Flood Tempest Dream 21-03-23

This dream coincides with the vernal equinox, it comes after the IPCC climate change report is made public and after I tried to download same.

The dream starts with us inside a building made of concrete. From the room we are in I can hear a gale blowing outside and rain lashing the building. It is night. The tempest comes in waves, there is loud followed by quiet and lull. The tempest is severe and as dawn approaches its force starts to wane a little.

Just after dawn, I leave the room and go out onto a terrasse. I look down at the river below it is a torrent and in flood. It runs past the outbuildings of the house which we are in. This is not our house. The river is brown and raging. From time to time I can see a tree being swept along in it. I call to the wife to come see. She joins me on the terrasse.  

As we watch the river in flood its level continues to increase. It sweeps away a shed like out building and a veranda which is a part of the house we are in. It leaves a “cliff” of several metres height where the foundations once were. The river is truly raging. We know that where we are standing is safe. We look across to the other side of the river and the trees there are largely flattened and the field in which there was once crops is very badly wind damaged and flattened. We see debris of other buildings in the river. We go inside to look for breakfast. The ‘phone lines are dead and the electricity supply is intermittent.

After breakfast we head uphill along the lanes to explore. The lanes have evidence of gravel having been washed down. We round the corner and look at where the forest once was. 90% of the trees have been flattened by the wind. There is a scene of devastation. There has been a fire there possibly caused by lightning strike. We move on and into the village. People are cleaning up after the flood. The river still rages at the bottom of the hill.  

We are joined by L and the three of us move off together back towards our house. There are now three dreamers. We show L the devastation of the river and the remains of the buildings, pointing out where the river has washed the foundations away. She finds it difficult to believe. Together we sense that this is a beginning and not and end. We go inside.

Alexandros, a dreaming nagal’s courier, arrives at the door. He and I go down to the port to look at the damage there. The road is strewn with debris but we can navigate it. When we get to the port, into which the river flows, there is disarray. Many of the boats have been wrecked. Others have been washed out to sea. The blue fishing nets and buoys are scattered. The harbour wall is intact. On the port quay the fishermen are assessing the damage. They are witing for the tide to go fully out and the river to subside before they venture out. The wind has died down and there is a sense of aftermath. There is a sense that this dream is a taste of things to come.

Dream ends.

Coal Mining Dream 18-03-23

Something has changed with my dreaming since the beginning of the year. This may be because I am on the wagon, but I doubt it. I have picked up a subtle shift these last few months, something has come to a head and passed. I do not know what.

This dream has the historical context of a matrilinear involvement in mining since the mid-1800s. The men of my family worked, first in the copper mines of Beddgelert at Sygun, then the slate mines at Blaenau Ffestiniog and then coal in the Rhondda. I joke that I am physically suited to shifting large weights in enclosed surroundings, playing front row rugby or Judo. My arse is close to the floor. You could say that mining is in my DNA.


In the dream I am talking with a man above ground in a kind of depot. He is wearing a flat cap and is some kind of foreman. He is dirty and covered in coal dust. I am clean and dressed in modern clothes. I am asking him for a job. He doubts that I have the stamina or the inclination to work at the coal face deep underground. He thinks that the men will not accept me and that I may have to have a fist fight or two to establish my place. I explain to him that I come from a line of miners so there is possibly some potential there.

He takes me over to a schematic on a wall in a portacabin. In the schematic the various seams of the mine are portrayed. He says that the seams on levels 1-3 have all been worked out. The men are working levels 4 and 5. He says that 5 is a rich seam but that it twists and turns. Five is very deep and there are occasional problems with gas.

To get me started he takes me over to the rail trucks coming out of the pit. There are some with pure coal and others in which coal is still mixed with bedrock. He suggests that I work separating the coal from the bedrock. I start and the pieces of rock are heavy. I pick them up with my gloved hands and break the coal from the rocks. I chuck the coal on one pile and the rock on another. The foreman is pleased with my work and suggests that I come back the next day.

When I return, he kits me out with a Davy lamp and a pickaxe. I join the other men in the lift going down. We stop at level 4 and most of the men get out. The rest of us continue down the shaft to level 5. There is a handful of us and the foreman. We are by way of an exploratory party. I start to work on a part of the seam which turns out to be wide and very rich. I am easily separating large chunks of best quality anthracite. One of the other workers wants to take over my position. The foreman says that we should fight for it. The man runs at me and knocks me to the ground. We brawl. I get him into a choke hold and he passes out.

I have earned the right to work at this section of face and the respect of the other miners. I work my guts out and load the small rail wagon near me.

At the end of the shift we go up the shaft in the lift and the foreman says that I have done well but will be extremely full of aches tomorrow. He says that usually it is the third day which is the killer. The first day is easy, the second day very painful. The third day is very hard and difficult. By the time the full shift comes on the third day, the body is close to crisis, it struggles with all the aches and pains to complete the third shift. Day four is less difficult. Usually after the weekend the second week is no problem. If I can make it to the second week, then I will be fine to work there.

Dream ends.

When I am coming to, I wonder if this is some kind of a racial memory which I am tapping into in the dream.   

Out of the Blue – Superconductivity

On Wednesday, the 8th of March, for no apparent reason, my thoughts turned to a friend of mine from way back. Yesterday I was reading a French newspaper on-line and it had an article about room temperature superconductivity in Nitrogen doped Lutetium hydride. I followed the link to a Nature article and that friend was published anew, on March the 8th, together with a colleague, with a new article claiming, “Tc of 294 K at 10 kbar, that is, superconductivity at room temperature and near-ambient pressures.”

In 2020 I had had discussions with this friend prior to his first claim of room temperature superconductivity published in October 2020. I knew before publication that this article was on its way. We talked a little about patents, start-ups, and he formed a start-up company with his colleague.

Last night I had extensive dreams of me being in the US of A meeting with this friend and various others, including a poker player, to discuss these new discoveries. My guess is the IP of the new discovery is vested in the start-up.

In this dream I helped organise and shape whatever it was that was arising.

Strange especially since the material presents as a blue crystal.

It is quite another world, ultra-high technology, and rural Brittany.

In few moments I will make a satay marinade for chicken and this afternoon I will continue to decorate this room.

Moles, a Code and Spring Cleaning

This web site / domain is up for renewal end of March and it is timely to think about what to do with it.

Of late Yahoo has become annoying, each time I try to check my email it asks me to prove that I am not a robot. Which kind of suggests that it is time to close some / all of my accounts. I am done with Instagram and maybe Twitter.

I tend to have “project” related email accounts. When the “project” is over I bin the account. I have quite a few residuals and most of them get no emails whatsoever. The wife has closed her UK mobile ‘phone account and there are a number of other tidying up things going on. Nearly all my email verifications are now on one dotcom account. Perhaps it is time to get a dot FR or dot BZH email.

We have been preparing this office for decorating and I have bought an indoor scaffold. {No not the type used for hanging criminals.}  The first stage of preparation {wallpaper removal} will possibly be finished tomorrow. The scaffold arrived ahead of time and looks to be just the thing we need.

It may be time to remove my Amazon author page / kindle account for “Towards Freedom”. Perhaps I will order a couple of print copies first.

Of late Outlook has been deeming any communications from “Times Higher Education” as spam, so maybe it is time to quit that too.

On Monday I dug up my three mole traps and there was a dead mole. This is by far my best trap to kill ratio. We reckon that we have saved € 2000 since we have been here, because I do the trapping.

During the night I had a dream in which an ex-colleague was seeking to solve a problem using electronic means. He was having trouble logging on to the programme and needed a very long and complex password, which he could not remember. In the dream I gave him verbally the password it had a lot of letters and numbers. He still could not remember the password after he logged on.


On the wall here they have stuck polystyrene. It is low grade and not very strong. It may be a nightmare to remove.  Maybe it is chemistry time… I’ll have a play with some acetone…

Unexploded Karmic Bombs Dream 28-02-23.

Here is the most vivid segment of last night’s dream.


I know that the dream is set in England, it is in London, the home counties and Cambridgeshire. In the dream the lighting of the gardens is pink-yellow and of the in between. I cannot be sure if it is dawn or dusk, nor if the light has been altered by Saharan sand in the air.

In the dream I am indoors looking out onto successive back gardens which vary in size and composition. I am moving between gardens and viewpoints.  In London, I see in a number of different gardens, small bombs fall from the sky, one or two per garden. They land tail fin up and I know that these bombs are karmic bombs, which will detonate one day {soon}. The karma will then be irrevocably released.

The same pattern is repeated for several gardens which I know to be in the home counties close to London. The bombs are of varying sizes, some big and others quite small. The scene moves on to a bigger garden which I know to be in Cambridgeshire. Here again bombs fall from the sky and implant in the earth. They are of varying size and one of them, which is ticking, is quite large.

I know in the dream that people do not believe in karmic bombs and as a consequence they will not take any action to address karma which they think may not manifest. People think that they have gotten away with it. I know in the dream that this attitude is a very grave mistake. There are more karmic bombs to fall from the sky.

Dream ends…

Likelihood and Bizarre Dreams

Over the last two nights, Saturday and Sunday, I have had very long and highly detailed dreams containing Zelenskyy and Putin, respectively. These were both incredibly life like. Below are two much shortened versions.

Zelenskyy showed me his underground wardrobe, before I saw it in the news on Sunday morning. In the dream it was as if I was standing right next to him. He was speaking in accented English and showing me around. He was the same height as me and dressed in his customary olive. He also showed me his elite snipers some of whom were used to “take out” people being tortured by the Russians. He said that in the wore torn cities of Ukraine it was very difficult to know who was friend or foe and that sniper overwatch was a very important part of re-entering towns. As a consequence, they had been developing their sniper units and skills.

The Putin dream was set in a posh, lush Eastern European hotel. There my internet usage was being monitored and interfered with so as to acquire black mail worthy usage data. They had tried an ineffective honey trap in which I showed no interest. I was discussing these with Putin directly, face to face, and he was overt in saying that he was trying to entrap me so that I would work for him and his gang. He seemed to think that I had information relating to various semiconductor chips, their electrode gaps, and the nature of the high-k dielectric material Hafnium Oxide in these chips. I said that I could flee from the hotel. Putin said that I was welcome to try. All the old soviet area border protocols were still in place and there was no way that I could slip by. He said that I should simply come and work for them. I was very surprised at his offer. He was all friendly and back-slappy with me, but there was also a hint of menace. He seemed very alert and engaged. He was very different to his dozy on screen persona.

Today the wife had a dream with a very loose technology theme.

This stuff {above} is so out of the blue and of little day to day relevance to me/us.

It looks to me like the ending ~20% of this incarnation is going to be quiet and one of me slowly fading away, my consequence will fade ever further. At the moment the Myeloma is at bay, it will return one day. I will then be a carer and aside from the health profession here, I will be off the local radar. I will live an adjunct and parallel life. In the fullness of time I may be faced with a decision, do I stay or do I go. If I go it will probably be to the Llŷn Peninsula or Snowdonia. If I stay, I will need a smaller house and garden.

This is the likelihood. The quiet fading away scenario.

Quite why these dreams of people outside of my sphere of influence and thousands of miles away are cropping up, I have not the faintest idea.

Anyway, Bowie passed her post-op check-up with flying colours…she is sunbathing in the afternoon sun…

Expectations and Projections

In our times people have many differing expectations as to what life might offer. A new one is being internet-popular. That way, if I understand it, one can make loads of cash from adverts and product placement. This is a new way of being…people aim for this.

People in a given socio-political construct might imagine that others pertaining to said construct may have the same ambitions, desires and wishes. If they are engaged in the politics of self-advancement and self-promotion they may imagine that these activities are  prevalent. They may even project their behaviours onto others and assume that they {the others} have the same orientation, motivation, and peccadilloes. If they are forceful and manipulative, desperate to win, they may imagine that others are “wired” in a similar manner. If they are prone to over-egg the pudding in their hype and spin, it is possible that they imagine others are equally economical with the truth when it is expedient so to be. Truth is a gradient not a boundary condition for some.


I had a dream segment last night in which numerous people seemed to think that I was/am upset and emotional. People who have a “T” type personality in MBTI terms are very afraid of emotions and feelings. If one or these unwelcome unicorns should arise, they would wish to assuage, mitigate, and terminate it.

Quite why anyone would imagine that I am “upset” without asking me if I am upset is beyond me. If people are off-balance they may project that lack of balance onto me and imagine that I might be upset. It is very strange the word “upset” is not of my vocabulary. How come I am dreaming that people are imagining me to be “upset” is beyond me.

If I say something with clarity, and there are precedents for this, which rocks the boat, people have imagined that I am uncomfortable, upset even. No, if something is off and I am unfiltered it does not mean that I am unbalanced or emotional. It means that I am not playing politics and having a partner in crime mentality. It means that I am clear. In the past there have been many who do not “like” my clarity. They try to explain it away, so as to obfuscate.

Just to re-iterate if anyone who may have known me years ago, claims to understand me or know my mind, they are lying. They are bullshitting {This language may be offensive to your reader}. I have not spoken to any of my former colleagues on the ‘phone, by internet or face to face for nigh on 15 years. I have not ever nor will I ever, appoint a spokesperson to speak on my behalf. Anyone claiming this is a charlatan and a fraud. People get together, they make shit up around the campfire and the jungle drums propagate. After the amplification and bifurcation of Chinese whispers there is little truth remaining.

Big do-dah and hullabaloo in London today…

What do you think Alan(s)?

Person Visiting After Death Dream 16-02-23.

This is a strange dream and if it is in synch. in time with physical plane events, it should be experimentally verifiable by checking the press.

I am in a wood panelled room and an acquaintance JH is sat on a lounge chair which is reclined. She is dressed in green and very much younger than she was when I had dealings with her. She is mildly flirty saying that I have caused her problems by not doing what I was supposed to do. She is convinced that she is right, in the right and has acted accordingly.

Later I am lying in my bed and her disembodied presence as a dead person comes into the room and surveys us in bed. She has no body and her presence is large, it fills the room. She is visible only as a ghostly outline. It is most definitely JH but now more like how I knew her as a commanding, powerful older woman. She is being shown how we live and a little of my true nature. She struggles to accept things, being convinced she is still right.

I show her other scenes from my life. I run her the movie of various events. I show her my notebooks and a view of me meditating in my chair at Squirrel lodge. I show her my contact with various esoteric things. I show her my kindness and convince her that her perception of me as an enemy is ill-founded.

Slowly a measure of remorse enters into JH. She is no longer utterly convinced that she is/was right. In the in-between she is shown other worlds beyond the mundane university life which she led.

I say to her that it is not uncommon for people to visit me after death to do an inventory before passing and that in nearly all cases they have mis-perceived me and what I am about. Many are shown the damage which they have caused.

I explain to her that she will incarnate in such a way as to have to overcome her arrogance and certainty. She failed in this respect, in this lifetime.

She starts to fade. Then she comes back. I explain to her that she has used too much force and wile in this lifetime and will need to make amends next.

Slowly she fades.

As she is fading, I make a mental note to check for her obituary over the next few days.

Dream ends.  

Divergence of Fate – The Brazil Connection

I had forgotten a bit which happened before the last dream.

I am standing in a self-service restaurant around a smörgåsbord talking with a young woman. She asks me if I have been learning Dutch or Afrikaans.

I say, “no, have you noted a Southern lilt to my voice?”

“Yes, at first I thought it was South African now it sounds a bit more Aussie.”

“How do you know?”

“I am a Kiwi.”

I explain to her that I lived as a child in Australia and Zambia, both Southern Hemisphere.

In 1977-78 the war for the founding of Zimbabwe was getting hotter. This had knock on effects like air raids of guerrilla camps, marauding “soldiers” and shortages in the shops in Kabwe, Zambia.

There my father was working on a German built rotary lead kiln to extract lead from the lead rich tailings, waste which was abundant. Later Kabwe was acknowledged as one of the most polluted  places on earth. My mother was getting anxious and my father was looking further afield for jobs. He was offered one in Windhoek, one in South Africa and one in Brazil. As an ex-army officer in REME during the Malayan insurgency he would be required to serve in the military reserves. When I reached 18, I would have to do national service. The first two were vetoed.

Dad was interested in the job, possibly in Santa Amaro City near the Subaé river. I would have gone to international school either in Rio or Brasília. It was by the same German kiln manufacturer. He was keen, my mother less so. If they would have paid him in Deutschmarks and not cruzeiro novo, we probably would have moved there. Instead, we came back to blighty…

A possible fate diverged on a simple decision. My life would have been very different had I gone to international school in Brazil as opposed to a grammar school in North Kent.

I would have been very Southern hemisphere in my adolescence and education….