavior.

In the dream I knew that this is a follow on from yesterday.

Dream ends…

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InAs is a iii-v semiconductor. It therefore highlights the jewels 3,5 and 8.

*  In real life around twenty years ago I examined several Ph.D. theses on InAs MBE growth with inter alia Scanning Tunnelling Microscopy, quantum dots, luminescence and FTIR studies.

Serpents of Wisdom – Caduceus Dreams

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I have grouped these together because the Caduceus has two serpents. It is the symbol of Hermes the herald of the Gods who can move swiftly between worlds.

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Ghurkha – Caduceus Dream 13-03-2011

I am somehow going around town spraying foam on people I am walking with, and this is for their protection.

I go into a shop. It is old and wooden there. A Ghurkha dressed in a kilt is there, he is talking with the shopkeeper.  I tell him that my dad used to work with the 7th army, specifically he was assigned to the Seventh Ghurkha Regiment.

I note the golden medal he is wearing. On it are a golden Caduceus and an image of a swastika. {the correct non-Nazi way round}. He had not seen the swastika before and is a little upset. I explain that I have a golden caduceus too. It is not with me today as it is being examined by another of his kind who is also looking at my Father’s will.

In real life my physical plane father did indeed work with Ghurkhas in the Malayan Emergency and as I have just found out 7th Gurkha Rifles was there at the same time.  He was given a Kukri by the Ghurkhas as a gift of honour. I remember it well. He was Second Lieutenant acting Captain in REME during his national service.  Because they believed in fate, he said that they had absolutely no fear and did crazy stuff full of courage. I did not know of the number of Ghurkha regiments until 10 minutes ago.

Golden Core – Caduceus Dream 19-05-2013

I am flying in the sky above all the people. I come across a wooden “telegraph” pole like the one we have in the garden. It is mossy and unnoticed. I am the golden core to the telegraph pole. The direct link between sky {heaven} and earth. Though no one appreciates this.

I am then in my flat in an apartment building which is shared by many. There is a sense that this is a learning community. It is not very tidy. From time to time I come upon a drawer which has been rifled through. Over by one of the windows are two very small birds of a peachy-blue colouration. They are not like any real birds. I go over to them and start to mimic their calls very accurately. They hop along until they are very close to me. I speak with them in bird language. Soon they are mimicking me and speaking English. They hop onto my head and shoulders. I let them walk all over my face. I know in the dream that these two birds love me a great deal.

I continue to move around my flat and find that another drawer has been rifled. I take the Swiss army penknife {red with a white cross} and put it in my pocket. I go to where my golden Caduceus is and put it in my pocket. They have not found its hiding place. I am now wearing combat trousers. I notice water dripping from the ceiling and go to investigate the jewellers which is above. As I get to the landing the police are arriving. Someone has broken into the jewellers and stolen many things. The police comment to me that they are amateurs.

I slip a pair of nunchaku into my left trouser pocket and set off into the street. As I approach a building site a lorry containing long strips of wood, sheds it load narrowly missing me. I shout at the builder and pick up a stick not sure whether to give it back to him or attack. I wave it at him. He does something similar. I have my hand over left trouser pocket as I approach him. It is good natured and fun, I go on my way.

Meanwhile I hear a rumour spread by my ex-wife that I have lost my Caduceus in the robbery. The story that my Caduceus made by designer XXXX propagates. It has been lost when they broke into the jewellery shop. I touch the Caduceus in my pocket and am very happy to let the rumour propagate for now.

I am now in central London near the Buckingham Palace roundabout. There are many taxis and a wedding procession with a white Rolls Royce. I am on the central island. I can see that a taxi is going to collide with the Rolls Royce. It does so and they both roll towards me. I know I am going to be hit but not hurt. As they roll into me, I bounce a little. The Rolls Royce is crumpled. The taxi driver apologises and asks if I would like a lift. I say, “no thanks”.

I continue my way onto a high-rise construction site. There are many stainless steel girders of a narrow diameter. I climb with ease and get across a gap onto the far part of the building site. There is no obvious way back. A Scotsman appears and I ask him if he will help me. He cannot because he will get into trouble for me being on site. He changes his mind. He can help me if I pretend to be casual labour. The bucket of a crane is there, and it is royal blue in colour. We both get in and return to the ground.

I head back to the learning community.

There is now a scientific apparatus there and some experiments are going on. They cannot see but I am something akin to a left bionic arm. This arm is flesh coloured, very high functioning and its hand is ultra-precision.

In the dream I go back to the telegraph pole and the birds, I check again the Caduceus which is safe in my pocket.  It is now also a part of me. The Caduceus is my golden core.

 The Dream ends.

*Gold is the dreaming symbol for Nagal or Spirit

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Dual Serpents of Wisdom – Patent – Attack – Laboratory Dream 17-9-23

I have awoken this morning and my body feels as if I have been doing a great amount of judo groundwork exercises. All my muscles feel heavily used and there was cramping in my thigh. The wife says that I sometimes thrash about when dreaming. I did not exercise yesterday.


This dream happened between 3:30 and 6:45AM.

The dream opens with view of a stone house. The stones are hewn out of a dark sandstone and the house is symmetrical. There are two large bay windows on each side comprising two floors. With each window above the other. The stonework leading to the roof is of a high calibre. The house has fallen into disrepair somewhat. It has a bright light navy blue square door under an elaborate stone worked beam. The door is vivid. The house stands alone on a hill and it is raining, there are passing squalls. It is the only thing on the dreamscape.

Inside the house is an enclosed spiral staircase made out of some metal. There is a handrail to complete the enclosure. The spiral staircase if of a vivid blue colour. Using the Faraday right hand curling rule, the direction of the staircase is up. There is a strong sense that this is a one direction staircase. The internal dimensions of the house are vast much greater than the outside might suggest.

I am stood arms outstretched in front of the staircase. On the floor are two large snakes. They have a pattern of diamond shapes on their backs. Their base colour can be seen to be a dark racing green car paint. There are small shiny blue diamonds {2d ◊} of colour overlaid to give a green/blue diamond pattern on the back. They climb twisting up around my body and open their mouths. I can see their huge fangs. They attach themselves to each bicep by biting into my flesh. With the snakes wrapped, entwined, around by body in a spiral I am transposed onto the blue metal spiral staircase in the centre of the house. On the floor of the house there are now numerous tiny snakes. Each are entwined as a pair.

In the dream I know that the snakes around my body and those on the floor are the serpents of wisdom. I feel no pain from the snake bites. It seems natural. Though I can feel where they were on my biceps as I type.

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The scene changes to the ground floor of a modern airport terminal. The escalators lead up to departures. There is a coffee shop / concession. Serving at the concession is PW. Neither of us are surprised at this. He is the barista. I order a coffee and we get chatting. I say that I have recently had a patent granted and that I am flying to Denver. There I will be met by some people from the Ministry of Defence and taken to an unknown location. I say that I do not understand what all the hoo-ha is about. It would be a lot simpler just to converse. He notes that he does not have my new ‘phone number. I reach down into my bag and pull out a small, rubberised for industrial use, laptop and a smart ‘phone. I boot the ‘phone up and just as I am getting ready to give him my number, I notice several men in light grey suits coming towards me. In the dream I know they mean me ill. I say, “see you later” and run up the escalators through passport control and into departures. The men cannot follow and I can see them frustrated making a ‘phone call.

I look down into my bag and it is empty aside from the devices. I hope that there will be a boutique in the hotel where I might buy some clothes.

I walk through a small group of young American students. They have been here in Europe for a physics event. They receive a ‘phone call and then move to try to detain me. They encircle me.

I hold out both my arms palms outstretched and project qi/prana at them. This comes out in a near visible stream and freezes them to the spot.

The students think that this is neat but cannot move.

I explain to them that whatever powers I have then can never be used offensively only for defence and benign/good purpose. They cannot be used for personal gain. They will be able to move when they drop the malicious intent.

I move off into the bar. It is well stocked and I can tell that the barman is good at his job. I sit at the bar and I order a small glass of ice cold white wine. Which he serves me. It is humid so the glass gets a coating of mist quickly.  I am sat reading a newspaper.

Out of the corner of my eye I see two very large men in light grey suits. The suits are ill fitting and the men are twins. They have shaved heads and thick necks. They could be night club doormen. They make their way over to me and position themselves to my left and right behind my back. They make a move to grab me. I emanate a force field which they are unbale to penetrate and which freezes them to the spot. They persist in trying and the force field flings them away. They fall to the floor. They get up and try again with the same result.

I get up and walk out of the airport terminal.

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The scene changes to some kind of English country research campus. I am in a bed with the wife in the manor house. The room is like a hotel room with a four poster bed and has been done in good taste.

In the dream I dream within a dream. In that second dream I wander around the house and can see a group of English men discussing how they are going to renovate the house and turn it into laboratory space. I will be forbidden to enter the house and the laboratory. I can see the dining room being kitted out as a laboratory. Outside the manor house I can see yellow JCB machines levelling the earth.

I wake up in the dream within a dream. I go to the window and the ground has been levelled. There are numerous JCB vehicles parked up. I go to the staircase in the house and the group of men are there talking about the renovation. One of them winks at me. Hew knows that I have seen them already in the dream. I can sense that they are very antagonistic towards me and without any grounds for that antagonism.

I explore that landing leading to the dining room. Inside the room has been kitted out into a high specification lab space with complex synthetic chemistry glassware rigs. I am mildly surprised.

Down on the ground floor the men are taking to a female engineer who is installing the security system and swipe card access. They stress that under no circumstance should I be allowed to enter the facility. She looks across at me. In the dream we both think that the English men are being bizarre, petty, and foolish. There is a sense of paranoia even. She is unimpressed.

The dream ends and I think phew…that was weird and intense.

Bigfoot – Yeti – Serpents of Wisdom Dream 24-9-23.

Here is this morning’s dream…

The dream starts inside a building with whitewashed stone walls. My understanding is that it is in Cornwall. In the room are several male scientists known to me. They are of an age when I last met them ~17 years ago. They are wearing dark suits. They are inordinately proud of a large hairy animal which is sat amongst them. It looks like a Bigfoot or a Yeti. I am observing them in a non-corporeal manner, watching the goings on.

Next, I am walking along the side of a hill by the edge of the sea. On the lower path I can see the Bigfoot-Yeti thing walking along. It is a bit like Chewbacca. One can see that the creature is a man in a hairy suit. There is a visible join where the top half of the suit meets the waist. It is obviously fake and made up, a figment. I find it funny that the men were so proud of something so obviously manufactured.

Next, I am with an unseen male companion and we are exploring further up the hill. We walk through a hole in a dry stone wall, a gate without door, up over the grass towards the fern and gorse line. As I reach the line, I can see a very large snake over two metres long and thicker than my thigh in parts. It is clearly not of the Cornish countryside. I have seen this snake before it has the same diamond pattern on its racing green back as the ones in a recent dream. My companion is afraid. I can now see him. He is a young man with slightly curly-wavy light brown hair. I say to him that this is not a “real” snake it is a serpent of wisdom. There is no need to be afraid. It helps one see what is real and what is fake. This seems to calm him.

I suggest that we leave the snake undisturbed to go about its business and go back down the hill.

As we approach the gate the path is blocked by a “twin” of the snake we have just seen. They always come in pairs I say.  With respect I walk up to the snake and simply step carefully over it. My companion follows suit. The snake raises its head and looks at us, then slithers off peacefully.

In the grass now we can see a small grass snake, typical of the English countryside. A small white terrier comes along the path, sees the snake and starts to bark at it. The terrier has not seen the serpent of wisdom.

My companion and I look at each other and smile.

The dream ends.