Dream of Elevators from the Chemistry School to the Tropical Island Hotel Mediated by Women: The Numbers Three, Six and Nine in Dreams

Before leaving for the conference as I entered the chemistry school elevator next to the teaching labs she kissed me passionately three times while I was in a hurry saying goodbye.

Someone said, ‘wow good on ya.’

I was thinking nice but there’s nothing I can do about it she’s engaged plus I wasn’t being selfish.

Then to Indonesia,

To a beautiful tropical island for the conference. I went to the beach with a Max-Damon fusion and another guy. The three of us would share a room at the conference hotel. The beach was hot and there I was on the beach wearing my red travel jumper. I was hot. I had to go back to my room to pack my jumper away.

And the water was freezing with there being (once again) a ‘cold’ channel between our island and the neighbouring island. The water flowed through this channel like a freezing stream. There was a bald man in that channel. The cold water was up around his waist.

The conference hotel was at the beachfront. I went inside the hotel to the ground floor restaurant that looked like a cafeteria.

‘Free coffee?’ a staffer asked.

I ignored the question. I’d make an instant coffee in my room.

I made my way through the restaurant to the hotel lobby and then to the elevator. It was a huge glass elevator and inside it I met my friend Tina. I looked at her key and the number written on it. We were staying on the same floor. Level 12. Her room was number 9. Mine was 69. Her room was next to the elevator. I checked her room out. It was huge really long and industrial like the Robinson lab. Her roommates were James and Jake, I made them so.

‘Everyone has a room for themselves in here,’ James said.

‘What about the other rooms?’ I asked.

This was a beautiful dream. I went down the rational elevator and then up the fragile as glass feminine elevator. In between was Indonesia. I went there once for an education conference, in my dreams (May 2021).

I call the chemistry school elevator the rational elevator since science is to a large extent a rational discipline. She kissed me when I left. That aspect of the feminine was enticing me to stay in the rational domain. I said no I had to leave. She belonged to the rational function and I knew that I did not belong there with her. So down and out I went. Down from self-constructed heights to the ground floor to what is base and can be roamed.

To arrive in Indonesia,

This is the second time I’ve been in Indonesia, in my dreams. I’ve never been there in the waking world. I’d like to travel there one day. Its Australia’s other the European Russia (March 2022). We deal with it by ignoring it. No one knows the language and apart from Bali which isn’t really Indonesia no one goes there. Me, I’d like to travel across Java on public transport. One hundred and forty million people live on that tiny island. That fact alone blows my mind. And then there are volcanoes. Lots of them. They’ve been blowing on the news.

Of course Indonesia was a perfect dreamtime tropical paradise more like Sumatra than overpopulated Java. Tropical island clichés die hard in the unconscious. Or was that my unconscious bigging up Indonesia? Conference roommate buddies. Thank God those days are done. Max and Damon Damon used to share a room back in the day. How sad. Talk about an odd couple. In my dream there were three guys sharing a room, a Max-Damon fusion, a featureless shadow guy and me. No feminine no fourth (February 2022). And then there was that bald guy in the freezing stream. That bald guy was Damon Damon Proselytiser of Rationalism. The stream represents the unconscious. It was cold because rationalist by default reject what they cannot see or measure. To such a mindset the unconscious is frozen like it was for me when I walked Damon Damon’s hallowed halls.

I found the fourth the feminine my friend Tina in a glass elevator going up with her and not down alone like I did when I left the chemistry school.

See, I had to go down in order to go up.

Tina and I fell out years ago. Greg’s covid catastrophe bought us back together. Tina is fragile like glass like the feminine fragile like glass.

So up we went to level 12 that being 1+2 which again equals 3. Tina’s feminine made it four. Her room was number 9. According to the Internet the number 9 symbolises completeness and in Greek mythology the number 9 also symbolises the Goddess, the highest personal fulfillment of the feminine psyche. Her room was like the Robinson Laboratory at the chemistry school. That is the room looked like a shell with wires and junk and walls that did not reach the ceiling. Furthermore I placed James and Jake in there as they were in my student days. I would call Tina’s room a reconstruction zone. It’s as if I’m looking for a way to reconcile my rational education with the irrational unconscious and the idea of totality. That follows on to my room. Number 69. The number 6 is 3+3 incomplete and doubled down and to compensate for that we have the feminine number 9 the same upside down a complementary whole and therefore one.

(http://mythsdreamssymbols.com/ddnumbers.html).

Dream of Lying in the Sun Feeling Good and the Apartment on top of Mondrian Mountain

Lying in the warm sun not wanting to get up not wanting much food but I cooked a nice spaghetti anyway and Janelle next door liked me and I felt good about that and I was happy with Yeon-Joo with whom I went walking in a mountainous area when it turned a little dark and Duc bought an apartment up on top of a mountain with the mountain made to look like an apartment in the style of Mondrian and I wanted to take a photo but Yeon-Joo wanted to move on and I felt good too lying outside on the driveway and a stream of ants ran under me and I squashed them to move them away and they ran back to their nest in the fence and there was no agitation on my part

and then I realised something after coming back from my seaside walk that the feeling of oneness I had in this dream was a dreamtime compensation for Greg and his dire situation intubated because of the corona which I am very upset about and that there is nothing I can do about it except get on living my life like cooking eggplant spaghetti and WhatsSapping Revan’s links like the Dutch artist doing Mondrian art 50 years too late I said as well as reading her stories about Duc the unmentionable architect and working on the inner side on getting things right with the feminine like letting go of Janelle who moved out years ago remembering we used to swim together in her pool when I was a kid now busy next door thanks to new neighbours and Yeon-Joo long gone and hopefully less stressed and bugged now like me because all I never wanted was the warmth of the sun and the mountains I had when I lived in the Alps and that no one can take that away from me because whenever I need them I can always return to them in my dreams.

Dream of the Boy who was sent to Russia to Capture Two UFOs by Teleporting them back to the USA: Dreams of Circles and the Russian War

The boy was sent on a mission to Russia to capture two UFOs. He was sent to a camp undercover. The camp went to two different locations in Belarus. At the second camp the boy fell in love with a beautiful girl. She had red shortish hair. The boy lay next to her in the library.

He asked her, ‘Fauci and the Gracchi, have you read it?’ pointing in the direction of that book on a bookshelf.

She smiled.

He then lay next to her under the covers. She let him penetrate her. Next thing the bus was leaving for the camps. Luckily the boy was already packed. Once the girl got up, really quick, he also had to go quick. All the boy had to do was pack a few shirts. He was the last person to leave the library.

Before the girl and the library the boy spoke to Nicholas from school. It was the final year of school. Nicholas said he would take two years to finish his final year because he was working now. I said I’d have to repeat a year because I picked maths and never went to the lectures.

‘I didn’t know I would fail,’ I said.

Nicholas said he understood.

My sister then added I could have changed courses and asked for the notes from the lectures I had missed.

Anyhow,

Back to the library.

I quickly packed and got on the bus. The red haired girl got off at the first stop. I’d be going to the other camp which was at the second stop. When she got off the bus I had my chance. I activated my device, a kind of wristwatch, and light came out of it. This light captured the two UFOs and me Back to the Future Style and instantaneously transported me back home to the USA. My other friend, the cool guy, and his girlfriend, who were also at the camp where back home too. They greeted me. I had achieved the key objective of my mission.

This unconscious tale was all over the place. Camp 1. Camp 2. Where was I? In the library at Camp 2 to then go on a bus ride to arrive at Camp 2? Or was the library at a pre-camp staging post? Either way I was the boy since this dream was from his perspective which means my perspective because dreams are always from the perspective of the dreamer. The question of identity was resolved when I flipped to him after I recalled the preceding maths dream. Exam stress is all about fitting in (March 2021). Nicholas, my one-time Indian neighbour and school friend, managed to fit in. He finished his science degree and moved to America. In this dream I too went to America by way teleportation Back to the Future style. Last night on the Googleplex I looked up Keanu Reeves after the TV said he’s Canadian. That surprised me. Google confirmed this factoid. Like half of Hollywood I thought. Like Michael J Fox I thought. He’s the first Canadian actor that came to mind. That association conjured up the laser light time travel adventure.

I had this dream on the 16th of January. That was about when Russia entered the nightly news cycle. In the dream I saw a map of Belarus with two dots marking the location of Camp 1 and Camp 2.

Those two dots were circles like two UFOs.

Jung’s hypothesised that UFOs are an emergent symbol of totality hiding just beyond the event horizon of human consciousness (March 2019 and August 2021). Jung also speculated that UFOs signify the birth of a new world religion since they appeared after World War II when the bomb, the big one, shattered the old world order once and for all. Mechanised and dehumanised we looked up to empty heavens seeking solace. And in return came the psyche compensator of totality, the circle, all improved and updated for our modern technological world.

So this secret mission then was a quest to capture those totality compensators from the Russians. Wars do that. They ruined us it’s because of them don’t you know! Wars polarise the mass and drive them mad. In this dream that collapse meant breaking with the fourth component of wholeness, the redhead feminine (August 2021), to once again fall back on the logical masculine function (i.e. the wisdom found in books) to figure out what the hell’s gone wrong (February 2022). So once more to the library dear friends (January 2018) …

The Fauci and the Gracchi

But the Fauci is no Gracchi

For the Gracchi were assassinated

And on the news last night

I heard those very fears of Fauci

But he need not worry

Because the Fauci is no Gracchi

That book title in the library was yet another unconscious phonetic word association meaning absolutely nothing (March 2022). Unless … THE WAR … did the war start NOW or did it start in secret with the corona in 2019?

Johan said, ‘forget it, we’ll never know.’

And he’s right. Johan always keeps me straight.

On the 4th of March Johan said he had a dream or two about a circle shaped into his head. He believed this dream was associated to baldness. However I was taken by the context of Johan’s description. After his circle dream Johan mentioned another dream where he threw acid at Russian tanks. And when I spoke to Johan on the phone he said it was like that circle was burnt into the crown of his head.

Circles and war and the collapse of one’s supposed totality of being …

That’s when the penny dropped.

My mum also had a circle dream on the 6th of February. In her dream there was an art exhibition. Vladimir Putin’s artwork was on display. Putin’s art consisted of four circles one coloured light green, another red, one was maybe blue, and the final one was yellow.

In mum’s dream the circle of totality was split in four, much like Olympic five rings minus one, which was concurrent at the time of this dream. Those four circles are the separated components of wholeness. When mum had this dream the speculation was would Putin wait till after the Olympics. To go means green to stop means red.

I say these three dreams, mum’s, Johan’s, and mine, are trying to reconcile fractured wholeness in what are uncertain times. Johan was marked and mum thought art. Whereas I used the powers of the psyche. I say that because that wristwatch I used in my dream may well have been a representation of the world clock. That’s another totality symbol I won’t pretend to understand (August 2021).

When I spoke to Johan about the war I said the only solution we have is to embrace the other. It’s clear to me that the Collective West is projecting its shadow onto the Russians. The Russians are evil, the Russians kill babies, the Russians hiked gas, anything you can think of, it’s the Russians.

This is NONSENSE.

When a mass is polarised it projects its faults onto the other. Does that mean then we’re evil, that we kill babies, that we’re responsible for the cost of energy?

Projection is the mother of all conflict.

And sadly the Russians are doing the same to us. To them the West is the devil incarnate.

No solution can be found when such polarisation exists.

Thanks to Johan I learned a lot about the Russian soul. On the phone we laughed when I recalled Dmitry Orlov the man who built a boat. That was my beginning and it led me on a journey that brought me all the way to Dostoevsky the greatest gift of all. The Russians are different. They are Eastern. They feel their land and love it like a mother. Us Westerners left the steppe a thousand years ago. We changed a lot. I say we became more hollowed out and rootless. They stayed. They changed too but in a different and more expansive way. But our source remains the same. And by embracing I don’t mean a meeting in the middle. That’s not possible here. Because this is a relationship based on long-standing mutual attraction. Remember they are the other Europeans who founded a great civilisation too. So embracing here means something more. Something Jungian. A complimentary symbiosis a new whole yin and yang a whole that is balance and complete meaning no more due East and no more due West. What I envisage here is a true union of souls a marriage that could change the world.

And when I hear the talk that all it takes is one bullet to solve this problem I caution remember Franz Ferdinand.

That would make thing much MUCH worse.

Putin is not unreasonable. When Putin speaks he is clear and consistent and Russian. I think Russia is ready. From my viewpoint I believe the problem lies with us. With the West. We’re more polarised than ever and on all so many fronts.

We have to remember our source and our common land and that they the other are our long lost brothers.

They’re there. They’re waiting.

Or at least that is they were. Remember I have some understanding of that Russian soul and I’ve got the feeling that this time they’re moving on …

Dream of Walking in a Golf Course and then a Tour of My Imaginary Kingdom by the Sea

In the warm sun I am taking a leisurely walk in a golf course. Play was stopped several times. I would walk and then see the golfers had stopped. I watched them. I asked for golf balls to be struck but it seemed they would not. There was a corona wave and they had stopped because of that.

But I enjoyed the walk and the sun.

Later I was the mighty king of a seaside domain, an imaginary kingdom, a rock platform by the sea. I went on a tour of my kingdom like the Roman Emperor Hadrian to meet my people.

I went to the first wind-eroded hole up on top of a big rock and was well received.

One of my aids asked, ‘do I really rule these distant places since they appoint their own knights?’

I then went to a lower place down by the sea. There there was a rock platform where water constantly rushed in. This part of my Kingdom was besieged. Still I managed and while I was there the sea remained calm.

I travelled on. I had to turn back when the rocks became too difficult to traverse. I had to travel further. I would have to take an inland route.

My Kingdom, My People …

The king of seaside nooks and rock pools was a childhood fantasy game I used to play. The terrains that featured in these little dreams were similar to the seaside cliffs and rocks and golf courses that surround my home. When I was the king I was the only person in the dream. My subjects were imagined like that child me playing pretend. And I was a traveller-king like Hadrian, which if given the choice is the kind of king I would rather be. When I walk along my seaside cliffs I take Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche’s advice. This too is a dream I say to myself this walk and the cliffs the warmth of the sun the birds and the trees are like a dream and those golfers too belong to a dream because when one embraces the lucid perspective where is the demarcation point between the waking world and a dream? And so I seeded the golf course dream and as I do when I’m awake I walked the greens and enjoyed the sun. I was unable to exert lucid control on the golfers though. I couldn’t get them to strike golf balls. At first I thought my presence prevented them from playing on. You know, that I was getting in the way of their game. But then I realised they had stopped because of a corona wave. Greg was in hospital battling the corona when I had this dream. I thought of him the other day after I walked the greens to look out over the infinite sea. Alternative realties separated by all of five kilometres.

What is reality? Where is it?

Dream of Doctor Fauci in a Car Directing my Dad who was Driving while I Argued with a Female Passenger about Vaccine Injuries

Doctor Fauci was in the car with mum, dad, me and another lady. Fauci was up front in the passenger seat next to dad who was driving. Looked like Fauci was giving directions.

The lady said to mum, ‘next week we’ll get vaccinated.’

I took her on. ‘The kids,’ I said, ‘how many are dying of myocarditis? And don’t say it’s 1 in 10,000 because it’s more than that. Maybe 3 in 10,000. Is it right to kill kids to save 3,333?’

Fauci wasn’t listening.

And Fauci’s still not listening. Though it seems the world has stopped listening to him. Because of Vladimir and how we forgot to love the bomb. The other day someone clicked on my dream about the plan to assassinate Vladimir Putin in his underground bunker (January 2017). Putin’s always working on that collective unconscious you see because truth be told we’re a civilisation driven by fear. It was covid. For a while. But old mantras die hard. The Russians are coming. The Russians are coming. They’re always coming. There’s safety in that mantra don’t you know.

Mum told me she ran with the older girls up into them hills when the Russians marched on Graz. In that case they actually came. Though they had a pretty good fuckin reason. Which begs the question …

That to one side, I had this dream on the 10th of January. There were no Russians then only covid and Doctor Fauci. Whenever I heard the name Doctor Fauci on the news phonetic word association recalled the similarly named Doctor Faustus. You know the dude who sold his soul to the devil. What’s the bet Fauci’s done the same? His lies and inconsistencies have stacked up. And still he keeps his job. As an 81 year old! How? Because he made a deal. Immortality in exchange for pushing pills? I don’t know what but something’s going on …

It goes without saying Fauci’s the current director-in-chief of starship Earth. He’s wormed his way into each and every family ergo my parents and messing up their business. Get vaccinated. You’re protected. Get boosted. Take a forth. Now you’ll catch it.

What are we doing? Where are we going?

Like I said the injection is a neurosis centered on the misguided belief that all we have to do is take that shot to make our dreams come true (November 2021).

If only life were that simple.

And I’m not happy about injecting kids. The risk-benefit equation is definitively weighed one way with them and there’s no debating that. Injecting them then to save adults is unethical to say the least. That seems to be what we’re doing. But then we live in a world where ethics have gone the way of the dodo. All 3’s no feminine no 4. According to American stats there have been about 20,000 vaccine-attributed deaths. That 1/10,000 number is in the ballpark. That’s terrifying. In the 70s they stopped the swine flu vaccination when a couple of oldies died in a nursing home. Now no one cares in our brave new world.

So guess what

That finger’s on the button

All three’s no four

We’re in big trouble …