Tag: University College London

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.

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.