Lucid Dream Notes: creative problem solving & developing Superpowers

Last night I lucid dreamed a horror movie script (by improvisation on set)..i have studied screenwriting for quite a while and horror is the simplest genre structure, so it follows that as an entry point it's not a bad place to start.. I wrote the movie visually by playing the antagonist ! that was actually like being the character on set and planning how to get the protagonists, one by one with a supernatural ability to entrap each of them.

I Won't bore the reader with a lengthy description of the story, suffice to say that a small band of  military personnel, posted to look after an old facility are picked off by the former inhabitant, a sadistic ex soldier turned monster.. it's a great way to write, were i able to capture the images, the film would write itself.

It was like on set improvisation and I dreamt up better ways to put each character through an inescapable mire, designed to reflect the character flaws of each protagonist. In this case the killer lies in wait in weird traps which he has built.. It had a bit of a feel of Dreamcatcher; an excellent horror / sci fi spook flick and also with touches of Freddie Krugers sadisticness and the isolation of 30 Days of night.

I found the actual method of dream writing very interesting and a real evolution of my lucid dreaming state..when lucid dreaming is first experienced, the dreamer can hardly contain their excitement
(well i couldn't) and so for the first few dreams, immediately wanted to just fly around, changing the environment to idyllic ! later i got into themes like meeting aliens (although never seemingly remembering what we talked about)  and developing supernatural powers of telekinesis.

and sometimes..freaking people out in the dream by flying around...in one dream i was about to get mugged by two hooded figures in a dark street. for the moment they took their eyes off me, when checking to see if the proverbial coast was clear, i lifted myself to about 20 feet.. when they noticed me standing in the air, they ran away..then i got cold and could see people having a party in a 3rd / 4th floor apartment.. i knocked on the window and they all freaked out.. eventually i convinced someone to let me in and lend me some clothes.. that was weird explaining to a group of people that actually i'm just lucid dreaming.. and in another lucid dream convincing the other people in the dream that it's just a dream by demonstrating telekinetic skills, which at the time just seemed to weird them out..but kind of proved that it wasn't real after all..

the mind is incredible at bi-locating and multi-experiencing within experience.. that one particular dream (where i tried to convince the other people in it that it was just a dream) became a series of lucid dreams which i kept waking up from.. i returned to the lucid dream via what felt like a grey tv static kind of wormhole which i travelled down, emerging into the same place each time. With each dream episode, my lucid powers becoming more pronounced in each chapter.

in yet another lucid dream, (an epic one) i developed incredible powers by practice, convinced myself that it wasn't a dream and ended up on the run (flying at mach speeds in panic) after a demonstration went wrong and i disappeared someone, just like in the alleged Philadelphia experiment.. i had started with mind bending spoons at a dinner party, then perfected absolute telekinesis over a few hours, with weight and material becoming of little obstacle, eventually leading to the mental ability to remotely shrink things, telepyrokinesis (setting fire to things, but that's a guess as to the correct word) including metal objects, and then disappearing things, including one of the scientists /technicians i was asked to demonstrate my powers to..

i knew i was in trouble when i couldn't make him re-appear, that's when i panicked and flew off at very high speed only to find myself hundreds of miles away within a few seconds..i suppose it was a bit like being on my way to becoming Dr Manhattan from Watchmen.

anyway, back to lucid screenwriting...
..it's not the first time i've dreamt a screenplay..last time, a while ago now, i dreamt a screenplay as the protagonist... a great way to explore and fully experience the hero's journey.. the dream was so good that i wrote it down upon awakening, it was a sci fi thriller, with a Westworld / Matrix theme.. and i dreamt it twice over, once as a spectator protagonist, then secondly as the hero, making sense of the conspiracy and it's double twist; a plot by robots to turn all humans into robots by encouraging violence and thus making them vulnerable to mental domination and subjugation...themes of techno fear and corporate domination, (similar to James Cameron's recurring major themes). It was exciting to re-watch the dream from a secondary perspective straight after dreaming the (Film) unconsciously... everything in the first version of the dream was revealed as plot by the robots to try and find and subsequently reveal me.. i had a rare ability to resist location by remaining passive and calm in the face of enduring violence..it was an excellent and rare experience..
I perhaps should revisit the story to get a classic sci-fi script..it's actually almost all completely stuck in my conscious recollection..and i did at least write that one down.

i will endeavour to explore this territory more and perhaps will come up with a really good synthesis of all i've learnt and deploy it, write it and fully capture it's essence upon awakening.. as i awoke in the middle of the night and was really tired, i didn't write it down and so i lost most of the good improvisation workshop, but no worries...I may try to revisit the dream.. one thing i have learnt...re-visiting a lucid dream by choice enables much clearer recognition in the same way watchin a film or reading a book repeatedly does !

dream on sleepers x


each step creates it's own path

notes for 'My Friends & Other Aliens'

brief notes on "My Friends & Other Aliens"

It started when I was small, really small. Before I could speak and before I could move about freely on my own. I was perhaps less than a year old. They were really nice. The big one was like a grandma. That's how she described herself when I eventually asked who they were; who she was to me.*

I began experiencing these night time parties before I had learnt that these kind of experiences were thought to be make believe, so it all seemed to make sense at the time. I asked a lot of questions and their answers were always perfect for the mind of a small boy with limited reference in the real world. I'm sure I grew from these sessions. I wanted to know things like what stars are for and why can't we fly.

The little one was really nervous when we were first introduced and for a long while too. It moved very fast which I always found exhilarating to watch. I later discovered part of the exhilaration I felt was associated with the way it manipulated space time to move around in our physical space. It created a weird energy almost as if it's thoughts and feelings spun around the room when it moved.

The little one was twinned with me somehow. It was like my space buddy. I knew we were both children and we were to learn from each other as we grew. They somehow got our essence to share and it was the cutest little thing a boy could imagine. It was very scared of me which I found frustrating. If I ever reached out to it, it would visibly shake and sometimes almost disappear becoming translucent. We eventually learnt to trust each other through games & touch. We played a kind of hide and seek. I would get excited and laugh, it would cower and hide. When I learnt how sensitive it was, I developed a way of restraining my thoughts so as not to upset it. It was scared by my physicality. It was perhaps one of the most important things I learnt not to do.

I suppose it was like putting a kitten in with a bear cub. I had no intention to hurt it but a clumsy manchild with exuberance was big stuff to a small being of light. I suppose it was like a little sponge. It felt everything all at once. It never spoke to me but communicated with powerful feelings of fear, love, happiness, worry, all distinguishable from my own feelings (externalised in the room). I learned to communicate in this way, by thinking of experience and releasing feelings as energy.

Froglet (so called because of it's resemblance to a young amphibious creature with beautiful glassy wraparound eyes) and I became good friends. Eventually some 3o years later, we met face to face, in an out of body experience and then through lucid dreams.

I grew up with a love of baby animals and became fascinated from aged 3 or four with the study of all things possessing big shiny black eyes. Beetles, bees and ants seemed familiar and I guessed that (they) might have come from an evolutionary line of colony insects.

I later came to know that insects were the real success stories of evolution and had lasted for millions of years on earth so it didn't seem that odd to imagine big space insects had evolved to way beyond our mammalian forms.

They seemed so very magical and when i started school, I heard a description of angels..i thought the teachers were wrong; that i had actually met them and "they don't look like humans with wings at all, instead they looked like insects"..the descriptions I had heard of angels seemed to fit their behaviour and relationship to us. They seemed very spiritual, loving and not quite real.

When I eventually met froglet much later as an adult, I studied (him) very carefully and he had muscles and bones just like us, very elegant and slender, two eyes, a small smiling mouth and tiny nub of a nose. he was white like chalk and seemed to glow with an irridescence, similar to the chromatophores of squid and cuttlefish.. i eventually made a portrait of him in chalk after many unsuccessful drawings in pencil..

As a child, I longed to look through microscopes into tiny unseen worlds and through binoculars, which has become part of my creative artwork as an adult...and deep into the night sky where I now knew millions of suns were home to countless civilisations.

I grew to miss (them) my friends when they weren't there. It was episodic. Periods of contact with long periods of searching for clues to their whereabouts and origins in history books and exhibitions of primitive cultures, in legends and myths, science fiction films & stories of old.

I would eventually become something of an expert about UFO's and their history on earth through my own research. I read all the seminal texts on the subject by all the leading investigators and by cross examination of thousands of stories and repeating articles, found not only that I was not alone in my experiences but which parts of the myriad stories got repeated enough by different people to bear a resemblance what might be true. What was secretly happening on planet earth, hidden from a huge majority of an unsuspecting public who slowly were being acclimatised through sci-fi, while all of this happened in everyday lives.

They seemed to visit in the summer months when the days were long and the air was warm. I came to associate thunder storms with their arrival and would sit in the lilac tree facing the park, watching the sheets of lightning light up the sky, waiting for their arrival with their glowing lights.

*I asked her who she was to me and she said “like a Grandmother loves her children's children, even though they're not her own, it's kind of like that". Her telepathic voice was very human, perhaps that's the wrong word, but funny, patient, full of compassion and empathy a really cool person. She never got angry or frustrated but would often laugh at my innocent questions. We would share humour with learning and her way of explaining complicated things was often accompanied by what appeared to be a projection on my bedroom wall. t.b.c

The Future of Sweets

By the year 2021, nanotechnology had brought about enormous but subtle changes in the way we lived our daily lives from the no-wash fabrics and hyper strong materials, to the super fuels we now used in drops, but no longer burned in our homes and vehicles.

We were happier, had more time on our hands, were healthier and thought more about how life in our children's, children's future might actually be better, more productive than our own, not worse as everyone had imagined in the early years of the new century.

In one important area of life, a whole new era of humanity was ushered in. Food, the everlasting human need was finally captured, tamed and tailored into an art form suiting all and every need imaginable.

Fine neuro-chemical responses of every experience were learned and analysed, synthesised, dissected and re-assembled in search of the ultimate taste sensation. Food was no longer a substance of necessity, human amino acid complexes, originally developed for emergency relief had caught on as a lifestyle choice for the health conscious and lessened the need to eat staple foods considerably, but food was stil an indulgence.

Eating had now become a fine art experience way beyond the ordinary lives of previous generations. Food technologists unlocked the very DNA of flavour, texture & aroma. The rest as they say 'is history'....A generation of scientists, inspired by the literary confectioner extra-ordinaire, Willy Wonka, began to experiment with results nobody imagined.

Sweets branched out into science to become sublime experiences, relegating recreational drugs to the annals of history with immediate and obvious improvements in the improving happiness and function of society everywhere. Sweets became expressions of the soul and the experiences from flavour and texture, aroma and mouth feel could be carefully blended to create a mood for any occasion, without side effects, except for the desired sensations of peace, contentment, excitement or perhaps sorrow, if one had the need for a solemn moment. Funereal sweets, they were known as, often with a subtle undertone of mint flavour, sombre and direct. An experimental spin off and a huge success, oddly enough.

My favourite sweets from the nano-bot factories were the simple ones, improvements to the favoured sweets of my childhood.

In pre-school, the Bunny Tot had ruled the Jelly Tot gang, for their chewy, workable, fruity, crispy cool smooth shell, suck-able and flower sweet, scented fruit flavours in soothing pastel colours. As I got older, all chewy sweets were fair game. Spearmint chews in Grandmas' sweet bowl along with strange banana toffees which were irresistible. I moved on to chocolate éclairs, murray mints and any boiled sweet with a bonus chewy centre. Perhaps the king, a blackcurrant boiled sweet with chewy liquorice faux blackjack centre, which made me feel dizzy and sick at the same time as my saliva glands worked as hard as my jaws to release the exciting flavour.

Whether it was the fruity fruit of a fruit pastille which I eventually mastered the zen art of sucking...or the stick your teeth together natural fruitiness of the fruit gum, a veritable challenge to a small mouth, it was always about the chewing, the way it produced plenty more saliva than simple sucking, I loved gum for that too, not only was it cool and a bit rebellious, Bazooka Joes eye patch, Juicy Fruit's hypnotising smell, or plain spearmint, air fresh, then later Hubba Bubba and blowing world record attempt bubbles with a bubble measuring device, free in next weeks copy of the Dandy comic !

Blackcurrant was always the most coveted flavour in all traditional flavour sweets; the sweetest, most tart and mouth watering, followed by sweet lovely soft strawberry, or raspberry, then zingy wake up friendly orange, closely tied with exotic and complex lime, but never yellow, poor weak imitation left till last, hopefully passed to a friend, but nonetheless still appreciated when nothing else was left. It was like there was a scale of the quality and the concentration of flavour and you always seemed to get more of the weak ones and less of the strong ones, balancing out the packet.

Like all good ideas from the past, I was most interested in the the newly re-visited and perfected nano Chewits, Tutty Fruitis, Fruitellas, Mojo's, Blackjacks & Refreshers of my past. They were a huge nostalgic success and re-imagined the Roald Dahl experience we longed for but never dreamed of as reality.

Most of all, an emotive experience was had, revisiting my one true love, the enduring and endearing (now re-worked like a work of art, the Drum Stick Lollipop) Now transformed from a a once humble and long lived staple of the sweetshop stand; a medium soft taffy, aromatic-elastic chew to a now, almost magical and rich culinary, an explosion in the mouth of the most perfect dessert in a mouthful; a combination of organic butterscotch toffee wrapped around a fudgy alpine strawberry coulis, opening out in the back of the mouth into countering sensations of fire and ice with red bursts of strawberry sour under the tongue topped off with dreamy and heavy notes of fresh caramel and vanilla pod as the juices slip down the back of the throat.

Fine Whiskey ? Who needs it when a sweet is this good. Couldn't possibly eat another, well perhaps just one more...

All of these sweets looked like there were no individual wrappers which meant you never had to guess the flavour, and they always had the most perfect texture and flavour, whatever the temperature. They never cracked when they should have softened up. Small things, seemingly but very clever & surprisingly simple.

No sticky paper. Instead microfilm, a dimensionless substance called graphene, not previously thought even possible. Made from the simple graphite in pencils, 1 atom thick custom-amylase dissolvable graphene wrapping; inert and perfect for preserving all foodstuffs from oxidation, rendering a whole catalogue of European number additives defunct. A beautiful, simple and unanticipated use for this super substance originally developed by the Samsung corporation as a long life durable superconducting layer for touch screen technology in the 3^nd generation of super smart-mobile devices SSMD's.

That was just the beginning. The incredible star fruits given as gifts by the first openly held Extra Terrestrial visitors to Earth in 2027 were not known to humanity and their incredible complexity was subsequently a mesmerising and inspiring experience for people, a perfect complement to the existing flavours of earth, as if secret or unheard of letters were revealed in an unheard alphabet, creating a whole new language, more complex and with more referential meaning than the previous version, ultimately bringing about the most successful range of food ever made, of course a sweet, a chewy one, not on a stick but in singles as packets, very special sweets which make you feel like you were floating on a bed made of the Milky Way itself.

Star Fruits - Experience the Universe was the eventual tag line !

The End..

Spirit Guides Dream

04/03/11 - I had a very sensual dream last night. I became aware of my own consciousness in daylight which was bright but not from a sunlit source. I was outside, standing on the side of a pool. It was deep and very long but perhaps only ten metres wide like a regular swimming pool.

The water was dark as if the pool was very deep with a dark floor of the same colour. The edges and sides of the pool seemed to be made of a black granite type substance. Hard but warm to the touch beneath my feet. In the water were two entities. They were swimming across the pool width ways, opposite to each other as if mirrored like synchronised swimmers, but reversed to each other. The (slightly more dominant) one stopped swimming and beckoned me in.. the water was warm. I could not see into the water as if the water was totally black, but it felt as pure and light as any other water I had encountered before, like a luke warm bath, the sensation of a floatation tank at body temperature with a similar feel to Epsom salts. There was a slightly electric feel to the water as If conductivity was increased.

The two Indian looking females were not human, they had a very spiritual quality and I was aware that they had elegant feet shaped fins for feet, but not like a mermaid, separate legs. They had beautiful, serene faces, almost neutral & expressionless with long straight jet black hair, which was not wet but emerged glistening and dry with each stroke. One had a slightly stronger presence as if a goddess, the other slightly more subdued, as if the handmaiden of a goddess, however they were so similar looking and their behaviour was so similar, as if they were almost mirror images of each other..like twins or sisters.

I entered the water and the more dominant one came towards me. I was face to face with her and she began to wash my face and head, cupping the water and pouring it over me in delicate, elegant movements, then drawing her hands over my face repeatedly. It felt very nice and cleansing, almost as if I was remembering the sensation of being bathed as an infant. When her hands moved over my eyes it felt as if she was looking into my soul with her hands.

With her hands over my eyes, I could feel only the warmth of the water and the soft strong contours of her hands upon my face. I then became aware of the feel of the water moving beneath as her legs kicked, treading water. I had no need to tread water. Although not salty, the water kept me bolt upright and raised out of the water at my shoulders, buoyant. I noticed the other being was continuing to swim across the pool in languid pose, carefully observing this seeming, ritual cleansing.

The first being then held me by my shoulders and turned me around so that I was facing the long end of the pool, which now seemed to reach to the horizon. It was if the water descended in height over the length of the pool in stages but invisibly, just gentle drops as if a series of very slow moving waterfalls, there was no bubbling or sound. As if the water acted with an increased viscosity, there was no disturbance, it just seemed to pour over the edges of each drop like honey or syrup, although the water felt like regular water as it poured down over my face.

I was watching the more passive being swim across the pool, she was now looking at me and the stronger one disappeared under water, leaving me for a moment to watch the passive being swimming, her eyes fixed on me all of the time. The stronger one then emerged in front of me and I felt the nakedness of her body slide up against my legs and torso in the warm water, her back to me. Her arms arched around her back and around my waist in a seemingly impossible move bringing my arms around her body. She then pulled me towards her as the water was pushed from between us. I held her to my body as the instructional nature of her hand gesture suggested. She then tilted back and we both assumed a 45 degree position in the water. The other being seemed to feel all of this and her swimming behaviour was subtly affected by our closeness as if they were connected. She was still 'over there' and we were here.

Her hands then surrounded mine and guided them up her body until we were locked into a seamless position. Her silky skin as if felt in salt water glided against mine and her hands over mine guided them to her breasts. This seemed to produce an energy surge in the water and we were floating backwards at the tilting angle we had assumed. It felt more sensual than sexual as if she were testing my energy after cleansing me. She then began to move effortlessly and we glided through the water in the same position. As we moved forward through the water, the connection between us tightened and it felt as if she was coursing through my mind exploring my deeper feelings and my inner motivations.

I felt as if I blacked out in that position, as if the sky went dark. It seemed as if whatever ritual had been performed was over and I was there bobbing upright in the pool. The sky slowly began to brighten up again as if I was coming round from unconsciousness and I could see both entities had resumed their swimming motion across the pool opposite to each other.. one going one way, the other going opposite, passing at the middle. They used a kind of side stroke and both faced me as in the beginning of the dream.

They were farther away from me now and had an enigmatic, Mona Lisa smile on their faces. I felt it was time to leave so I emerged from the pool and awoke as I stepped out on to the side where I had begun. Immediately upon awakening I became aware I had just met Rebecca's spirit guides. A pair of Indian water maidens representing the feminine twin spirit's of Pisces. They, as one , had entered my energy field and cleansed me, somehow in preparation for their physical counterpart's involvement with my physical being...wow

my lucid dreams

Lucid dreams

I always wanted to lucid dream. I wanted a nova dreamer from being a teenager but never got one. They got more expensive and I never seemed to have the money. I was telling Iain one day that I'd love to get one. That very night, to my surprise, I had my first real lucid dream. I had had a few flying dreams in the past but was never lucid and always found it hard to keep flying for long.

Dream 1 - I was underneath the flight path of aeroplanes in Liverpool. My mum turned up in the car with her aunt Gladys. We were picking up my grandma from the airport. I realised at this point that they were both dead and this stimulated my lucidity, “this must be a dream”.
At this point I turned away from the scene and was standing at the pier head. Facing the liver buildings. Grey concrete and stone. I suddenly thought I would experiment and see what happened. I focused my attention on creating a grassy landscape which transformed the scene. I was now standing on a grassy bank facing the river. “ a coral green sea, I thought” and the brown river turned to a shallow green sea like the Aegean. I could see the bottom and features like reefs. The sky was still grey and this took a lot of concentration to clear, I thought hard and the clouds blew apart revealing a beautiful blue sky with beaming sunshine. “a boat” I thought and it appeared beneath my feet, where I was standing. “what kind of boat?” a speedboat, with a steering wheel, which appeared in my hands and a paddle throttle which appeared in my other hand and as it does i push it forward and off we go. I'm cruising across this sea until I'm quite far out and the water is now dark and deep. Then the shock. To my right I can see a set of barbershop poles sticking out of the water, to my horror I suddenly realise I didn't make them appear. I know they represent “humphries” from the milk board ads of the seventies, which scared the pants off me aged 5. I realised that this represented some deep subconscious fear but was nonetheless surprised that this feature could enter my lucid dream. I turned back to the coast and pulled in at the Albert dock where the dream continued but the lucidity slowly wore off and I was back in a normal dream.

Dream 2 - I am walking along an idyllic countrylane. It is high summer high grass on each side with trees dappling the light and on a gentle downward slope. Very nice and one of my ideal locations. (It reminded me of the country lanes near Ross-on-Wye) I was having difficulty walking as you sometimes do in a dream. It was hard work locomoting and I was a bit stuck, getting tired i start hopping like a frog using my arms to propel me along. the jumps get longer and longer and I recognised another hallmark of a dream. (the frog jump is something i know other people have said they have experienced in a dream so that maybe what triggers the lucidity.) I suddenly broke free and ran then jumped into the air spreading my arms to gain uplift, no conscious requirement to fly, just using the wind. A breeze carried me as I flew off turning up and into the wind I was carried high flying like Superman. I was carried up and up until I came to a tower. Like Spiderman I grabbed and clung to the side of the wall, (I felt very light) and climbed inside to sit on a sill. It was early morning pre-dawn with a dark pink sky and I was so high I could see the whole of the Thames estuary meandering and leading to the sea with industrial buildings and lights along the banks. It was eerily beautiful and I was thinking that I'd never seen this view before and wondering where I was. It felt like Greenwich or somewhere thereabouts. I then climbed into the tower and walked down a spiral staircase. I was back to nearly where I had started in the dream and it was a big country house. There was a party going on and the lucidity wore off as I entered the ground floor where much merriment was happening. Dream 3 – I am in liverpool it is night time. I think hang on this landscape is wrong. This is a dream. I immediately took off to fly the night sky using the mental power of flight. It took a lot of concentration but I knew the higher I flew the easier I could glide. It was amazing, I saw a tower block and through the window was my ex girlfriend asleep in bed as if in a holiday apartment. I flew though the glass and picked her up still asleep. I carried her off, she was partly awake and smiling. I remember thinking that she would be dreaming this. I flew her back and put her gently back in the room without waking her. I then flew around London exploring the birds eye view. I flew across the top of the natural history museum and was fascinated to see the architectural details that you never get close to. I noticed two young men sitting on the roof and flew over to them. I said you're lucid dreaming too, they nodded and smiled. I sat with them for a minute then I rose higher and higher over outer London and was looking down on rows of houses, lots of fields and rows of allotments. It was just before dawn and very evocative. I thought, I know, I'll go and see the aliens ! I flew up to the windowsill of a Victorian house on the fourth or fifth floor. And sat on the windowsill, I entered the window through a billowing net curtain. A dark attic room with 20's furniture. Very quiet I sat on the bed to take a rest. Where are they ? I sat on the bed facing a mirror and in the dark I saw something flit behind me. I turned round. Nothing, I turned to look and there sitting next to me was this small form. The head covered with a silken handkerchief. It wouldn't let me see it's face but extended a small delicate alien hand and we communed for a while. I think that was the end of the dream.

Dream 4 – I awoke and was kind of in Lynton Close where my mum lived years ago but I was also on the main road ( Brodie avenue ) around the corner where a tree lined verge divided the wide road I tried to fly but could only jump. I was trying really hard to fly but it was like being in slow motion. So I ran along jumping like a ninja. At one point I jumped a kerb to cross a road and stopped in mid -air like the matrix. The feeling was amazing. I could scale trees with the lightest of ease and was turning acrobatic moves with precision control of 3d space. I was still trying to fly but couldn't seem to get above about 10-15 feet. At this point I noticed a kid watching me and he was amazed. How do you do that he said. I tried to show but he couldn't get it although he was following me doing his best to imitate my ninja moves. After a while of this and a small bunch of kids following me I was back to where I started. I needed a pew and thought this might have been stopping me from flying. So I climbed onto the garage roof of number 7 Lynton close. There was a lip about a foot high and I crouched behind it, had a poo and stood up feeling lighter. I was trying really hard mentally to fly remembering that it required thought not wings. I couldn't take off and was puzzled. So I flapped my arms like wings and slowly took off. I found this amusing and flapped harder going higher and higher straight up. When I was at about a 100 feet I could see the south bank of the river Thames below near London bridge and there were people walking below. I wondered that if they looked up they would be amazed. I saw the opposite side of the Thames and thought I would fly across it. I then thought that I might drop in the water and decided not to. I think there was a bit more, I came down and was back in the real world. I think the dream continued for a bit but lucidity wore off.

Dream 5 – I was in the park, Calderstones, it was night. I had an air rifle and was practising shooting targets. I suddenly became aware that there police and military personnel and somehow I knew they were looking for a dangerous person with a gun, not me but some crazy madman. I threw the gun thinking that they might mistake me for the madman. I was apprehended, questioned in the back of a van. It was odd and not very nice. “What are you doing here in the middle of the night” ? Nothing. Etc. they had located the guy and in the rush, I slipped away and ran and ran. I was now on Jericho lane, although it was also the dock road but a new road and not one I was familiar with. I was walking down the middle of the road and
A white limousine type car pulled up behind me with blacked out windows and this window opened slowly and a horrible gangster type started giving me stick for being in the road. I kind of said fuck off and this made them angry. There was a few of them in the car and they were drinking,etc looked like they were on their way home from a party. I started to run as they were trying to run me over and I'm semi-lucid but in this dream not in control !!! I'm thinking watch this suckers as I decided to fly away. I am desperately trying to fly but my flying powers have evaporated, which puzzles me. Instead I run up a grass verge and I'm away into the bushes over a fence and gone, End.

Dream 6 – I am in south London, it is about 2am, I am this nightclub, hotel it's hot and sweaty and I am walking down this corridor to the sauna in my white underpants. This drunk guy starts chatting to me and I can see in his eyes somethings up. He tries to molest me and he's grabbing at my trunks. He tried to grab my testicles and I'm angry now. This is distressing and I have to fight him off, literally pushing him to the floor and standing on his legs to get away. Although he is still protesting at my attitude, I'm like scared and feel vulnerable. I go outside and I am in the street. I suddenly realise this is not south London it's a dream. I immediately take off and fly heading towards home. I pass over old industrial places near old street and it's spooky dark and cold. I can see people, it's new years eve and I'm watching fireworks from a different perspective and I can see people below wandering about drunk. I am very quiet and it's dark and they can't see me. I am about 70-80 feet and I am really cold. I have no clothes on and I see a block of flats with the windows lit up. It looks like bethnal green. There is a party with people my age / type and I fly up to the window. I tap on the window and a few people in the room freak out. There's a guy flying outside the flat and a few people move to the kitchen looking out at me from both windows.. I am freezing and mouthing / motioning to let me in, a guy opens the window and is like what the fuck, “are you a ghost or something” I say no just please let me in I am really cold. This guy opens balcony windows and I climb in. the people all back off and I can't explain my situation to them. A few people are so off their heads they thinks it's really funny. “can I have something to wear” a guy who seems pretty cool considering the situation goes and gets me a tshirt and some jeans. I thank him, get dressed and sit in the kitchen. A few people are quizzing me and I'm explaining that I'm in a lucid dream and was just passing when I realised how cold I am. I then leave down the stairs as everyone surveys me pointing and puzzled to themselves trying to work it out. I am back outside and I walk for a while. I'm still in an old dark part of London and it's not very nice, it's quiet and still dark. I can see a couple of dodgy hoods looking at me, working out how to mug me. I just quietly slip above them to about 20 feet and they are like where did he go. They look up and see me hovering over them and they freak out and run away. I decide it's time to go see the aliens. I am flying up this canal almost on a wire or something, which goes uphill in stages like a lock but the water runs upwards too. It's like I'm on autopilot. As I go further and higher the high concrete walls of the canal are slowly becoming more covered in vines and before long it looks like the amazon. I see some skyscrapers to my left and I see three people sitting on a ledge where a billboard is situated. I land near them. As they become closer I can see that their faces are not human. Two guys and one woman. Their faces are like triangular with a wedge shaped face and features. They have a leopard spot effect on their skin, but skin coloured and as I approach them they morph into human shape and the spots disappear. We talk for a while about what, I can't remember and then that's the end of the dream.

it seems that being cold or not deeply asleep can trigger the lucidity. just the other night i was in dream and i had 'sticky feet' again. it was exhausting trying to walk and i eventually found it easier to walk backwards but this time i didn't become lucid. i am trying to find a visual trigger but perhaps the hallmark of a dream

the nature and form of the universe

i had a dream last night which concluded my recent rumination on the form of the universe. i have almost always seen the obvious analogy of an apparent larger scale of nature. galaxies are not for nothing, i thought as a child, etc...anyway i think the universe is one large being, which like every other BEING, started out in life as a very small being with a spark of energy to get it going.
everything in the being was not there at the begining.
everything that became the being was a complex set of events leading from a few simple ingredients to begin with. eventually the organism reached/s a level of self awareness at which point where it came from makes sense.
every being has a parent being, nothing evolves from nothing, everything has ancestry. the greater realm of nature has made universes before.

in the dream i saw that the universe was one being, the reason that psi, clairvoyance, precognition works is that everything is not only connected but shares a function in the organsim we call the universe. the dimensional aspects that quantum physics tries to articulate is analagous to the different layers of the greater realm that this creature lives within. If you took a needle and
pricked your heel the whole body is aware of it
(almost instantaneously) although the relative distance from each nerve ending to the brain is a long way in comparison to the size of the needles point, but everything in the body of the being is connected. the integrated nature of being is exactly how our universe operates.

where we are now is analgous to the creature's burgeoning conscious awareness of it's environment. like a baby we are aware of our immediate environment but understand nothing about the complexity and form of nature, global politics or how to build a machine. even as adults many struggle with these notions of interdependency in the local environment.

so the dream was very expansive, nothing new particularly but the dimensions were like layers of a being.

i suppose the part most fun in the dream was the re-iteration to my sleeping mind, which kind of knew i was asleep, is that as our universe is a being, it is not alone and it lives in a place, it has parentage, a purpose, will evolve, create its' own children.

when you look into a child's eyes GOD is looking back at you. i feel that this has a natural truth in that as abstract as the concept of GOD is for me, that the greater being is aware of our awareness and encourages us to participate in peeling back its'skin. it's sad that a history of patriarchy gave us all (a picture of God as a man of authority) this way, we grew up to respect our fathers and our insitutions upholding hegemony and denying the feminine spirit. this phase of humanity is under reconstruction. i would like to think of everything in the universe as part of it, no greater or lesser part is more equal, we are (in truth) one family of humanity within one family of life within one family of matter , atoms, we are all photonic substance. survive together or die alone that is the choice facing all of us.

we either choose to live in ignorance, let our planet inexorably move towards degradation, and treat others
with little or no regard (so that a few can do anything they please) and yes the rich DO tend to exploit others, directly or indirectly through an inability to feel the universal energy of oneness or we begin to understand that there is no division between any life, or matter for that matter (pardon the pun) and that everything is sacred, everything counts toward something.

ok everyone cannot have the same, but nature upholds and created our home over billions of years. we cannot destroy it all in 200 years so a few rich people can do as they please. responsibility comes with age. this is where the mindshift really begins, taking responsibility for ones own and collective actions.

I saw a ghost

In August 1999 I saw a ghost whilst in a Victorian hospital ward following a surgical procedure. The medication administered seemed to allow this perceptual glimpse. I do not accept that the event was a mere hallucination but feel that the altered perception distracted my consciousness mind enough to accept what my eyes saw. The image of a man walking was very ordinary. He only walked forwards and did not seem to notice anything around him. He was approximately 5 metres away from where I was sitting upright in bed. The whole experience lasted 7 or 8 seconds.

Previously I had gone through a doorway and felt like I had entered a horror film.

There was a bathroom at the end of the ward through this doorway and when I entered the room and was overcome by a feeling of sadness as if some energy had been trapped in there. It was not only sad but frustrated, there was also a feeling of trauma and I washed quickly to be able to remove myself from the cloying atmosphere. Later on that day I saw the ghost. Not quite exactly as I would have imagined a ghost looks but interesting in the specifics of the details. The figure of a man walking forlornly with sluggish steps, head down, large and middle aged with a large protruding stomach and wispy hair around the ears. The figure was ash grey and no features were discernible but the outline of the form was a crisp silhouette as if cut from paper. I noticed him as he walked towards the bathroom a few yards from the door. He walked through the doorway but walked partly through the wall. I thought that the door he had walked through was probably the original doorway which had been replaced with a new wall and door in recent times. I later enquired and one of the nurses informed me that a middle aged man had indeed killed himself in the bathroom in desperation at the low quality of his life due to advanced coronary disease.

turtles all the way down

quiet intonation masks
an aura of deceit

before the pleasantries begin
pray do take of your seat.

a mantled brow an air of woe
the light it fades and casts its glow

so no imposture hides from view
and with it notions wither

thickened plot will boil not simmer
first to last do palms perspire

inward contemplation then
of scenes laid out for mice and men

care not or fully grasped for need
oblivious to end of deed

and onward in for such a time
as carrier can self remind

a vessel fill it full with meaning
write the wrong but stand not leaning

herein lies the truth of nothing
mere fragments looking out

end to end and stacked so neat
turtles all the way down

assorted poems

Planets Mind

My beliefs are different to some that i've been told

I think the universe for example is extremely old

I also think that nature is so large it can't be rare

to find a planet, upright bipeds, two eyes and some hair.

I've seen a ghost in action and I've seen a ufo

I've felt vague telepathic thoughts

and sometimes even know

what's going to happen next

a bit like de ja vu

I've dreamt of future happenings

that sometimes...come true

i think our planet is a creature living and with senses

we as humans are its brain, after jumping countless fences

jung talked about a place, a repository of thoughts,

the planets inner world of dreams, a subconscious of sorts

all moments and all life that ever looked upon the shore

is captured in the planets mind and kept forever more

this place we know as heaven or nirvana in our dreams

inhabited with legendary figures in their reams

we only just begin to grasp the nature of our selves

to include beasts and plants and aliens and even elves

Wormhole

a wormhole is a good way to get from A to B

without the need for lightspeed

to put it simply

a tunnel bridging points in space

as far as stars apart

a shortcut through the fabric

of our universes heart

it's not an engineering feat

that we can construct

but without it, if we want to travel far and wide

we're f****d

Parity

countless folk are broke

but still a few have many

things that they dont need

that certainly dont feed

much more than over

stimulated unecessary greed

the world is large and round

but mostly not of ground

and water there is plenty

but not that much to drink

land is always grabbed from

those to tend to need it

those who cant afford to buy food

but who grow it and they feed it

to their children and their families

there's never much left over

a little cash to buy scant goods

a second hand pullover

H51N UK

chicken flu chicken flu where are you

you came across a mountain

and i'm sure i heard atchoo'

a swan was diagnosed

as dead of certain causes

enough to fill with dread

some people from all quarters

an epidemic forecast

a plan to act in time

lets see if this blows over

or something less sublime

The Dance

the story makes for quite a dance

the consciousness within a trance

for all is well and well is good

and good is how it damn well should

be for the story must go on

as a show would star or none

a chapter opens another folds

a mother suckles bread grows moulds

a tadpole turns into a frog

whilst fungus eats upon a log

the forest is a home to many

cities burn and people bury

memories rubbish dreams ideas

the world is also full of seers

as minds evolve they co-create

a deepening division based on hate

while loves still flourishes

theres a chance that we continue

on the dance

freedom passes hand from hand

laws and customs through the land

pigeons beckon food for all

homeless people 'seen it all'

buses tramways cars collide

rock our boats the ground doth slide

FO’s

ufos are strange old things

aliens, plain weird

some have big round bulbous heads

and others have a beard

flying saucers come and go

and sightings are quite clearly

evidence of ET life but humans hold on dearly

to the notion that we as people are utterly unique

i find the thought that we're alone in space so vast, so bleak

planets, moons and oceans are a common element

of a greater scheme of nature

whose discovery we are meant

to find in time to save ourselves

from early doors as species

a better fate than current course

to die in our own faeces

String Theory

one string 2 string

red string blue string

are you like spaghetti

or are you like a shoestring

do you coil infinitely

or represent infinity

is your course pre-set to go

or are you flotsam in the flow

your mathematical ambiguity

creates a shroud of emnity

so science and humanity

are yearning for acuity

like maker you cannot be proved

the act of looking shows you moved

a forced observance stretches mind

of our weak ill enabled kind

a creature trapped in beast and blood

seeks further knowledge for own good

so keep your secrets locked away

until a more enlightened day

the power coiled within your spring

increases danger it may bring

a warring animal like man

would use your beauty how it can

to secure resources and time

we are not ready

do not unwind

Untime

gaia states that earth's a living creature

but what if our home planet's just a feature

of a system that's been going

for longer thank we think

where universe events that live and die in just a wink

in the eye of an uncreature

in a garden made of rhyme

who sits watching seasons pass along

the river of untime

Wind Mill

wind mill

turning blade

clean and safe

why oppose on grounds

of views

unsightly landscapes

instead it's said that nuclear is

better

although radioactivity is known to last forever

almost anyway

time that we can't contemplate

harnessing free energy

becomes our generations fate

Superluminal

far, near where's the seer ?

up above, around you,

what could make things far more clear ?

an Object Flying, perhaps two,

mind of photonic twinned pair

leads all the way to much flight

steady uphill climb there

to a future that is all bright

zero point energy field

sitting in the dark

waiting for a switch to yield

more power gleaned as per quark

than all the science ever thought

that energy could hold

a secret source some would purport

of secrets known untold.

the dreams of science fiction

realised within the year

the overcome of friction

leading final death of fear

a pleasant sky with untold hope

a smile upon all faces

when once in dark did humans grope

for contact with space races.

all is calm and all is clear

gravity leaks within

a little comprehension allows

far travel at your whim

ants make and use tools

Ants make and use tools (my observation) 1^st November 2004

After collecting a mated queen Lasius Niger during summer 2004 I carefully observed the development of the growing colony through a perspex window in their formicarium.

There were excellent times to watch amazing things I had never seen before. One example was when three ants helped a new born (still white) ant out of its cocoon. They held it outstretched by its legs and head between their jaws while a fourth ant took a tiny piece of sand between its own jaws and delicately scrubbed it all over as if giving it a bath. This seemed to stimulate the ant and it seemed a very careful nurturing behaviour by its sisters.

Around 12 weeks after I put the queen inside the nest there were a handful of busy workers intent on tunneling and creating new spaces. They made the queens chamber big enough for her to get around and made lots of small rooms where ants at various stages of development would be placed and moved around to ensure optimum condtions for them.

I fed them a small blow fly which they sucked completely dry by chewing a hole through the eye.

I watched the ants attempt to cut off a leg from the fly which took considerable time and effort. I assumed it was to be carved up for food.

The next day I noticed that the fly’s leg was inside the nest chamber. I thought that perhaps this represented the meat portion of the diet that the final stage larvae with their little mouths required.

As I found out after some research, black ants do not store food in the actual nest, they carry all their food in a shared stomach so that individuals can share it easily and I would imagine there are good reasons for this. Perhaps in the event of cataclysmic events to the nest, the ants can survive more easily. Perhaps also not storing food makes predation of the nest less likely as other creatures would not be attracted to the smell of their larder, furthermore it is a way of ensuring rotting food does not infect or otherwise dirty the nest. Space is also at a premium and not storing food in the nest seems a good evolutionary adaptation.

However the leg was not consumed at all. On closer inspection it appeared that the leg had been modified. The thigh section of the leg had been cut at a specific site so as to create an equal length hinge to the foreleg and thigh section. The foot, complete with hairs was also left creating a second smaller hinge and foot. I observed that this leg had a habit of being left at the furthermost end of the current tunneling operation. I realised that it was not for food and resembled a very carefully crafted tool as if left by a builder for use later. On closer inspection it appeared that the leg was left in a brace position to ensure that the tunnel did not collapse. Over the next week or so I noticed that the leg would invariably be left in position within a tunnel either at the furthermost end of a tunnel or where a large overhang remained, unexcavated.

There were two basic positions for the leg, either as a ladder in steep tunnels or as a brace for overhanging excavation works.

This seems absolutely fascinating to me as the flexibility of the joints seems to make this an extremely adaptable and reliable hardwearing chitin tool, the angles can be adapted as required and as observed in various tunnels.

my guess is that if you took a queen from the same nest location (and I think I know the location of this mother colony) that you would find this behaviour repeated in her daughters colony as culture. i also think that black ants everywhere can and would do this, but if it is indeed localised behaviout then that is another aspect to consider.

I have some photographic evidence of the brace being used for an overhang in an unfinished tunnel although on reflection I should have documented all examples of this tool in various locations around the nest. Much to my dismay the queen died yesterday so the remaining ants
do not have long to display their building skills. They also don’t seem to care for much other than eating now. Interestingly the leg that I do have photos of was actually a piece of plant root, although i have still got the actual leg!

At the entrance to the nest was a large tunnel covered by a mound of excavated sand.

I observed this small piece of plant root performing the same function as the flys leg. It was used to ensure the collapse of the entrance did not occur. At the time I thought it was another flys leg
but was equally amazed at the adaptability of material use.

I inadvertently made the nest very dry as it had become too moist by adding too much water in preparation. There was a lot of condensation so I stopped adding water for a while. The nest was composed of sand and it seems that the behaviour was a response to the fragility of the dry sand nest.

I added a very small amount of soil from a plant pot to the nest material before adding the Queen and when I eventually emptied the nest after they had died, I carefully extracted the small pieces of plant matter from the sand. There were literally a very few small pieces of plant matter which seem to have been used for the same purpose and nothing else but sand.

As mentioned above I incorrectly identified this piece of plant matter as another fly leg and foolishly published a photo on the internet with diagrammatical explanation. Oh well, i was excited and got slightly ahead of myself but that seems ok in retrospect.

I photographed the nest contents after I emptied it and sieved through it with a magnifying glass and tweezers until i had every piece of material separated from the sand. The macro photos that I took clearly show the fly and its severed leg and also the small pieces of plant root which were used in a similar fashion.

I have carefully stored these items in a box for posterity and may publish the photos of the recovered contents at a later date if I have the time.

I tried to repeat the experiement in 2005 but unfortunately the colony did not thrive.

I will repeat it again this year when the queen ants appear in the summer months.

This time I will be more careful and I aim to document with video the actual behaviour that I observed for hours on end.

It seems that at one level there are implications for the discovery as nobody seems to credit ants with toolmaking ability and if ants can make and use tools, how many neurons does it take to become intelligent. I know there is a strange dynamic with colony insects but the individual ants seem to have very good facilities as individuals. Alas I am not a qualified scientist and have little experience of animal psychology so there are limits to how far I can take the findings.

I have long been interested in the idea of animal intelligence and consider our human conceit that we are ‘superior creatures’ not only a misnomer but one of the reasons we usually show little thought for the other creatures on our planet in our quest for consuming our shared resources.

I do know that initially it was thought impossible for other apes than humans to use tools, and it has transpired over time that other creatures including certain bird species can utlisise tools, so time will tell.

I do not currently have the resources or time required to obtain the 30 observations over 3 nests, which would be required by scientists to prove the facts, but I am sure in time it will be shown by others eventually.

I did make a bit of a storm with the ant experts in ant forums who seemed to be either very interested or lambasted my amateurish approach. I believe that the entire forum discussion is still available at myrmecology.org.

With hindsight I would have been more pragmatic in my discussions and hopefully would have got someone interested enough to research the ideas themselves. Who knows, there might be someone out there who thought it was worth investigating further and will turn up the proof.

I have been a keen amateur entomologist since the age of five when I raised my first brood of Coleoptera (ladybirds) and continue to have an enduring fascination with all (especially colony insects.)

a letter to outer space

the web site below is part of arte-tv in France and invites individuals to send a message to outer space and that they will send some of the messages towards Ursa Major.
I wrote a short letter addressed to all ETs of peaceful intention. below i have pasted the original letter albeit with my typo errors corrected.

http://www.arte-tv.com/cosmicconnexion

To all extra terrestrials of peaceful intent,

On behalf of earths inhabitants large and small, let me first welcome you to share in the wondrous beauty of our shared home, planet earth. There may be many reasons you are interested in our planet, I have read that there are many possibilities, but if you do as accounts relate, require a new home because yours is no longer inhabitable and would like to live amongst us, let us all know so that the majority of good people with love in their hearts can see past your physical appearances and not be reviled by your strangeness, instead welcome you as fellow life forms from the shared source of life. If you would instead prefer to only visit and study the bounty of life here in an open and inquisitive quest for knowledge, communicate directly and explain your intentions so that human beings will no longer be afraid of the unknown but instead embrace your unique perspective and help to fulfill your needs. If you require a part of our genetic life-force in order to survive and would like to hybridise yourselves with our different species make your requests simple and succinct, communicate your intentions to the people of the world in symbolic terms that will be understood by all. You would no doubt be surprised at the generosity of feeling from individuals, if not perhaps from our collective states as competing nations. Furthermore, if you have the ability to communicate with other creatures of earth do so in an appropriate manner and ask them for their consent to study them also. I ask you to use your pragmatism in understanding our stage of development and forgive our nature of conflict, see past the trivial political differences which divide our world’s people. As star faring people or dimensional travelers with technologies in advance of our own, perhaps you could teach us some key principles of how to manage our environment in a sustainable way so that planet earth continues to evolve the myriad life forms so useful to the greater universe in their unseen potential. We as humans live in fear which is created by our very nature to survive as individuals. If you would walk amongst us openly, you may be able to help remedy this situation and assist a new way of looking at the world where all life is valued as part of the oneness of our universe. We as humans have aspirations beyond our collective ability to act in a responsible way and fail continually to see that we belong to earth and not the other way around.

Your most modest of teachings could accelerate a change in the way we perceive the galaxy which we belong to. If you could furnish our growing minds with the knowledge of how advanced civilisations work together for common goals and use resources for shared outcomes then human beings may in time come to realise the importance of self sacrifice in the face of difficulties that we are simply not aware of.

Humans have a great thirst for knowledge and a never ending quest to discover how and why. Collectively we wish to know the eternal truths of a greater scheme of nature which we can only guess at, peering at the stars through our relatively simple technology. Our best scientists although possessed of great insight fail to see how things fit together, we are crude in our approach to matters of larger consequence, our short lives become a stumbling block to the preservation of environment, we lack the foresight to preserve the endless diversity of life, respect the natural systems which uphold our fragile balance of habitability. You will find many shared ideals in human beings. We are shaped from a similar mould. Humour and the ability to express endlessly through movement, art and music, literature and science alike. It is very likely and perhaps obvious that you and others have contacted individuals and groups for varying motivations and that there are many different beings from multiple origins out there looking in at us. The trauma often observed in humans is in part an inability to integrate the experience with what our society accepts as reality. I ask you to join us under bright skies, out in the open, help change the human mindset and together we can create the very fabric of our shared dreams.

early dreams and dreams of the dead

One of the first dreams that I vividly remember to this day was from aged 5 or 6. It had been my birthday party and 7 or 8 of my friends had come to the house for a tea party. We had all been stunned and time seemed to stand still for a moment, the next thing we had been caught by a witch who was very scary looking and we were taken to a cave which had no exits. The witch had a long green nose on a wrinkly face, a long black hooded gown and long green fingers with long black claws. her hands were very ugly and large. The feeling was very claustrophobic and it was cold, dark and clammy. we were wearing summer clothes, shorts and t-shirts and it was cold on the floor. I felt particularly sad as it had been my party and in some way was my fault. We stayed there all night and at one point we got split up, some of the more sensitive children were very upset and cried like babies. Others were just sad and glum and sat quietly. It felt like we were tied up without any actual bonds. we were eventually let go or perhaps we escaped through a hole that you couldn't see at first while the witch wasn't looking
we were now standing in the park on the grass opposite the house I lived in, it was early in the morning and a light mist was still hanging over the grass. everyone was dazed and confused but relieved to be free. the end.

Another dream I recall vividly was a set of dreams from aged 8 or 9. The dreams unfolded over a week and each night I would return to the same dream with new elements revealed. It was like a television screen was projected on my bedroom wall and from a very high up viewpoint I could see a brown and white cow tied down to the ground on its side in a field. It was bright and sunny and the cow or more like a bull was covered with very small figures climbing all over it.

It reminded me of the scene in Gulliver’s travels and I couldn’t clearly see what they were doing.

The following night I returned to the dream and got a closer view. The tiny figures were performing all sorts of tests on the animal and they were wearing white all in one suits.

This went on for 5 or six nights, each night returning to the same view only closer and with a gradual understanding of what was actually happening what it meant and why. I cannot recall what the further meaning of the cow experiments revealed over the series of dreams but I remember that the memories kind of faded away quite quickly leaving me with a puzzled feeling about a) how a series of dreams can interrelate over successive nights and b) what this abstract set of unfolding dreams was actually all about.

This is not quite a normal dream memory but a recollection of a kind of dream triggered by reading something in a book about a yard and a bright light. I am in the back yard of our house. It is night-time very late and very quiet. I am about 7 or 8. I have crept outside in my pyjamas with shoes and socks on. There is a very bright light illuminating the yard like sunshine except very white. I cannot see the source of the light when I look up as the light is so bright. I notice a small white figure in a shiny silver foil suit climbing over the wall where the climbing plants reach to the top of the wall. The wall is about 6 or 7 feet high. I am standing outside the back door and I say ‘get down from there’ but he is already climbing down anyway, like a cat with hardly any weight in his body, not disturbing the leaves as he goes. He has little booties on like the kind toddlers wear which seems funny, almost like slippers. He walks across the yard towards the back of the house opposite to where I am standing, ignoring me and I am at once fascinated by the sight of him and indignant that I am ignored. Next thing we are face to face at the back door and he looks at me with large black eyes. I can’t remember anything other than he seems to move from one place to the next without really moving. Everything seems still like time has stopped for a moment. i eventually return inside as i am cold and suddenly aware that i will be in trouble if i am caught outside in the middle of the night.

Dreams of the dead and haunting

A recurring theme in my dreams and continue to this day are of dead people that I knew. Alice was the mother of my stepfather and when she died without really being aware of it she came straight back to the house where she lived with my mum and step dad. They had built her a granny flat and she lived in her little bit of the house sharing the large kitchen with the family. As she got older Alice and my mum progressively got on worse. A day or two after she died in a care home a mile or so away from the house, my mums next door neighbour saw her walking up the cul-de-sac through the living room window before realising that she had died, looked back and she had gone. She was quite upset and spooked about it, but later found it amusing. Being interested in paranormal phenomena I thought she had failed to realise her own death. Nobody told her she had advanced cancer, she was 84 and only had a little time left so the doctors made her comfortable with painkillers and she slipped away quietly a few weeks after she was admitted to the care home. I also thought that she was not only unaware of her death but unhappy to be ignored. (as i think she would have perceived it)

My mums house was disturbed for a long while and reports from all members of the family of doors banging in the middle of the night, murmuring voices and a general feeling of angst overhung the house. The flat was re-integrated and her lving room became the family dining room, her bedroom became my mums work room. soon after in the dining room, the radio came on at full volume whilst my mum and stepdad were having dinner, it wasn’t plugged into the socket. That experience made my skeptical step dad raise an eyebrow. Another time when my mum had just moved one of her expensive machines from a shelf thinking that it was unsafe being so high up, the shelf literally unplugged itself from it's rawplugs and threw everything including the shelf with screws attached on the floor. You could easily say that shelf had been disturbed and fell off, but you would have to see how deeply screwed they were to a solid wall. My own experience was interesting. It was my step dads 50^th birthday and I was in the front room of the house talking to the next door neighbour, a senior police officer. A beatles tune like 'love me do' or something was playing on the stereo at which point a glass walked 5-6 inches across the sideboard pushing a pile of records (singles) including the glass to the floor. We both observed this and looking at each other I said to him ‘it’s Alice’! he, half-drunk laughed and couldn’t help but agree.

Later on in the evening I walked into the dining room and exactly where Alice’s chair would have been located a broken glass lay smashed in the middle of the carpet. I thought Alice again and quickly showed my brother before clearing it up. It couldn’t have fell from anywhere near as it was the middle of the room and my mums friends were very civilised people. I couldn’t imagine any of these middle aged people just dropping a glass on the carpet watching it smash into pieces and walking away!

there were many other happenings over the year. I did not enjoy staying in the house during that time. mumblings were heard through the wall where Alice lived and it sounded just like her wittering annoyedly to herself. the sounds almost came from within the wall itself.

doors would be heard opening and closing in the middle of the night. doors would be heard opening in a room only for the person to look up and see the door tightly closed.

Eventually Alice did quiet down and leave the house, it returned to its normal peaceful atmosphere but not until a year or so later, when my own grandmother died. I got the feeling that my grandma had visited the house shortly after her own death and took Alice away with her! I had a dream that my Grandma visited the house one morning after she died and we talked about ufos. she told me that we'd never really know the truth about ufos until we died too so shouldnt really worry about it too much. Ever since that particular dream which i remember vividly, i suspected there was some kind of spiritual dimension to the phenomena we call aliens. anyway, she had a young girl with her in a black dress who seemed to act as some kind of conduit. i never saw this girl in real life before but when i quizzed grandma in the dream about who she was, she replied it's difficult to get through, she helps me.

I had 3 dreams of Alice during that year. The first dream, I was sitting in the living room and Alice walked in smiling as if alive as could be. I was horrified and tried to call my mum. No words would come out. I regained my composure and said to her, ‘but you’re dead’ she looked at me like it didn’t matter and went to sit in the corner at the end of the table where she usually would have sat. She was chuckling as though she found my response to her amusing. There was no malevolence, just a mischievous twinkle in her eye. the second dream was similar except i no longer found her presence disturbing but i remember very closely noticing that there was absolutely no difference with a dead person to a living one. ( in a dream these kind of odd observations seem perfectly rational)

The third dream was more interesting. I was at my dad’s house where I lived. The dream started early in the morning, it was still dark outside. A stone at my window awoke me (in the dream). it was a dream where you are dreaming about being in the place that you actually are. A false awakening where you think you wake up but when the dream ends and you do wake up it's disconcerting. I thought it unusually early for my friend Neil to call for me, (he usually used this method to contact me instead of ringing the doorbell). I got out of bed (again this still in the dream) and looked out of the window. There was Alice standing there at the gate shaking her walking stick. I was surprised and a little scared. She was angry and communicated somehow that I needed to get my stomach sorted out soon or I would end up like her, pointing to her own abdomen. I was puzzled and got back into bed. I got up later and wondered.

I had been to the doctor a few times with what I thought was a grumbling appendix. The doctor had prescribed anti-spasmodic medication which seemed to have little effect. A few months later in the summer months I suddenly became very ill and could not keep any food or liquids down. After a few days of bedridden agony and fever I called the doctor who gave me some mediaction. things got worse and i was dehydrating so i asked my dad to drive me to the hospital where i was admitted and stayed for a month on a ‘nil by mouth’ regime fighting a raging gut infection. They eventually opened me up when i was in sufficiently good health and took out my appendix. A timely warning from the other side i thought. i made a good recovery and went back to college in the autumn.

more dreams of the dead people to be continued soon...