The Secret Squirrell Obsession – Dream Follow Up.

September 20, 2025September 20, 2025 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

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I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them but they were only satellites
Is it wrong to wish on space hardware
I wish, I wish, I wish you’d care

Billy Bragg

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Last night I had yet another dream with a “security” theme. Over the years I have had numerous intelligence service dreams. I have never had any intelligence service or secret jobs and the closest I got to needing personal vetting was a job application to Porton Down ~1989. I have been accompanied on site at RSRE Malvern. A family member does have vetting and as a part of that the “spooks” will have my name on a record somewhere. It would not take a rocket scientist with security clearance to find me from bank and tax records. It is all kosher, halal and otherwise legit.

MI6 has got a groovy video for developed vetting online made by some PR company. Not sure how many people it would attract / turn off. It did not light my candle; it was not supposed to. I am not a recruitment target.

It is fair to say that the media and brain vampires like Netflix are keen on espionage / secret agent / special forces genres. There is a lot of stuff about “enhanced” interrogation, so maybe that does actually happen. These days the baddies seem to be Muslim terrorists and not good old FSB/KGB. Though Pine Gap did focus on the Chinese. The days of being a homosexual male at Cambridge as a de rigueur on the CV seem to have passed. You can spot GCHQ candidates on University Challenge. Whatever happened to Moscow rules? Clearly I am of a boomer cold war generation which saw with joy the Berlin Wall come down. I did briefly entertain the idea of a Commando / SBS reserve role and was accepted on an initial pre-enlist officer intake. I could not hack all the boot polish and preferred spliff over rifle.

What I can’t work out is why this theme keeps recurring. I am not politically active and do not participate in ANY kind of group activity…If anything I am pacifist-antifa-otherwise disinterested and inactive.

The entertainment industry makes out the American “spy” agencies are pandemic in the world with ginormous budgets. Their satellites whizz around the world and some vitamin D deficient people are glued to screens watching our every move. At a call they can zoom in with high resolution on someone watching TV, having a shit or having a barbecue. The extent of operations is depicted as vast especially for high value targets like Obama von der Leyen. The Geneva convention is a new car show and not a set of rules for interrogation. The British are depicted as being fags to the head boy. The French are portrayed as incompetent maybe offering a dated honey trap angle. Either way with Jackie Chan and company it is one big Spy Game pay check.

Being a technology luddite I am way out of touch with modern comms and apps. After watching a few “reality” TV programmes it is clear the wife and I are aliens of very different orientation to whatever generations have come after us. People pay more attention to their ‘phones than an adolescent might to his cock and balls. They are always touching them. Spy films where people use mobile ‘phones willy-nilly look stupid to dinosaurs like me.

This idea of keeping secrets of hiding things from others seems entrenched. People apparently have false bigged-up online profiles. They keep their passcodes secret. In films others pluck out eyes and chop off fingers to unlock ‘phones by camera.

The dream last night had various people hiding “secrets” from me. But in the dream I also saw them hiding the secrets. So although I did not know what the secret was I knew that somethings were hidden. This is not an ace basis for relationship.

This idea of having secrets, a joker up the sleeve, might give some a boner or make them go damp. Some do generally think that being clever and cunning is a good idea. It takes all sorts. Secrets are salacious and can be dark bordering on evil. Secrets hint at a desire interpersonally speaking for power over another being, something with which to attempt manipulation. Secrets are seen as perhaps a means of leverage.

Although I have had some brain-farts here about AI and quantum-telepathy and the like, I am not going to be pursuing them. It is not my job…

If there is any real world basis for these security / intelligence service “stuff”, it is pretty simple to contact me. You could easily figure it out…

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Yes, and how many years must a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn’t see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

Bob Dylan

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Diplomatic Close Protection – Canal Boat – Base – Dream 28-08-2025

August 28, 2025August 28, 2025 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

Here is this morning’s dream from around 6AM.

The dream opens in a canal boat rental office in, specifically, Altrincham. I am with my wife and two young women, late twenties early thirties. They are both armed with automatic pistols in Velcro holsters at waist level on the back. The weapons are Glock like. One of the women is right handed and the other left handed from the way the guns are situated for draw. They are wearing discrete Kevlar body armour and have “security” communications earpieces. They are dressed in dark trousers and quasi-military shirts. They feel special forces like. One I know to be a lesbian and she is the senior. They work in diplomatic close protection and I am their charge. They are clearly physically fit and agile. They are alert. The idea being for us to hire a canal boat and head via the network to North Yorkshire because I will be off radar and there is little traffic now off season.

There are two women working in the canal boat office. They are wearing earphone microphone headpieces. The one I am talking with has frizzy poorly coloured bleach blonde hair. She is a bit giggly, flirty and fawning because she has seen me on the TV and recognises me from the news. I explain that we need a good comfortable canal boat for several weeks with satellite Wi-Fi. She shows us a catalogue and one of the protection agents selects a top model and says they will cover the bill. The women is told to remain quiet about what happened. She hands me the keys.

We make our way down to canal boat dock and are joined by the wife’s brother. He is taking it all in his stride and asks to drive the longboat. We set off with him at the wheel.

Nearby a residence / base has been set up and hired. It is a modern country property with two outdoor walled terraces which have awnings and heating. There is no line of sight to these terraces. The property also has a helipad. They are setting up the outdoor terrace for meetings / debriefs. I can see that there is a subtle security perimeter being put in place. The drive to the house from a country road is roughly half a kilometre. This property will be semi-permanent after the canal foray. People can visit me there unobtrusively.

Back in the canal boat we negotiate a shallow section. I can see in the reeds partially stranded a large predator salmon like fish {query Zander on writing}. I see this and think that I will be able to do canal fishing. We pull up to a mooring near a country pub. The wife’s brother goes over to a black SUV parked near a five bar wooden country gate to pick up fishing rods from extra “security” who have been shadowing the five of us. He rejoins the boat. The wife and I are in the galley and I am starting to prepare food for all of us.

The boat reaches a series of mounting locks. I joke to my brother in law that we had better look at the manual because the lock gates loom massive. We need to learn how to fill the lower portion of the lock.

The dream ends.

Montgomery Farm – Intelligence Service – Handcuff Dream 07-03-2020

January 20, 2025January 20, 2025 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

I am somehow viewing our old house in Surrey, Montgomery’s Farm. I can see our landlord he is being interviewed by several official looking people concerning me. He says, “As far as I know they were polite, well behaved and generally liked. Then one day they pretty much upped sticks and disappeared. Nobody knew they were planning to do this !!”

I look down and see that our landlord has with him a dog with two heads.

Later...

I am, for whatever reason, staying in a large country house, a mansion with reddish bricks and very grand. It looks out across open fields and a valley. I can see woodland on the side of the hill on the far side of the valley. The house is set in the UK.

I am in the kitchen cooking a ratatouille style dish with courgettes and tomatoes. Two men and a woman arrive at the door. The men are wearing long trench coats in beige. Someone ushers them in to the kitchen and they start talking to me while I am cooking. They are asking me how come I am here. To which I reply that there is no simple answer. The men say that they are officials and have the right to know.

Pretty soon two other people turn up dressed smartly and with them are uniformed police. There is one of them who is the leader and he is from the Intelligence Services. They come into the kitchen and the tone gets more severe. I put some prawns in the pan. The leader says that security are going to restrain me. A policeman comes forward and handcuffs me. He attaches the other end of the handcuffs to a four poster bed. The woman comes with me bringing my pan and sits with me on the bed. They allow me to eat and I share some of my meal with the woman. I note that the prawns are not fully cooked. I ask her what her role in this. She is a police medical officer and may assess me.

I say to her that I need a piss. The policeman undoes my cuff from the bed and cuffs me to the female medical officer. She is now wearing a very blue dress which was hidden below her coat. I note that she will “stand out” in thew gents toilets. She is unfazed. We then (somehow) enter some gents toilets. It is busy and all the cubicles are taken. I am wearing a white t-shirt and around my middle, sarong style, is a white towel.

I go over to a long metal urinal and let the towel fall. I take a piss without using my hands with the woman stood next to me. It is a bit splashy. I then bend down to pick up the towel which I, with her assistance, wrap around my waist.

We go back to the room with the four poster bed and I am again attached. The woman suggests that I am going to be transferred. I will need some trousers. These are bought for me and I wear them.

The “intelligence” leader comes over and starts to ask me questions. His tone is combative and suspicious. He is asking me about various transfers of money and companies held in my name. I have absolutely no idea what he is talking about. It becomes clear that they are trying to frame me for some fraud so that they can take me back. The demeanour of the woman changes from sympathetic to cold.

They move over to one side of the room to chat in a huddle. I lift my hands up and when I bring them down the cuffs have vanished. Nobody notices. I can see some double swing doors, lab style, which lead into the back corridors of The Royal Institution.

I guess that if I can make it through the doors, I will be able to lose them in the labyrinthine corridors which I know well.

I start to move towards the doors and pass a side room. I glance in and the woman is now dressed in medical scrubs. She is operating on someone on a table. She sees me and raises the alarm. I make a dash for it and get through the double doors.

Several men start chasing me and someone is pushing a trolley down the corridor with chemicals on. I hurdle the trolley and head off down the corridor. The trolley stops, temporarily, my pursuers. They continue after me. One of them is wearing a full face shield and ventilator. I know there is no danger but he is afraid of the chemicals. I shout to him that there is no need and that it is safe.

I continue on and they chase me. We come to a dead end room. I am cornered. I see some blue foam pipe insulation several feet long. It is very soft and flexible. As they approach, I hit them on the head with it, in turn. It does no harm but appears to comedically stop them in their tracks.

The dream ends and I awake needing a piss.

I am about to cook ratatouille for dinner. Let’s hope I am not interrupted!! 😊

Security Vetting Dream 26-07-21

December 27, 2024 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

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…

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This morning I have done some research in to UK vetting levels. In real life I am tangentially linked to the vetting process by family.