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

August 19, 2025 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

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.

Venture Capital – UCL – Dream 20-07-2025.

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

Here is last night’s dream, unusually had early in the night ~1 AM. It seems contextually out of the blue.

The dream starts outside a swish urban building similar in style to The Ritz or Berner Kantonalbank, with a partially covered walk way. The feel is European, Germanic or British not French. There is a sense of commerce and business. The building is like a TARDIS much more spacious on the inside than the outsides suggest. It is high rent, posh and opulent.

In the atrium on a meeting area to one side I am sat in an alcove with Mark. There are antique like chairs with coffee tables arranged facing each other in a semi-circle. Mark is there with his team from the Venture Fund. They are all suited and well dressed. Mark is a bit younger than he would be now. We are discussing the funding opportunities for my project. He is quite enthusiastic. The event we are at is some kind of inventor-investor meet-up.

He stands up and ushers me to follow him. I note that I do not have a suit on simply a white collarless granddad shirt which is immaculately pressed. I cannot see my lower half. I can see the fine grain of the cloth.

He leads me up a grand staircase to the event dining room. In a wall-mirrored room sat around large round “Louis XIV” gilded tables are diners in groups of around a dozen. Mark ushers me to a table where Debbie and Sue are sat. Sue is the far end of the table next to the wall and Debbie is nearer the walkway. She stands up to greet me and we hug. Sue is more reticent as if she is embarrassed to see me for some reason. Debbie is at the event to promote technology transfer from her university. She is keen to hear what I have been up to. She says that I can stay in her room overnight if I would like. There is a very faint sexual overtone. She is roughly as she was thirty years ago when I last saw her. She addresses me using the nickname “George” which was in use then. She says that if I stay with her, I can get one of the most excellent breakfasts put on by the event. The wanting to feed motif is much stronger than any faint sexual overtone.

I ask her if she recognises the dress I am wearing. In the dream I show her the material of an exquisitely patterned grey floral female dress which I am wearing on my top half. It is very expensive and high quality with petite floral designs interspersed with doves. I say that it used to be her dress. She does not recognise it. She hands me her technology transfer / business development card. I make my excuses and leave the posh event.

As I am leaving the lobby of the building, I see a news broadcast about a man who is promoting cross channel intellectual and business collaborations between France and England. His ‘phone number and email flash up on screen, which I write down on the back of the business card.

I continue out of the building and into a suburban train station car park. It is very dark and raining slightly. I walk over a partially covered bridge over the rails to the station on the other side of the tracks.

The dream ends and seems incongruous.

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Mark, Debbie and Sue were in my Chemistry degree class at UCL in the early eighties. I have spoken to Mark on Teams in the last year, before that not for forty years. I have not spoken in person to Debbie for thirty years and Sue for probably forty years.

Microsatellite Propulsion Entrepreneurship Dream 22-1-23

August 18, 2024August 18, 2024 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

Last night we watched “Don’t look Up” a film about an asteroid of significant size smashing into Earth and the unwillingness of a US president to take it seriously, she was more concerned with politics and power, a metaphor perhaps for climate change. Taking any real action is unprofitable and unpopular. This dream is out of the blue and not in line with other recent dreams.

The dream starts in a small office with a white board. I am there with two young men. We are going over the drawings of a microsatellite and a small launch system with a bespoke and novel propulsion unit. The fuel for the rocket is completely new and in no way resembles current thinking. It runs on a novel source of energy. The microsatellite is roughly a cubic foot and has onboard communications superior to its larger cousins and an ultra-high efficiency solar power collection unit.

I am checking with one of the young men that he has included all three polar co-ordinates and velocities for each of the planets and the sun in the solar system in his calculations for the satellite orbit, that way the need for positional adjustment post launch will be minimised. He is confident that the simulations are accurate. We know that the previous methods of launch have all taken the phallic “big is beautiful” approach. Our small bespoke rocket does not need a fancy launch pad and can be launched from the back of a large purpose built truck from anywhere in the world, including high altitude which lessens the fuel requirement. The first few kilometres of atmosphere are the most expensive in terms of fuel budget, because of friction and gravitational proximity.

We gather our documents and slide pack together and fly off to London.

We arrive in a large building reminiscent of those around Regent’s Park. We are met at the front desk and are ushered to the open plan meeting facility which we have hired. It is in one corner of the very large foyer of the building. The floor has a red patterned carpet and there are ornate chandeliers. We have a very large wooden table with numerous chairs. I leave one of the young men to set up and take the other one off to show him a room which he remembers from before. “This is where it all started”, he says. I take him around a corner to another room, which we both remember.

As we are walking through the corridor, we meet a woman who was previously our secretary and her entourage. I thank her for coming along. She is very pleased to see me and gives me a massive maternal hug. We escort her back to the table and she makes herself comfortable. Other people start arriving. Many of them are venture capital investors. Some are known to me and are a bit sheepish. I make everybody welcome. Across the foyer I see another businesswoman sat at a table with colleagues. She catches my eye and ushers me over. She makes way and I sit next to her. She too is pleased to see me. She asks, “Where have you been? What have you been doing? We have all wondered what happened to you?” I have no satisfactory answer but invite her and her team to come and listen to what we have to say. They join us at our table.

Slowly more and more people arrive. There is quite a buzz. The young man has set up a holographic projection unit on a dais near the table. We are good to go. In three dimensions and in blue our logo for MicroSat can be seen.

Dream ends…