*** Introduction ***

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!

Sky Theatre

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

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.

Mountain Art

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

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

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

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

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

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!

Singapore

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

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

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

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

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.

Living From the Sea

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...

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

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)

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)

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)

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)

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.