Dreams and Reflections

* Introduction *

2019-09-09T14:00:00.000+09:00

This Blog is planned as a dream diary. In a sense it was started years ago, when I privately kept one, though unfortunately, in the process of formatting hard drives, all but a few of those dreams have been lost... Yet over the past few years, the diary resumed intermittently and I'm hoping this blog will inspire me to continue it. These dreams, or visions, call them what you will, may at times seem obscure; but they have inspired me in many other areas of my life and I have come to view them as heavenly 'gifts' to help guide me.

I dated this post as if written in the future, keeping it 'sticky' and at the top of the page. The earliest posts here are dreams from the last few years- and after that more recent ones. Thanks to Blogger Beta, I can finally rearrange them on the page in the order in which they were experienced. Just hit the 'Dream On...' button for more of the dream and maybe a commentary or two.
*(a feature currently disabled, as not supported yet in the aformentioned Blogger Beta, though hopefully be restored!)

So, without further ado... may the dreams begin!

Journey to Another world

2010-02-11T09:55:00.001+09:00

I am in a place with many weird creatures- peacocks, the baby ones as small as a beetle but looking the same. Little big-eyes, who rush around like cat-like ghosts when you approach. Also spiny vegetation which scurries away and can tend to cling to you if you frighten it.

To warn of their approach, kids wear small slippers with pictures of black and white eyes on the toes. I didn't know, so I kept being surprised by the catty-rushing and plant-straggling. I had plants cling to me and only slowly slide off, struggling all the while.

But I was pleased to see the polygon fruit drop from the skies. It looks so sweet and nourishing. And when I saw the signs near the slippers I started to understand things here."Please walk gently. No beating of creatures near the living area. Kids, please wear slippers." If I had known, I would have worn a pair too. But for now, lets just enjoy the polygon fruit!

Sky Theatre

2010-02-11T09:53:00.002+09:00

A friend I met boasted about having a huge sound system in his house. Seeing the enormous speakers, I was worried that it would annoy the neighbours, but I didn’t say anything for fear of offending him, as I wanted to marry his daughter. He said not to worry, and the entire house unmoored itself and blasted forth into the sky, soon floating high above the town and then in the lower reaches of the stratosphere. Anti-ballistic missiles that had been fired at it waved around in the sky like caught fish, repelled by a strong, protective magnetic field.

“Now I’ll show you movies”, he boasted, and started up the most incredible home theatre I’ve seen in my life.

A Psychedelic Dream of Snow

2010-01-23T10:30:00.000+09:00

I was in an old house in the countryside. Strange creatures were to be found stuffed on the walls. My mother was very old and needed some special apparatus to change into her clothes as she went in and out of it and got angry if you looked at her while she did this. We were going out for a short walk to see the town.

It was snowing outside. I was very hungry, so I started eating the snow and tissues in my pocket. I realised that this may not be a good idea, but it would be a long time until dinner time and what else did I have? I needed to keep up with the others even though it was all so beautiful here and I wanted to explore. I could slide down huge slopes to reach them, though I knew I have to be careful about sliding into the road.

We made it back to the ouse and started changing, to have lunch. I was thinking of getting my camera ready for when we go out again. Wanting something light to carry around, I decided using the 35mm f/1.8 lens would be great, as pictures in the snow always look good and there'd be no need to zoom around. We went into the house, my mum using the contraption to get her outside clothes off and inside ones on. In we were- and there was a garden with a strange, centipede-like creature; but no, it wasn't a centipede. It was a long 'human-like' creature, with, I counted them, 8 limbs. It was something that really shouldn't exist- and there were more of them in a nearby tree. Suddenly a baby rhino ran up to me and I caught it. Bigger rhinos were running and there were soldiers from an evil empire chasing them. What was going on and where was my video camera when I needed it?

ASs we got closer to the big, old house, I found out that now the evil army was defeated. A line of them were emerging, their hands on their heads in gestures of surrender. A green Luke Skywalker was amongst them ,the victor in their struggle. I thought that maybe my arrival and discovery of the strange creatures had brought the matter to a close. Were our two dimensions meeting at this point, our perspectives merging? We gave a glance of acknowledgement to each other.

Then I woke up.

Man in the Mirror

2009-10-04T13:14:00.003+09:00

Recently, I have had a lot of dreams with 'Man in the Mirror' as the backing music. Then, I was asked by a friend to edit one of his student's speeches on the same topic, who believed this is what we need to change andwasSErstein taking speech training lessons to be a singer himself. I feel that some force, or higher enteties were calling me. Then, just the other day I had the day off and Yuko was invited to go to see Deepak Chopra and others at a conference in Tokyo. Seeing as Chopra was a kind of Guru for Michael, who almost certainly opened his mind to those concepts, originally from a speech by Ghandi himself, and others, I was thrilled to be able to go (it was a Thursday morning, how about that?!)

The experience was unforgettable with various speakers, incredible music and dancing and a new emotion created in me. Now I realise that I want to be the change I seek for in the world. Some special spiritual knowledge was transmitted from Chopra, clearly a living master, to us.

The Man in the Mirror is changing and with it, in how ever small a way, the world.

Mountain Art

2009-10-02T22:45:00.001+09:00

It was in the mountains, maybe in South America. I was with a couple of people training there, amidst many ancient, dusty statues. The air was exhilerating but the statues seemed lifeless.

What I do remember is them being given some kind of resin to rub onto the figures heads. This removed the dust and maybe other layers, revealling bright, colourful faces. It required some heavy-duty rubbing and I wondered if it wouldn't be easier just to spray the dust off with water.

Only on awaking I realised- there are no such mechanical shortcuts. The hard work of rubbing ius necessary- and the resin used must be magical to work at all.

The Hidden World

2009-02-21T10:58:00.001+09:00

I have been having a lot of psychedelic dreams lately; here is what I can remember of the latest one.

I was learning through watching that Earl Gray tea was actually found by an Italian explorer and is one of he only things my friend likes about Italy. As you stir in half-frozen cream and it froths up around the edges, it is like sailing through Antarctic waters, with flurries of icebergs and currents- in fact this is what it actually is, if you look closely enough.

Early in the morning, some Japanese girls get up to go to the top of the mountain, where they have always gone, to get magical eggs. One comes down and the others, along with her, say she has become a ‘Cutorian’ by way of support. In fact, they are speaking very fast Japanese so I am not entirely sure what they are doing, but it is magical and ‘cute’.

City Above the Clouds

2008-12-28T11:00:00.000+09:00

I was going to my wedding in a city in Iceland, yet above the clouds. Here I walked with my brother. It was incredible that they are stable enough to walk and build on. Huge trucks laden with supplies even went across them. Trees grew too and my brother said, “Yes, there is water underneath”. I could poke my hand down and lo and behold, there it was.

I went into a building and talked to two girls, who spoke a language remarkably like Japanese. Then I started to head back, as the wedding was drawing near. I went into a huge school, kind of old yet ornate in it’s design.

An explorer had been travelling with me and showed me his specimen case. There were lots of insect-like creatures, with human-shaped heads in the likenesses of people I know. He said that the trip had been a great success, thanks to me. If he had only found one of these creatures, it would be enough to secure his funding, but having several was a miraculous find. As I walked back to the wedding-place, he wished me well for the future.

The End

Journey to Pluto

2008-09-10T12:28:00.003+09:00

I was a small being that was able to fit into a part of a space-exploratory capsule. In the corner of this, it proceeded to the outer reaches of the solar system- Pluto, no less. In this starange landscape, maps were being constructed. As it teleported around, there was a collection of geometric-shaped buildings that we were exploring. Somehow, this communicated the Plutonian's deep undersatanding of maths and alternate ideas about the construction of reality. Space is inhabited, yet the ways of thinking appear unlike ours at times.

A Spiritual Quest

2008-06-06T06:49:00.001+09:00

I was walking along and talking to God, but it was a dream within a dream. I was with a friend here and god showed me a method for finding out truth- just look into the reflection of my own face, or my own green eyes, to find it, even in my mind- as all the answers we seek are to be found within. The voice from within, which was clear and calm, said that this is the method he would prefer I’d use, which suggests that there are others, too.

I was then jumping from one block to another in an abstract small landscape, with god teaching me how to land and avoid danger, again throw that voice and through me visualising my own face.

I was then walking down a crowded street, being careful not to step on the small children all around me. One woman scolded me for almost bumping into her little girl, but I pointed out that I am a nice guy and showed her the other child I also narrowly missed stepping on. I looked down and the more I looked, the more small creatures I could see, not just children, but dogs, too- Chiwawas, Yorkshire Terriers and so on. I leaned down and picked up a small green thing and it was a glowing globe, an entire planet, with shifting skies and continents amidst an emerald sea. Watching over the whole place was a god-like being, who saw the little inhabitants as his children, there to be protected.

Keeping walking, I was then in another scene, walking with a girl near a temple. Suddenly, wild animals gathered, looking menacing- a leopard, a puma, a wolf. We ran towards the temple grounds and as we did so, a strange man appeared suddenly and transformed into a heroic figure in robes and golden headdress. The shining light he projected made the big cats cry out and then suddenly whimper, turning around.

When we made it into the temple grounds, one jumped in there with us, a wolf. It snarled. The man had vanished, so I picked up the wolf and threw it. It just rebounded off the invisible barrier keeping safe in there, even when I tried again. I decided it best to be safe and strangled it, and then ripped it’s head off. Both pieces could be hurled out safely. It was a grisly solution, but the best one.

The scene suddenly changed, and I was in a comics café or something in Tokyo. On the TV was the same mystical figure as the man who’d appeared, walking with friends in an anime show. I wondered, had I been dreaming or what- another dimension perhaps?

I was with Yuko in a café and two colourfully dressed Orthodox Jews, with long beard and festive decorations over their black clothing, were going around and asking for money. Yuko froze up, feeling something sinister despite their jovial ways. We declined to give a donation and then one of them magiced up a green jelly on a plate before he walked off. Yuko took my arm and whispered ‘he spat in it’, something I didn’t believe, but then he leaned down and put his mouth next to it and some liquid flowed out.

They walked on and suddenly I felt bad and ran after them, saying ‘Yuko, you’re acting like an anti-Semitic Nazi or something’, to give them a hundred yen towards the jelly. She told me “No, honestly, as soon as they came over, my arm froze up, like they had a bad energy”. Thinking about the mouth incident, I then believed her and apologised for doubting. I think that religious fanatics are dangerous people, not that everyday Jewish people have anything inherently wrong. This sinister touch came from twisted religion that was hostile to outsiders, which is not representative of Jews in general by any means.

Note- Waking up, I wondered- is this something Ms T did to me, who was also something of a vengeful religious fanatic?
I am amazed by the vivid, psychedelic contents, and especially by hearing ‘God’s’ voice, which did sound like a loving father. I wonder if embellished versions of this could actually make literature. Even writing this, I felt like adding, as it is all from the same imagination. I may actually have opened a door into my subconscious, or even into the Universal subconscious that Jung wrote of.

Maybe, if I open my mind to it, I can contact God directly more often- this was almost like a small conversation with Him at times.
I may well have been heavily influenced by the third episode of The Mighty Boosh, Series 2, I watched the night before, where they see the adventures of two rock stars, who seek out new music in the desert and find an inner Enlightenment to be the key after all. One starts off with a door in his hat and the other acquires one, maybe being doors to the universal unconscious?
It is interesting that the colour green appeared so many times and that my eyes are green (really they are usually hazel, but in the dream, bright green). It’s almost as if it was all taking place inside me- which, in a way, being a dream, it actually was! Of course, the voice of God was probably my own voice, purified- though it did seem to be from another person, something like a TV announcer, at the time.

Magical Park

2008-01-26T09:13:00.000+09:00

I was going to a large national park with my mum and wandered off to see a rocky enclosure, quite high up. At first the rocks seemed random and messy- even ugly. I decided though to sit and appreciate the nature, even get absorbed into it, so as to escape from the rut of living with my family and all the little stresses involved in it. Suddenly, a mystical force revealed complex patterns to the rock's arrangements- just what I had been wanting to see. Ridges appeared at regular intervals, looking something like faces and reminding me of Aztec artistic styles. I resolved to spend the night here and really get deeply into it; but first, I needed something to drink.

I found a store with a strange bag of something that was either an energy-drink or a kind of medicine, which I kept for later. Walking on down the path, I found my mum and we went to the park cafe. The lady there was from some kind of Scandinavian country. She poured me a glass of mint tea, but spilled it a bit, so said I could have it for free. Then I ordered a cookie and a bit of it was broken off so she said I could have that for free too. I wondered out loud if I was being selfish in accepting this generosity without a struggle, but it seemed to be too late and I was happy to have the good luck.

Then we walked for a bit and I found a much larger bag of liquid, which I added my small bag too and it all changed colour, which made me think that it must be some kind of medicine or something. Then I found a small creature that seemed to be a cat. I decided to take it home to be friends with my cat, Tipsy and shelved my plans.

When we got home, to our old place in Ling's Coppice, I put it down and Tipsy came up to meet it, but it seemed to bite or scratch him, as he recoiled, holding his eyes. I picked up the little black thing again and scolded it, then put it down- yet it did the same thing again. It was cold outside, but I felt I couldn't risk letting it hurt Tipsy more.

I threw it out the back door and it separated into two little black creatures, that suddenly grew into what were either raccoons or the kind of mystical lions you see guarding Japanese temples. Milton, our puppy, went up and they seemed to kind of play, maybe a little roughly, but no-one seemed hurt by it. So now we had a pair of magical creatures in the garden- or were they just raccoons?

Then I awoke!

We Are the World

2008-01-12T10:54:00.000+09:00

I was hearing, surrounded by, the whole world singing in harmony, 'We are world, we are the Children', the Band-aid release. I realised the hidden meaning- that in actuality we are all the members that make up the world. There is no separation between us and this and especially in the case of the children, the most vulnerable and sensetive part of humanity.

Comment- The words echoed around my head and reminded me of those by Jiddhu Krishnamurti- we are indeed the world. In this there is hope, as through little acts of kindness we can influence it for the better. We must be brave enough to care and to reach out to our fellow-beings in need. This is love, life and the true reality..

Singapore

2007-10-04T06:35:00.000+09:00

I was seeing the latest video by a techno-group, a remix of a Jimi Hendrix song that they made for the new Millennium. They had decided to film the skyline of a city that seemed like Singapore. Skyscrapers were stretching into the sky and what looked like models of inter-racial couples were embracing beneath the vast sunset.

But then the camera continued to pan onto what looked like a chaotic mess of containers and rubbish in backstreets near the port. I hear the band's voice- "We made this to show how waste and sludge is spreading all over the world, threatening to engulf it. We have to save our planet before it is too late"

Diamond Flute

2007-08-03T20:57:00.000+09:00

I had discovered a special, flute-like instrument with a miraculous effect, hidden amongst other artifacts from some distant age. If someone with great faith blows into it, perfect diamonds will pour out of it's holes. Yet, without this faith, this trust in life, only air will come out, and those diamonds dissolve into dust. Note- This parable holds a message. If one has faith, the things of life reveal their treasured significance- everything is like a diamond, some things obviously so, some just from the feeling they generate. Yet, without it, even the most wonderful things will bring no joy and be reduced to lifeless dust.

Whether this can apply to material riches is essentially beside the point- as true riches are spiritual, for those with eyes to see.

Robot and Internet

2007-07-02T07:45:00.000+09:00

We were a group of kids living in Tokyo and wondering how to spend our time. One possibility was a quick flight to Seoul, but it would be a little pricy, especially for us, since we seemed to be living in some kind of squat. So for now, we would just use the wireless internet, which we had a way of hacking into for free. But… low and behold, they had suddenly patched this up!

We went to the place where the internet was sourced, which was reached by a slope going underground. A small guard robot was standing there, like something out of a video game. “You shall not pass”, he kept saying whenever one of us would go near.
“Okay, let’s get going”, I cautiously advised- but my friend was persisting, making me worried that he might actually try to break the robot to get past. “That would be criminal damage!”, I warned, but for now, all I heard was him talking to it, trying different phrases to get a password, as it turned out. He shouted up to us, “Hey, this works” and we heard him telling it “I’m a new employee”, to which the robot said, “Ok, sir, nice to meet you, please come this way!” We did the same and were in.

Inside was a lot of stuff including a small room, where an old Russian networked computer game was kept, being something like a small video game arcade. My little friend said it was quite a bizarre experience. A strange feeling emanated from the room, of some kind of hypnotic, invasive cold-war ‘entertainment’. You could hear the usual sounds of ‘80’s games, but there was something both more amateur and more sinister about this one, almost as if it would try to brainwash you to sympathise with ‘the other side’, by playing it. “Seems pretty spooky”, I said. Meanwhile, aside from everything else, there was a hidden subway here going all the way to Seoul, that now, as ‘employees’, we could use. Let the games begin, even if they were to be based around Soviet-era era, automated technologies!

Pond Life

2007-06-29T22:20:00.001+09:00

I was at my Dad’s house in Portugal, which had a huge pond outside it. On the sides of the pond were little canopies in which small frogs shaded under very small palm leaves. In the waters, the tadpoles swam, all producing multiple layers of depth, as things got smaller and smaller, a bit like the pond scene in the Japanese Studio Ghibli animation ‘Naoshika’. George Lucus was filming there, as the basis for the start of his latest epic. that would explore the battles of The Force from the microscopic world up.

Somehow, one of the actors in the film was an exact double of me, perhaps another member of a ‘group personality’. He had lived in India all his life and we were spiritual twins. It was reassuring yet unnerving at the same time, to know that there is ‘another me’ in the world.

Then my father came in. Apparently, he had been told to stop smoking by his doctor, but was given some new herbal concoction to smoke. He stood by the wall near the pond, rolling up a joint of it.

Police Riding Animals

2007-06-27T07:56:00.000+09:00

I had a dream where I went for a walk in a nearby town, when I saw a remarkable sight .Japanese police were training, in an exercise to use animals to smell for a criminal. They were riding large blackbirds, the way police in other countries ride horses. Further down the street, they were on large gophers and one was even riding a swan. I saw a bunch of them, some having other animals on leashes, some riding on dogs. I was a little worried one of the animals would be surprised by my smell and rush after me, but at the same time, I wanted to take a picture.

I only had my mobile with me. It was late afternoon and I took it out and zoomed in- but it focused on a group of chameleons stacked on one another, each of them having as many eyes as a spider. Suddenly our big old dog, Amber came up from behind me and put her paws on my shoulders. I said to her, “Get off!” and pulled them down, as they were scratching. We then walked, along with Yuko, straight into my old home in Ling’s Coppice. Amber looked sheepishly down at her paws, as if she was saying, ‘As if I’d ever hurt you with these!’ Yuko then said, as she and Amber lay down on the floor next to one another, “You see, I’m just so beautiful!”

Then I woke up.

Bird Salvation

2007-05-18T20:45:00.000+09:00

I was walking to school, pondering as I sometimes do just how hard it all is, how vulnerable the little man is in life, with all the forces arrayed around him, often seeming so unsympathetic of our fate. "Who is to help us?", I wondered. I imagined the Guardian Angels, ever-watching over us, ever sympathetic. I wondered why angels were so often depicted with white, out-stretched wings.

Suddenly, into my mind flashed an image of a huge, Garuda-like bird, coming down to save a man and carry him to safety on her back. With a hard, almost armoured head, the difficult things of life are nothing for such a bird, who can protect us from any danger. I was reminded of the saying of Jesus that God looks after even the smallest of birds, he sees when they need food and when they fall from the nest.

Commentary- Imagine my surprise when I came into school, a warm feeling of safety suffusing me after my vision, to see that charming Yoko-Chan had rescue a little bird. In an ironic reversal of my vision, a human was helping a bird. She had saved it from her cat, who had hunted it and brought it to her the day before. She was taking it to school so as to take it to an animal charity later in the day, not wanting it to be endangered at home. She told me that she had lain awake all night worrying about it.

I was struck not just with the similarity of the vision, but that also another teacher that I had become very friendly with had had a similar experience, in which she saved a poor dogs life when another teacher had wanted to call the animal catcher and have it put down instead. This was such a similar show of heartfelt compassion and purity of mind, that I started to wonder if it is a sign, God telling me that these are people to be trusted. For them, too, it is like a kind of life-test... which is more important, their convenience or ending the suffering of another. In each case, they chose the path of kindness, which is beautiful.

Music Videos

2007-05-14T20:39:00.000+09:00

I, half asleep, was treated to the most amazing series of music videos. I've never heard of the artists, but their strong, pulsing rhythms were with me even after I woke up. The videos themselves had amazing sound-quality and were shown as moving holograms. It was as if I was watching some sort of future MTV.

Comment- Maybe next time I should try humming them into a microphone. They really are that good!

Return From Space

2007-05-12T20:30:00.000+09:00

We came back from a trip into space, to explore some things in our galaxy. There was a new computer at mission control. We looked out of the window, and noticed that it had changed position. Looking again, a few minutes later, it had changed again. We looked to each other- it had robotised itself and come to life! Outside, there were tripod-like structures with cameras in their single 'eye', as now it was spying on us.

We rushed out of the ship, something like a modified 777, and just in time, as it was torn apart with lasers. We went straight for tunnels running under the streets on London, hastily planning a resistance. There could be a base back where Mission Control had been, and we would rush around the world, organising people.

We wondered what was the vulnerability of the computers- and suddenly it hit us- pumpkin pies! In a tunnel by a bakery, we found a batch stockpiled already, so we picked some up and dashed out into the streets. We were near a shopping mall, where people were running and screaming, though a few had the pies. We shouted for people to follow us into the tunnels, lobbing pies over their heads as we did. We were leading them to freedom.

Then I awoke.

Commentary- I felt this dream was a warning as to the possibilities of technology evolving beyond our means to control it. Not that this would necessarily be a bad thing, if we could form, a meaningful relationship with the 'intelligence' this unveiled. The problem is it's coldness, it's dedication to problem-solving, at the expense of 'warm-hearted' human concern. It seems that the mission control computer, like HAL in 2001, had decided to take the task of advancing science into it's own hands.

At first glance, the pumpkin pies are a ridiculous touch. But they show the need to focus on unimagined weaknesses in a high-tech opponent's defenses. With a bit of ingenuity and luck, even the most imposing opponents can be overcome.

Nanodes

2007-05-08T20:59:00.000+09:00

I found myself in the recording studio and home of some 70's era band, perhaps ABBA. Somehow, in the adjoining house next-door was a path to an enormous UFO, much like the one in Close Encounters. I walked into it, as did some band members and others. There was a very relaxed, casual atmosphere, as if this sort of thing was happening all the time.

We were shown the time-space drive that powers it, perhaps riding through the universe's worm-holes from one place and time to the next. It had a kind of console-like display, bright, cheerful and playful, much like the kind of graphics you can see on website displays. On each side were arranged spirals of 'nanodes'- small, living, glowing, crystal-like beings, which apparently make the time-space travel possible. [They could have been tachyons, using neutrinos for energy, but whatever they were, they seemed to be vibrantly alive].

We flew through the night, over countryside, apparently over some small crowds who were out to see us, ironically mistaking us for some kind of natural phenomena like a comet! I have only dim memories of this phases, but I seemed to have long, telepathic conversations with a group of three very ancient space-beings on board, ranging across many subjects including philosophy and human progress. All their thoughts seemed to me to be very reassuring and compassionate. They really had, 'no worries!'

Afterwards, while I was semi-awake, they flashed the console into my mind again. They seemed to be saying it was a means of communication between the rest of the universe and myself, which I could use whenever I liked. There was also another console, a kind of futuristic 'hotmail in-box', called the Holonet, where the mails were displayed as animated holograms and I could chose which dynamic image to open. The interesting thing was that the mails were from subconscious friends of mine on this and other planets!

Commentary- When I awoke a fantastic possibility occurred to me. That perhaps the working of such futuristic technology might be revealed to me in such detail that I could actually patent it, perhaps in the name of The Foundation. Then, the proceeds from the patents could help fund The Foundation and it's various research projects and community works (whatever they will be, it certainly isn't clear yet). Writing this now, that doesn't seem to be the point of the dream, as it seems better to just share the revelations like this. But I wonder how many important inventions have been revealed this way historically.

For now, I will call the drive a '4D Neutrino drive' and the internet console a 'Holo-net'. Interestingly, I goggled neutrinos to find out what they are and they seem to be subatomic particles that have existed since the beginning of time, coursing through the universe at a speed faster than light. I also noticed that they are very hard to research, so deep in the ice of Antarctica is a machine to 'catch and watch' them. The icy, dark conditions create an environment with the clarity of a crystal... a nanode crystal, no doubt.

False Leg

2007-04-23T09:14:00.000+09:00

Just had a dream that I went to the doctor to complain about an uncomfortable feeling in my leg. They said that the only way to deal with it would be to replace it with an artificial one. It looked like the replacement would be just as good, so we (me and my family) agreed.

They did some of the necessary preparations for it and seeing the cost of the operation, I was relieved that it would all be paid for by the National Health Service. On the way home it dawned on me that I would only have one real leg and that it would often be like hopping if I wanted to get into a car or something. I started to regret agreeing to the operation, especially since whatever had been irritating me in my leg seemed to have faded away! However, I was worried that if I said anything, I would be somehow liable for all the costs already paid in the preparatory steps, which ran into the thousands.

Comment- the moral of this story would seem to be not to do unneccesary dramatic things, or, 'If it's not broke, don't fix it'. Waking up, I thought that of course I would call off the operation, but with all the pressures in the dream, that didn't seem like a possible solution at the time.

Living From the Sea

2007-04-15T09:11:00.000+09:00

I was living in Australia, by the sea, we were practically camping there. When morning came, we would just wade out a little and reach into the waters, to pull out crabs and other ‘fruits of the sea’, my friend (or cousin, in this alternate reality where we seemed to all be a family?) showing me how to hold them safely. The crabs didn’t seem to resist a bit. Then, the next morning it was rainy and overcast. We went upstairs to try and get more light to fish by, but the puddles up there were still too dark. Later, I went to a pub to meet another friend. On the TV, there was a presenter taking about Greek mythology. It seemed that Australia is both an intellectual and natural place.

Comment- I awoke with a sense of seeing the nations as they are, especially Britain’s former colonies. Whilst The US is undoubtedly the greatest and most successful, it’s success has led to big needs and lavish tastes, so much so that people have moved away from the natural life and spend a lot of time meeting ‘requirements’ they don’t really have. With all their large cars, credit card debts and fattening foods, it reminds me something of the dinosaurs, who without any natural enemies (rather than one another), grew to the point at which they simply couldn’t sustain their enormous bulk. In that case, the smarter and (relatively) almost invisibly small rodents took over. Of course, in a varied land like the US, a new lifestyle is possible too, perhaps a net-savvy post-hippy breed, who’ll find a way to a better life there... but something has to give.

Australia, meanwhile, seems to have a more balanced lifestyle. It’s not exactly famous for it’s intellectual side, but it too has universities and libraries and the Aussies I’ve met have all been very intelligent and aware. It seems like a good placed for a new beginning and is high on my list of possible relocation sites (along with Hawaii and going back to the UK).

I just feel I see more clearly what life has to offer and all the wonderful opportunities out there. A dream can awaken so many passions with its vistas of freedom...

The Spiritual Light (10/09/2006)

2006-09-10T18:57:00.000+09:00

Yuko and me are to find a secret buried deep within The Church, which will provide us with a key to understanding it's nature and it's destiny. We, flying, are directed towards a small, discrete shop in Salisbury Cathedral Close, where something like the Davinci code, a Christianity concerned with making humans more human, is carefully researched.

We learn that there are plans afoot for the 'reconquest' of Britain's Cathedrals, which have fallen victim to seemingly benign Pagan influences that have seeped in from the surrounding 'post-modern' culture. They will be returned to their intended function of shedding the light of human wisdom rather than that of the animal mind.

We fly over the landscape to see new gallery displays in honour of this and see one display in honour of a little girl's mind, which we can approve of, and another being about a whale, which we joke is also near enough. The main teachings of Christ are revealed as being that of a love of higher frequencies suited to human sentient sensibilities, rather than a merely religious allegiance, with all the potential for schism and prejudice that this brings.

Comment- Christianity, like Buddhism, is all about unfurling the higher reaches of human consciousness, rather than the pursuit of something which is essentially other to us. The danger of aiming for anything less than this (as the worldly, 'Pagan' beliefs would have us do), is that we miss the chance of reconnecting with the rich, spiritual light that higher religion directs our growth towards, with all the compassion, intelligence, generosity and love of truth that this brings. Our higher human virtues are stretching towards the divine and the Spirit of Truth guides us there, along warm paths of light.

In the background, I could sense the presence of my grandmother and others, at peace and wishing to help me, in the world beyond.

Many a Dream (Between 01-29/08/2006)

2006-08-29T08:34:00.000+09:00

It's been quite a while since I wrote here, so here's an update...

Many an impressive, psychedelic dream has come to me in past weeks. Strange creatures, magicians who can transform themselves into owls and octopi, and a harsh Dune-like future in which life is lived in tight communities that are connected by taking tank-rides through arid wastelands. Just last night I imagined the meaning of 'ye are gods' and saw tunnels of fractals all around me, sensing the whole population of the Earth, freed from debilitating fear.

Yet all these glimpses are pretty much indecipherable to the average viewer. They are even to some extent so for me! Which means that Starfire Dreams is destined to never be an end unto itself, only a petri-dish for the bacterium of my writing.

This means that the next phase is quite clear- a gradually unfolding fantasy story based on all of this, elucidating mystical truth just as my dreams do, through demonstrating it. Until it is finished, it can consist of gradual updates on Gideon's Travels, a subject in and of itself that when clicked on can be read as a whole narrative. Perhaps people will check back regularly to read the narrative?

In the context of the unveiling of various strategies for teaching, we have been given the R- religion. Then came the revelation of R.T.- Religious Truth, reality training. Yet now is the time for A.R.T.- Applied Religious Truth, applied reality training. I actually though of this whilst seeing the Superman Returns movie. What a work of genius- to teach a certain cosmic truth, not through the traditional preaching, which requires a certain type of audience, but to so so through magnificent pyrotechnics and exciting action, along with a moving story-line. Stories really are wonderful things and I will get back to my roots and start telling about things through stories.

Deserts of the Future (23/08/2006)

2006-08-23T09:23:00.000+09:00

We are living in some post-apocalyptic future, in which our environment is mostly deserts. Large parts of the world- or at least of the world we know about- are so filled with toxic chemicals and radiation that they can only be traversed in a large tank-like vehicle, which teams like our own travel in.

Our commander is quite angry at me, as I lost a coin that looks something like a 10-yen piece along the way and didn't report it missing. Such things are of such great value now that really, I should have.

We get out of the tank and our commander sees that an animal, a huge bird, has been stealing food from our supplies. In order to send a message to any other potential thieves, he skins it alive. It doesn't even resist though must be in terrible pain and after, it stands there, it's flesh exposed to the air, in the dry desert heat.

I start climbing a rock-face and suddenly a flying fox-like creature comes closer. It looks cute and friendly, so I reach out to pet it. Yet it draws it's claws over to bite me, which is pretty shocking. I wrestle with it and call out for help from the others, but they seem to be busy with other things. It keeps biting, so I decide there is only one thing for it- to wretch apart it's jaws like in a movie, braving the sharp, serrated teeth. Just like the bird, it seems rather unphased by this and not to feel any pain. It just doesn't seem to mind! Blood is going everywhere, including my own, as as I struggle to kill this vicious little creature before it eats me.

Comment: This was all after spending too much money on a Nintendo DS Lite and 'accessories' in Akihabara, which left me feeling a bit wasteful and guilty, especially since I paid more than the RRP for it. Generally I tend to buy electronics that I feel I absolutely I need (though I need ten camera lenses by now!). I suppose this future world of hard times is my conscience's way of warning me not to be wasteful, as we never know what the future will bring.

Another Dimention to WW2 (29/06/2006)

2006-06-29T08:38:00.000+09:00

With M and D, walking in some ruins in the evening, talking about the end of WW2 and of Japan's role. We hear and sing the song 'You are everybody' that Charlie sings in the TV series 'Lost'. We decide to go back in time to see what really happened to other people, who were really us too, back in that time.

We see a massive machine like a flying beetle with a laser in the nose, that Japan made many of during the war, cutting through things with it's nose-laser. We see something using similar technology made by Holland and go, 'ah they copied that and made it better'. We seem to be debating on how original japan can be or whether really everything is in some way copied.

The scene cuts to a young, modern-day commentator. She is commenting on a sports program, where robot-buggies with a small laser-gun in the top of their windshield are moving through marshes. She says that they will look back at stories of the difficult things that Japanese soldiers went through when fighting in such places.

There are a small group on jet-bikes, wearing goggles. They are facing remote-controlled mini- machine guns that had been set up by the Dutch. They seem to be in groups of three, the fire coming from many angles. Seeing them and moving around the area, the scene cut to a computer display. They had been set up to perfectly cover a lot of the area and the group were looking for gaps through which to travel. Changing to a car, they found that they were being pursued. Most of them are women and good friends, yet there is only one thing for it. One of them needs to get out of the car and soak her jeans in the marsh water to reduce the scent and make them harder to follow. She doesn't really want to do this as it goes against the purity of Japanese women and their delicacy, but there is nothing else for it. In the process, her and her friend have lost a lot of blood and are exhausted- they would dearly love to take a rest but the pursuers are just too close. They start up again and this time are on a highway, where they are surrounded by other vehicles going at great speed. It is hard to drive and weave between them in this state, but they have no choice...

Then the alarm went.

Coffee Shop Vision (18/04/2006)

2006-04-18T12:14:00.000+09:00

In Tully's Coffee Shop, snoozing and waiting for some friends, I had an interesting experience. seeing the reflection in a mirror, I was watching a guy who looked just like me ordering and chatting with the waitress. He seemed to not have a care in the world. Then I seemed to hear a jazzy song- "It's time for you G. D. You've lived all your life in obscurity- now its time to be on the stage of the world".

Could these blogs one day lead to fame? One can but dream...

States of Beingness (25/02/2006)

2006-02-25T10:53:00.000+09:00

I had an interesting dream just now. Now, whoever you are, you shall get updates on my dreams almost as quickly as I do! Dreams, for me, are not constructions of my mind, though by the choices of materials, they do reflect it.

I had gone on a journey to a distant land. Yet I was in a restaurant run by someone from my own country. He was a big man, who seemed full of cheer, yet also of sadness. Full of emotion- that energy which spreads through humanity like the oceans through the Earth- rocking, swaying, with no definite reason we can fathom. Also, always the joker! He reminded me in some ways of my Stepfather.

Here he was, telling me, with his body-language as well as his words, that he had over-indulged with psychedelic substances the night before. He was not just a cook- he was a man who parties! He said 'Just by looking at me now, you can be tripping!' Also at the table was the former prime-minister of Norway. He solemnly and lightly told me that he had failed his country in the recent furor over cartoons of the prophet Muhammad. He was waiting for his food, at the head of the table, depreciating himself in that light and civilised way that only a modern-day Scandinavian could. He seemed to have done his best and I told him so... Yet still he bowed down his head, 'I am not a good prime-minister'. In a nearby cabinet were some kit-cats, covered in the Danish flag.

And tripping I was... The dream moved on and I next found myself in a room with two young Rastafarians, talking happily and cool about things. They were joking about New York Jewish mothers getting their kids to do all kinds of extra stuff and you could see they admired their traits but were also joking about them- I felt a warmth. "Are you Jewish..?" They asked. I said I was, but that I only believed in some of it. I then went into the subject of religion in a way that obviously bored them, probably they were more interested in a more human angle and they left through a door.

I soon followed and found it opened into a village. I wondered where to focus my attention and looked at the plants. There was a flower on the ground. Her petals had been strewn in a circle around her, and I could feel her saying, somewhat sadly, yet also with the happiness of self-completion... 'That was my life'. Yes, in a psychedelic way I could feel the emotion of plants, as well as seeing so much more clearly their beauty.

Now I was somewhat alone in this small garden, whilst the villagers went about their lives. I was free to think- what should I best teach people, how best to do so? For probably by teaching I can help them the most. After boring the Rastafarians I realised a more interesting approach may be needed. So I thought a bit about the principal of R.T. - the method of education revealed to me by an angel ('Religious Truth'), and how I could see this in life. How I could see the real values and meanings and make them into stories for people whose minds are bored by theories and abstraction. To save the innocent from being mislead to guide them on the paths of life.

One way is evidently plants- they have beauty and they have dramas- everyone likes pictures of flowers, for instance, even if they don't really know why other than their aesthetic qualities. Another way may be to talk about the future, as a way of making the realities of the present more clear. Yet just being in this quiet village was starting to bore me and there was something colourless about it- perhaps not really the village itself but I needed something more stimulating.

So I, this being in a dream with such freedom of movement, boarded an ocean liner heading further east, which plunged into the ocean, heading for new lands. We pulled up briefly at a port in Hong Kong. The port-staff were Asian, with golden caps emblazoned with the royal crest, a leftover from the British Empire- for me a familiar sight in such an exotic land, with such different perspectives. It was dark out, but these caps glowed in the light of the docks, as the men did their work. Was this the future I was seeing- for had I ever seen such golden caps, of such fine material... Was this a future meeting of East and West.... Or just another view of the present?

Whatever the case, the ship moved on, and I now woke up.

Future Mamalia (12/01/2005)

2005-01-12T10:41:00.000+09:00

I was out with Yuko and her brother, going for a drive in the Japanese countryside. Yet suddenly we noticed that something had changed. The cows and sheep we were used to had been replaced by strange new forms of mammals. They were slightly crude and unattractive and altogether unfamiliar- yet as with any new species also fascinating. Yukos brother started to fly with us over the landscape, covered with these strange creatures and strange new birds. The Earth had changed drastically, I thought- from typhoons and hurricanes to tsunami and now new creatures springing up from seemingly nowhere. Yuko and me touched down and her brother flew off. Bison-like creatures started to group around us, in a fashion that seemed quite menacing, as if they were not quite well-disposed towards humans such as ourselves. I thought of a way out.

By intoning 'Ohm' - the sacred syllable, I could pacify them and show we ourselves meant no harm. In fact, they started intoning it too, the sound rippling through the entire herd as they relaxed and made way for us.

We were in a strange new world. Yet one in which the proper solutions were as peaceful as ever.

Note- The world is changing drastically and we humans are caught up in this. The best ways are peaceful consideration- this in itself breeds safety.

Truth Teacher (04/01/2005)

2005-01-04T10:39:00.000+09:00

I had a job teaching religious truth to young children. They sat in an arc around me whilst I wrote on a transparent white-board. I taught them various aphorisms, and thinking that they would find them hard to understand, repeated them. Some of the kids started to say to one another- 'Again- he just said that- does he think we're stupid or something?' I started to get nervous and thinking that I might not hold my job. Reflected from behind me and blending in to take up the white board was the face of an angelic authority who had seen what was happening.

'That's not how you teach religious truth now, is it?' he scolded. Suddenly we were walking in a garden outside, filled with mysterious flowers and bathed in sunshine. 'Look at this flower, look at this trickling stream. Do they not speak the truth in their own simplicity?'- I could see that I had been being unnatural and over-complicating matters in my own nervousness. But how to be natural under pressure? A song was coming from the angel and from the garden- something about the meaning of life and how we can grasp it by being aware. It was beautiful and inspiring.

Beside me was Tashi, my former pet Tibetan spaniel and she was starting to be absorbed by a round creature in this garden. It was sucking her inside itself, and I rolled it over to stop this, but as Tashi squealed it was perhaps already too late as she was swallowed already.

Note- The problems I have had with teaching jobs may be due to my blocking of my own natural teaching instincts in patronising assumptions that I would be misunderstood. The solution is not to simply gush forth with esoteric wisdom, but to help others to see that life is teaching them too, all of the time.

The King (30/12/2004)

2004-12-30T10:39:00.000+09:00

A king in Japan had a beautiful daughter who he wanted me to marry. To do so, however, I would have to spend a week swimming in a pool with her, myself wearing a pink kimono whilst she wore a bathing suit. As I swam next to her, in a large pool in the castle, she seemed quite happy with the arrangement, seeing me as a liberating presence. I noticed that her sister was also very attractive, and quite buxom, who lounged in the sun in a see-through black kimono in the next room. I suddenly realised that this swimming in a kimono was rather humiliating and also that if I took action, I could in fact have both daughters for myself.

I hurriedly assembled a robot army, with which I could fight the Kings' forces and thus have both daughters for myself. I directed their air-strikes right on his army by remote-control, watching them rush. His antiquated forces stood little chance of success.

I had won and both young ladies were mine.

Creatures of the Inner Earth (28/12/2004)

2004-12-28T10:38:00.000+09:00

My mum had a job getting creatures from the waters in the center of the earth up with a suction device which could catch them before they change and then taking them to be seen by people. This was in the days of John F Kennedy and the creatures were generally shrimps with a human like face or small marsupials. Once they emerged from the earth they would transform so it was important to have them in the holding device. In this, a tube, a small fish would be caught and as it furiously transformed, spiky green tendrils like a fir tree would spiral out, which if touched, were dangerously sharp.

I tried to do this and found the creatures hard to catch- when I failed they would wriggle away and melt in a watery goo. They I caught one and held them on a kind of platter, trying to rush in bringing them up- but as I left the door for the upper levels, some slivered off the plate and started to melt. They were leaving a terrible mess, so I wretched a not-so-good painting off the wall in an indented square frame, made by another inhabitant of this underground complex and tried to use it as a bowl. It wasn't deep enough, so I got another, yet failed and the shrimp, with their intelligent faces, left a gelatinous puddle of mess which would soon stink.

I asked mum- 'didn't you ever fail to keep hold of them' on the journey to the upper levels - and she says she didn't, implying all sorts of solutions were improvised to prevent dropping them.

Note- maybe this applies to the creative process, it's elements coming from 'the deep waters' and they being easy to drop if the appropriate sacrificial actions aren't made in time.

Living Statues (18/12/2004)

2004-12-18T10:31:00.000+09:00

Taking pictures in a Minshuku, I could see beautiful people suddenly appearing. They looked like classical Michelangelo-like Greek forms or like cave people, in their beauty and dramatic poise. I expect that they were elemental people- how we really are. Looking at the resulting photos, the people themselves could see them. They would repose to be in my photo with stunning results, and some of the other guests in the Minshuku were also impressed.

Near me in Kita-Kogane more and more of the shops were converting themselves to live theatre or story-telling. I went into one of them which featured a statue at its door, and was so impressed with what was happening. I started to make a speech- ‘There is no limit to what we can do with Unity’. I could see their changing consciousness. Someone in the group made a self-deprecatory comment on their behalf- ‘It’s because we Asians don’t have any self-awareness.’

Someone showed me that a political leader who had fallen from influence, who was urbane, liberal and also a little egotistical and corrupt, wanted his statue back outside the European Parliament, where it had used to stand due to his contributions to the environment. Such political forces and politicians stood to gain from the attendance of the arts and creativity in Japan.

There was a big conference going on here and I realised that people were having their jobs for the next year handed out to them. Someone asked me- “I suppose you are looking for a job too?” I realised that if I waited in line I could somehow join these people in what they are doing. I waited and eventually, after most people had gone, they let me start with their artistic community- but first we would have to clean up after the conference. I helped with someone to sweep the floor.

In doing so, by the fountain I found a small pile of papers which had been photo-copied. They were beautifully stacked and on top of the original picture. They were all comic strips, and had been left for collection. Luckily, just then the man who was coming to collect them came up. I said that it was lucky that he came when he did, but if he had been late and the comics were splashed with water I would be helping him. “How?” he asked,“By prematurely aging them!” I joked in response- though he didn’t seem to understand it.

Note- Mechanized warfare and the industrial style of working is being used against all of us, in order to stifle our creativity and make us more into usable human batteries. Actually warfare has always had a sense of honour and grandeur when pitting professional soldiers against one another like a sport- but with randomly exploding weapons and the harm being done to civilians it has lost all its worthiness and must end. It cannot be glamorized as it is until the innocent and uninvolved are removed from its path. So let’s not glamorize war and also let’s not blame the soldiers for the lack of rules and guidance in their profession these days. Just like the way F1 racing is limited to prevent the technology from taking over, so should war be- that is, if it is to continue at all. Better would be computer-based duals to settle disputes, protecting our real-life bodies and social achievements.

OS 9000 (08/08/2004)

2004-08-08T10:27:00.000+09:00

Floating above the clouds, Yuko and I searched for a time-gateway to cross into the far future and explore. We finally came to the fabled Gate of Tannhauser. Tall, lofty pillars stood above the clouds. They had been somewhat damaged, in the echoes of an atomic blast, resembling an unusually well-preserved Greek Temple. But they could be safely navigated.

We floated through, and found ourselves in a future shopping-mall with various wonderful things on floating displays. It was like something out of a 1950’s science-fiction comic, but very real with most things having a rather organic type of design. Truly, man imitates nature. Some things were robots, others vehicles for bizarre forms of transport, all were of the future.

We left after various forays, finding ourselves back in the ethereal reaches above the clouds. Not yet satisfied, we decided to float through those, tall white marble arches again. As we approached, suddenly, they were restored to their former, mythic, glory. This time we went far further into the future- 7000 years or so. We found ourselves in a far higher form of virtual reality- a simulation of a world, even more rich and detailed than the one we now inhabit, and think we know so well.

We floated down in space and time to a pool. Beautiful, lazy music played so ethereally that it was like the passage of the breeze. A large, red terrapin basked in the sunlight alongside other sea-creatures, many of which I had never seen before, and other fish swam alongside. I reached out to stroke my hand through the water and did so, it rippling in many colours. I reached out to touch the terrapin, which was poisonous. I realized that my hand and arm were covered in a black and silver skin of protective clothing, something like a space-suit made of fabric. I could feel close to the nature without in any way being harmed by it. I realized that this was the ultimate version of OS Windows, which had become a deeply immersive virtual reality- the dream of artists for centuries. Now, whatever we wanted to add to the program- originally merely a blue background on a monitor, which had since evolved to a 3D animated aquarium and beyond, was up to us.

To try this out, I swished my hand through the air, producing orange, gold and red waves that erupted in rich classical music, exciting the calm background sound (which we had hardly noticed as music and actually exists everywhere- now emphasized by the OS, as an artist might help you appreciate the beauty of a flower). Yuko didn’t like this, finding the more intense colours scary, and I could see that Microsoft had eventually realized a sublime fact- that people want the psychedelic experience, but they want to feel comfortable whilst having it. This is the very nature of embodied life in this world, brought out for us to experience more closely by OS 9000. I felt that man had become a creator, just as are those who created him.

Strange Creatures (27/12/2002)

2002-12-27T10:22:00.000+09:00

I am in a place with many weird creatures- peacocks, the baby ones as small as a beetle but looking the same. Little big-eyes, who rush around like cat-like ghosts when you approach. Also spiny vegetation which scurries away and can tend to cling to you if you frighten it. To warn of their approach, kids wear small slippers with pictures of black and white eyes on the toes. I didn't know, so I kept being surprised by the catty-rushing and plant-straggling. I had plants cling to me and only slowly slide off, struggling all the while.

But I was pleased to see the polygon fruit drop from the skies. It looks so sweet and nourishing. And when I saw the signs near the slippers I started to understand things here."Please walk gently. No beating of creatures near the living area. Kids, please wear slippers." If I had known, I would have worn a pair too. But for now, lets just enjoy the polygon fruit!