Dreams With Dragons In
Prompted by the dream this morning I have collated all the dreams with dragons in from my dream archives.
Artificial Intelligence thinks that dragons may be Vajrayāna.
In the Toltec teachings there is Dragon Lore.
They are Bhutanese.
They are also Welsh.
There is an ongoing joke that I was aiming to incarnate in Bhutan but I saw the Welsh flag and ended up in Cardiff instead.!!
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Missed Train – Dragon Tattoo Dream 22-09-2026
Here is this morning's dream which is interesting given what I was writing about yesterday.
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The dream starts with me making an on line booking for a package which includes a return train ticket and a match ticket for a Wales versus All Blacks rugby match to be held at a small stadium in Cardigan Bay just north of Aberystwyth. It is a one off invitation match. The reservation goes well and is successful.
The next day I arrive at a London railway station it is somehow between Paddington and Euston in term of compass, north-west. It is very modern and airy and of a size similar to Reading station. When I get to the platform there are bunches of men in Wales supporters red. In the dream I am able bodied. There is a grouping from London Welsh. Some of the groups are singing a little, they have already cracked open some beers.
I go into the ticket office and say to the man there that I have a reservation. He asks if I have a receipt.
“No, but my name should be on the list.”
He looks down onto a piece of white A4 paper and my name is top of a short list with a few names. My name is hand written in ink. He points his pencil at it and then reaches down into a drawer to find my named envelope which contains my tickets. As I inspect these a train pulls into the platform and then quickly departs backwards by reversing. It is before the due time. The men on the platform are gesticulating at it.
I move on to the platform. A new brightly lit train pulls in. I go to open the door by pressing the illuminated open button. Nothing happens. I cannot open the door. I try the doors on serval different carriages. Others have boarded the train.
The train pulls out of the station forward and then backs up. I try the doors for first class. I try other doors. No matter what I try no door will open for me. The train moves off towards Wales. I am left alone on the platform
I go back into the ticket office and explain to the man at the desk. He does not apologise even though he has seen what has happened. He says that another train will be along in half an hour. I explain to him that this particular train was a one off, the only one going to the place where the rugby match is. He says that I should be able to get a taxi from the other terminus to the game. He does not understand life outside London. He does not care or give a shit.
I then walk into the male toilets on the platform and in front of a mirror I lift my red Wales t-shirt. On the left side of my chest is a mobile tattoo of the green front leg of a dragon. I can see its claws/nails just below my pectoral. The hand is flexing and gripping me like a cat kneads a cushion. I can sense that my whole back is covered in a lithe and animated tattoo of a racing-green oriental dragon. Its right leg is holding on to my right shoulder and kneading it in a similar manner. The body is moving in a s shaped wave around and up and down my spine. The dragon is both on me and a part of me. As I am typing I can feel the dragon.
The dream ends.
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Aussie Jumble – Black Dragon – Delacroix Dream – 24-07-2026
The day of my anaesthetic appointment at Brest.
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The dream opens with me wandering along a river come canal in a quasi-urban setting in Australia, Melbourne. I am towards the edge of town leaving it and come upon a series of shipping containers which are open one end and are a part of the living arrangements of some kind of commune. There is a partially fenced off enclosure which encircles the commune courtyard. There is a young woman in maroon “hareem” pants and an olive green singlet vest. She has very short hair and a very thin tail like platted pony tail at the back. There are a few beads in her pony tail and she looks skinhead / crusty. I call out “hi” to her and ask her jokingly if this is a lesbian collective. She says that there are a couple of lesbians but that this collective is diverse and open to all. I go over towards her.
I can smell breakfast cooking on an open fire in the enclosure. I ask what she has in the containers. She says that it is stuff that they have collected for recycling. The first container is jam packed with clothing of various ages and qualities. I say that she might resell this. She comments that this is what they plan to do and invites me to look at the back of the long container. It is near floor to ceiling with books which exude a used smell. I climb up onto the book pile and thumb through. I come upon on book which opens on a page saying “le grand dréac noire” by Délacroix. It is somehow important that I remember this and its meaning of black dragon. I know I have had a dream with black dragon in. I show the book to the woman and comment that they have a treasure trove here which might be sold.
The dream ends
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Two Babies – Lingpa – Dream Snippet – 15-01-2026
He is looking down onto a roughly hewn crib in which are two babies swaddled in cloth and wrapped tightly up like an envelope. Their heads are also tightly wrapped. They have ruddy cheeks and dark eyes. The woman says to the man, “here are the babies, the twins”. I can see the man from the cot and the babies from the man.
He says that they are Lingpa, ling-pa. That he will take one to the monastery and one to be raised normally. I know in the dream as a baby that he is talking about me-us. I know that the dream is ago. I know that even if we are separated we are two sides of the same. We are connected intimately.
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Two Golden Dragons – Ogyen Trinley Dorje Karmapa – Laser Start-up Dream 29-12-2025
Here is last night’s dream in two parts. The first had around 2 AM and the second part after 5 AM. In between I went downstairs to watch some YouTube and have a snack. Plutonium by people at Nottingham Uni was one of the clips.
The dream starts with me in an indeterminate space where I am inquiring of a disembodied voice. I ask for advice on why I am having trouble sleeping. It says, “It is because of the dragons, the twin dragons you have inside of you, the restless dragons. They keep stirring.” I note what the voice is saying.
Then in full visual field I can see two spectacular highly ornate golden dragons, “Chinese” in character. Theye are Li dragons with no discernible legs, serpentine in appearance with fearsome heads. I know that these are Mu {moo phonetically} dragons. They are my dragons, in me. I remember “collecting” the first Chinese dragon two decades ago. These dragons “swim” inside me. They are a part of me. They are also Vajra dragons.
{I understand Li to be fire in the dream but note that it might refer to the longer word Loong on waking.}
The image of the dragons persists for a very long time on and off. They swirl. They face each other.
They then chase each other head to tail in an animated ying yang. They present over and over, in various shades of iridescent gold. They are present on the orange-yellow and red flag of Bhutan. They are druk and dragon, dragon druk. They are most definitely oriental and not western dragons. I feel them writhe in me like the opening sequence to “The Crying Freeman” film. Despite my real world handicap, I feel lithe, flexible and able. The dragons are on my skin and under it, in me. I am dragon like able.
I see the double Vajra dragons of Bhutan.
I can see people in a Himalayan street with long golden dragon “puppets” held aloft on sticks dancing through the streets in procession. The puppet dragons are blowing in the wind and harsh Tibetan style horns are playing. There is celebration. They are making the druk, the dragons dance. It is a dragon dance, festival.
The image of golden two dragons head chasing tail disembodied in space against a cloudy thunder sky replays, over and over. I see dragons against a summer sky. I see dragons against the stars in the firmament. These are the two golden dragons, nimble and fluid.
I awake around 4 AM France time. I am unsure if I will get back to sleep. I have an ultra-present image of Karmapa Ogyen Trinley in my visual field. I understand that he is doing a morning meditation. I take some medication and go downstairs for a snack. The visual image of Karmapa remains very strong even when watching TV. I “tell” him to send someone for me if he is that interested. I go back to bed half expecting the Karmapa to materialise.
I doze off and find myself in an industrial unit on a technology park. I have taken it over at a bargain price and I am auditing the space therein. There are rooms for offices, rooms for labs and rooms for production. I am collecting together a group of people in an ultra-high technology laser based start-up. I have with me a youngish man and an organiser-able woman. She is taking notes and commenting where needed. She is my right-hand “man”. I show the man the lab spaces.
On an optical table there is an ultra-fast laser system with harmonic generation. We can see blue and green laser beams. It is a new type of time domain spectrometer /device. It is small footprint and completely novel. I say that we need to attract investors and grow the company.
Two men in suits join us and take the tour. They want to know what my objectives and milestones are. I say to them that under no circumstance will I adopt that old-fashioned way of thinking. They say that it might be difficult to attract investors if I do not. I say that I have a small track record, this is not the first time I have done this. One asks what is the first target. I say it is to manufacture and sell the first unit. After that all will be easy. He asks what the sale price is. I reply that it is a quarter of a million. He says that this will not pay many salaries. I say that people will work here for joint ownership and not for pay.
I take them all to lunch at a canteen in a neighbouring company. The woman serving knows me and although I have no money she is happy to put it on my tab, my account.
Back in the facility the people are setting up desks and computers. Some investors are coming. That investment must be on equal share. There can only be one type of share, no fancy preference shares. The younger people are nervous and sceptical. I am very relaxed because I know that the technology is one of a kind, unheard of. It will be easy to attract the investment but more difficult to invent an entirely new way of operating as a company. I have my dragons inside and they are auspicious.
The dream ends and it is 9 AM!!
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Special Forces Kidnap Dream – 28-09-2025
Here is this morning’s dream had between 4 and 7 AM. Another totally out-of-the-blue dream.
The dream starts in a very crowded place, some kind of event in the UK. It has the feel of a posh horse race. Some are overdressed. Everyone is looking in one direction. I am there with the wife who is standing next to me. There is noise and a feeling of crowd group mentality. The wife is standing to my left.
There is a very large man standing behind me and a big one to my right. He grabs my right bicep very firmly and the man behind me moves closer. The one holding my bicep says to me in an Eastern Europe accent {query Russian} not to move. With his free right hand he shows me an automatic pistol in his military style belt. Under his bomber style jacket he is also wearing a black Kevlar style bullet proof anti-stab vest. His grip is very firm and he says that I have to go with them and quietly. The wife sees what is happening and I tell her to remain calm. We move off from the crowd and towards a waiting transit van which is dark in colour and windowless in the back. The other man is also armed. They have short blonde military style haircuts and feel special forces or secret service. They have blueish eyes. I understand that they are the “muscle” or “goons”. All the while we are walking to the van the first man has a strong grip on my arm. I relax completely and do not resist. I can tell from the motion feedback in his arm that this surprises him. I am very calm and very focussed.
They put me in the van and drive off. Some considerable time later we are in an empty underground carpark which can hold maybe half a dozen cars. I can hear the metal shutter roll doors closing as they pull me out of the back of the van. I am wearing metal handcuffs. The driver of the van remains seated. I am now outside the van facing my two captors. From their movements they are lithe and physically fit. The bigger man must be 130-140 kg and well over six feet tall. In my mind I think second row forward. The smaller man says that I have been inordinately difficult to find. That they have been looking for me for a while and that I am going to be questioned. They are going to interrogate me at “the” facility. The smaller man says that they are going to get into my mind one way or another, they always do. I think to myself, “good luck.”
The bigger of the two men stands in front of me and makes me put my handcuffed hands out. He then interlocks his fingers with mine. His right hand to my left and his left to my right. We stand facing each other with hands interlocked. He towers over me. I shift my weight and get under his hands picking him up into the air. It is mildly painful for him. I have to put him down. He lets go and smiles. He jokes that the first round goes to me. Which both he and his companion find very funny. I am completely aware of the high level of brutality which may follow but know that will not bring them the answers, the truths which they might seek. I start to think how I might play on their superstitions and fear of the darkness and evils. I start to conjure in my mind the blue fire dragons which I will unleash when ready.
They lead me up to a shared living space. There are other prisoners there and a rudimentary kitchen. There is an Indian man and his wife. There is a Chinese looking man. In the kitchen I can see that the cutlery is plastic. They lead me off into a concrete floored room with a high ceiling and a single old-fashioned school chair. There is no toilet or heating. The room is sparse. The floor is sloping. They lock the door behind me. I go and piss in the corner of the room where the slope causes a small puddle of urine to form. I know that I am being observed on CCTV. I go back to the chair and sit down. I start to meditate and build the pool of blue electric fire out of which I can send dragons to watch their families, to observe and report back.
The dream ends.
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The Future of the Dragon Dream 26-08-2025
Here is this morning's dream had between 5 and 7 AM. It was sufficiently realistic that I just opened my email expectantly.
The dream opens with me sat on a sofa with a coffee on a glass coffee table in front. The furniture is ratan in build and the room tropical themed. There are batik hangings and a golden Thai style top-knot haired Buddha figurine. The walls are white washed and stone and there is a feel of castle and perhaps Scotland. I am somehow at home in these settings. I go over to a large dark wooden desk with a green “club” leather chair. I boot up the computer. In an email account I rarely use I scan the list of emails. One email stands out from the bunch. It has the subject line, “The Future of the Dragon”. I do not know the sender’s address.
I pause for a moment and then open the email sceptical of spam / phishing. The email opens without problem and it is addressed to me. The person would like to meet up to discuss the future of the dragon. I look to the bottom of the mail for a signature. The address is arranged in the form of a Thai Wat temple and originated from a dojo in the Malay-Singapore-Thai region with a Singapore head office. It has ‘phone numbers, email address and an Instagram account. The protagonist is called Cheng. I am unsure how to respond or when to respond. I look at the Instagram account and see a picture of a young Asian male in his mid-twenties. He is pictured in karate-gi with his pals. There are other pictures of him in the dojo, in nature and it all looks fine and above board. I note his appearance. He has at least a part Chinese to him. I resolve to wait a little before replying.
Next, I am driving South down Regents Street in London, near Hamleys. I am in my white Jeep style SUV. It is around Christmas time because the lights are on. Coming in the opposite direction, North, there is a stream of traffic which comes to a halt in front of me. A young man gets out and walks past me to see what is going on. It is Cheng. I call out his name. He stops and turns looking surprised. I say that he emailed me and that I recognised him from the photos. I say to remind him, “The future of the dragon.” It suddenly clicks. I gesture for him to get into my car which he does. I do a U-turn and gesture for his friends to follow me in their open top Jeep-Moke.
We drive off into one of the large semi-circles of grand housing next to a park. There is a pub nearby. I say that we should talk. He has suddenly gone all shy. I ask him if a beer would help. Yes, perhaps. We make our way to the pub and are soon joined by his friends which include his tiny sister. Chris turns up and I suggest that he gets us all a drink which he does.
I ask Cheng as an icebreaker about the style of karate he was training in and offer him my shoulder to punch. I ask was it non-contact and play punch him in the head or was it full contact. He says that is was a little heard of martial art specific to region but that is not what the dragon is about. He knows that I know this. I see through my contact with him a small wizened Asian man who is tiny and dressed in a Chinese “Tai Chi” outfit. He is Malay, Burmese or Singaporean. I understand him to be a master and that Cheng is by way of his contact. I have never met the master before but he is somehow familiar. I can feel him now as I type. I can recognise him.
Cheng’s sister calls her mother back home and explains that he has found me.
The dream ends.
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Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson Dreams 03-02-2025
Here is last night’s sequence of dreams. I made no attempt to rejoin the dreams on waking but this is kind of what happened. I awoke multiple times and can think of no obvious reason, this side of the channel, why BoJo should pop up.
The first part starts on a beach which has sand dunes behind it. There are a number of people on the beach and the weather is clement though not hot and sunny. I hear some vehicles pull up and some shouting. Men darkly clothed and armed with Kalashnikov assault rifles are charging the beach firing. I shout to everyone to get into the sea and swim as far out as they can. Bullets are ripping into the water as we get further out to sea. I can see dead on the beach and blood in the sea.
There is a strong tide forcing us up the length of the beach. I encounter Boris who has been swimming there. We are being forced towards a rocky part at the end of the beach. There is no way around the headland, and we are forced to land one the beach. I say to Boris that he must resist the temptation to say who he is and to try not to give the terrorists a piece of his mind. There is an off chance that they won’t recognise him, and we should save that for later should we need it.
I wake up
The next section starts in an underground cave. We are clearly in a hostage situation. The cave is equipped with computers, cameras and much media kit. The terrorists are partially masked and clearly highly organised. The hostages me included are now dressed. Boris and I are at the back of one cave with two young boys. I have suggested to Boris that he keeps a low profile and minimise the risk of being recognised. The terrorists have installed a huge TV, and we can see that there is a media circus on the dunes. There are multiple religious groups amongst the hostages, and we are international.
Boris starts to chat with the young boys. One of them says that he can see daylight coming into the tunnel. Boris suggests that he quietly investigates. Which he does. There is a gap. Something kicks off in the main terrorist room. Sending the boys first we attempt to leave the tunnel. Boris manages to bash his head and although a little dazed we make it out into the sunlight.
I awake.
I am now walking with Boris towards a semi-ruined church. I know that inside there are Buddhists keeping vigil for those held in the hostage taking. Unusually these Buddhists are wearing grey robes and are mostly Western. I knock on the church door and am welcomed in by a Buddhist “priest”. I explain what has happened and who Boris is. The man sits Boris down and tends to a slight wound on his head with some cotton wool and water. The atmosphere in the church is calm and tranquil.
The priest asks Boris for a number to call for people to come and get him. Boris takes the ‘phone and calls for help.
I awake.
I am now sitting in a room with Boris and Carrie. I explain to Boris that, he is like me, a Wood Dragon by birth and that we are contemporaries. I say that if he really wanted to be world king, he should have stuck with Alexander which is more regal than Boris. I ask him if there are any umlauts in the spelling of his name because I may do his numerology.
I say that he is a lot fitter than me. He says that downstairs in a bottle is some fat which he has had sucked out of his body and that accounts for it. I know he is joking. I explain that although we both can see bigger pictures, he as an ENTP is very different from me as an INFJ.
I awake again and wonder what the bloody hell has Johnson been doing to be in and out of my dreams all night.
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Dragon Lore Dream 23-11-2024
This is a short but very intense dream from ~ 4 AM
I am with MF whom I knew as an undergraduate. We are sat in the front room of a British house in which I am living temporarily. He is sat on leather bound armchair. We have invited him over for dinner. We have eaten and are relaxing in front of an open fire.
I am lying on my stomach on the floor. My legs are bent at the knee and moving freely. I am reading my beat-up copy of “The Mists of Dragon Lore”. I can see the well-thumbed yellowed pages. I turn to the back of the book. Inside the hard cover is attached a vellum high quality cream envelope, the flap of which is sealed down with a fine bright red braided fabric. I slowly unwind the fabric and open the flap of the envelope.
With utmost care I pull out a card like piece of paper which is like artist’s paper. Embossed into the paper is an exquisitely drawn oriental dragon. It is in jet black ink and is something to behold. Next to it in fine black calligraphy is written in Kanji is “the famed black dragon”. I show the dragon to M he admires it and thinks it odd that such a print is stored in such a tatty old book.
In the dream I note that this is the very first black dragon I have encountered. I have seen many other colours.
With greatest care I return the artwork to its envelope and retie the seal.
The scene changes and I am now with M in a freight railway carriage. The carriage is empty of goods. M turns to me and says that the mullahs are talking about the coming of a new buddha. I ask if he is referring to the Islamic mullahs. Yes. I say that I know a little bit about Buddhism.
M gets out a prayer mat and places it in one corner of the carriage. He sits on it. Two young white boys, young teenagers, follow suit sitting next to him. Without a prayer mat, I sit next to the youngest boy. I put my hand on his shoulder to comfort him.
The scene changes again and I am no longer in the carriage nor bound by the rails. I can go wherever I want.
The dream ends.
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Berlin – Yoga – Yukata – Asthma -Dream -12-11-2024
This dream was well after 5 AM.
I am arriving in an apartment complex in the centre of a city. I know the city to be Berlin. On the ground floor of the building there are three flats. One belongs to Chris H, one to me and the other to someone we do not yet know. We have only just moved in. There is a shared communal lounge / sitting area similar to a hotel lobby.
I am in my flat and I hear someone coming into the building and they are speaking German. I hear the door to the other flat open and someone goes in. They soon come out into the seating area and are joined by others.
I am dressed in my old blue dragon yukata. I go to say hello to the other occupant of the building. Kurt addresses me first in German. I reply in English. He switches to near perfect English. We introduce ourselves. He is tall blonde and with a brown beard. Sat on the various sofas and on the floor are young men in mostly brown-saffron robes with shaven heads. Some have a little growth others are freshly done. There is some incense burning. There are lit candles and some flowers floating in a large flat bowl of water.
One of the young men asks if I know what is going on. I say that I think they are about to do some kind of yogic meditation. I say that I have meditated widely. They joke that I should lead the meditation.
Kurt asks if I am affiliated to any groups, implied is an invitation. I say that I not good for groups because with inevitability there is positional hierarchical posturing and dynamics. Someone would try to dominate me and although I do not wish to dominate others, I will not let anyone try to dominate me and have power over me. It would end badly.
Kurt says that he understands. He says that I might look into “Claylands”.
He turns to go into his apartment. He says that he is a high school teacher and looking into teamworking and dynamics. I explain that I also used to be a teacher and that I ran courses with an interpersonal dynamics theme.
I go off to my room to get my Ventolin. I take this and return to the communal area. They are a little upset because I went without saying goodbye. I explain that I had to take my puffer.
I sit on the floor in seizia. I am joined by my wife. They ask her what she used to do and if she meditates. She says that she does. She is the only female. One of the young men with tattoos sits next to her . He starts to stroke her leg. I ask him firmly to stop. He does not, so I slip my right thumb into his robes by the neck and start to apply a light choke hold pulling him away. He thinks that as a young man he will be stronger and get the better of me. I allow my full weight to bear on his chest and apply the choke. He is astonished and surprised that I would be bold enough to do this as an old man. He starts to panic and I release him.
I say that I did warn them about group behaviours. I understand in an instant that this group has an interest in Kundalini yoga and that they do not understand they are playing with fire.
Dream ends.
*Claylands Essen is a high quality ceramic producer.
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Tibetan Monk – Soil – Dragon Lore Dream 31-03-2023
Last night we had winds gusting to 100kmh as a storm front passed over from the west. The volets were rattling in the wind and this dream finished before I got up to visit the facilities at 6:27 AM.
The dream is initially set in a school. The school is in a large old British manor house. I am sat at the back of a classroom with white wooden panelled walls. The room is well lit and there are young teenagers sat facing the front at their desks. A lesson is underway and a grey haired man is front of class giving the lesson to the teenagers. It is some kind of a retreat / spiritual centre. I am there in an observational role. The teenagers are all engaged with the lesson and the teacher is doing a good job.
Sat next to me on my right at my table is a Tibetan Buddhist monk. He is a little younger than me and has very short cut jet black hair. The blackness is very jet. He is sun tanned and serious. He is concentrating on the lesson. He does not have any headgear. Next to him is a small rucksack which is blue-grey in colour and stands out against the colour of his robes.
The lesson draws to a close and the pupils start to leave.
He taps me on the shoulder and asks me to please wait as he has something for me. He puts his rucksack on the table in front of us. He gets out a smallish clear plastic bag and a tie for it. He lays it on the table. Then gingerly he gets out a bigger thicker plastic bag containing dry dusty soil. He handles it with care.
He asks me to hold the small plastic bag open. Which I do. He then unties a ribbon which is holding the other bag closed. He lifts the bag and pours a couple of teacups full of sand/soil into the smaller bag which I am holding. In doing so he spills a few grains of soil. He sweeps these up into his hand and adds them to my bag with utmost care. He closes the big bag with the ribbon and puts the bag tie on my bag.
He says that the bag contains Tibetan soil from a special place and that he has given it to me for my keeping. He says that this is my piece of Tibet and it is for me to look after it henceforth. I am by way of a custodian. He takes out a small cloth bag and gestures for me to put the plastic bag into it. Once I have done this, he seals the cloth bag with a ribbon and hands it back to me. I thank him and he thanks me. He utters something which I know to be a blessing in Tibetan, he bows his head. Together we exit the classroom. When we reach the corridor, we go our separate ways. I am holding the bag of soil in both hands.
Much later I am in another place. I am attending a Mind, Body, and Spirit event in a large hall. There are “hippie” stalls everywhere selling “wellness” merchandise, courses on various things, different societies, trinkets and with live demonstrations of various arts. At the back of the hall, I notice some tables selling books on spiritual and esoteric themes. I go over to peruse.
On one stall there are two younger people sat with a Tibetan Buddhist monk. He too is fairly young about 30. I can see various Buddhist texts including the Dhammapada and various Tibetan works translated into English. On top of one of the Buddhist books is “The Mists of Dragon Lore”. It looks incongruous on the pile. But I know that it has been specifically placed there as a kind of “bait” intended to attract my attention. I know in the dream that the Tibetans have been and are looking / searching for me. They wish to discuss amongst other things how Toltec cosmology compares with their own. I go over to the stall and gesture to the book on Dragon Lore. This piques the attention of the monk who comes over to see what is going on.
The dream ends.
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Rhondda – Y Ddraig Aur (Golden Dragon) Dream – 06-10-2021
Last night we attended our second Breton class and as we arrived there were two crows circling above the venue. We are in the Bro Dreger {Tregor}and part of what stimulated the move was the prevalence of the Tregor dragon flag flag at a festival in Landreger in 2019.
This is the second dream from last night and because of the symbolism, it is probably significant.
I hear on the news that there has been a strange happening in Wales in which a row of terraced houses has been painted black. I “go” to see it. It is in the upper reaches of Trealaw Road. I arrive / land on the opposite side of the street and note that the black terrace is very close to where my maternal great grandfather John Parry Jones lived with his family when they moved down from North Wales. It is near where there is a path to a footbridge over the Rhondda River to Tonypandy. I decide to walk over the bridge and travel by train back to Gravesend.
As I cross the river, I am about to enter a shopping centre precinct, I notice a woman coming towards me holding a cylindrical object which is white and painted upon which is y ddraig aur. I look down at the t-shirt I am wearing and it is my t-shirt with the y drraig aur flag printed upon it. I suggest to her that because of this we must talk. She speaks English with a fairly strong Russian accent. She agrees.
Next, we are in her room. I take a closer look at the cylindrical object and see that it is the covering for a bronze statue underneath. I see that the dragon is slightly lopsided and say that it must be dissolved and repainted. We dissolve the dragon using a liquid and it flakes off flakes of genuine gold leaf which is very bright and almost alive. It is way more golden than the original image of y ddraig aur I saw near the river. It has come alive.
With great care she at first paints a black outline on the cylindrical cover and then begins to start the dragon. The gold on the black paint is vivid.
I say to her that it is a bit of an omen and that perhaps we are to work together. I ask her to tell me about herself, her journey.
In her Russian accent she takes me over to her bookcase and says that first she studied shamanism and pulls out a book by Kenneth Meadows. I am dumbstruck. I say that he was the first person to teach me shamanism and that this is now omen enough for me.
She then asks me about my practices. I explain that I have done an extensive recapitulation, I organised the retreats with Theun and the fact that I don’t need to recapitulate any more.
Dream ends.
Y Ddraig Aur (The Gold Dragon), c. 1400 – c. 1416, the royal standard of Owain Glyndŵr, Prince of Wales, famously raised over Caernarfon during the Battle of Tuthill in 1401 against the English. It is evident in Glyndŵr's privy seals that his gold dragon had two legs.
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Four Dragons – Wheel of Fortune - Dream 30-08-2016
Word count = 163 words
Here is this morning’s dream, a birth-day dream…
I am looking at an antique wooden wheel of fortune against a background wall. The wheel has stopped and it has a pointer facing East. At the four cardinal directions are arranged four dragons. They are small and intricate and somehow alive. Their nature is consistent with their name. The pointer faces the Fire dragon. In the dream I know that the dragons going N,E,S,W should be Earth, Wood, Water, Fire. Yet somehow the wheel has stopped with the Fire dragon in the East. I reach out and pluck the Fire dragon off the wall / wheel.. I put the dragon in my pocket.
“You may use the Fire dragon now. Although you were born a Wood dragon and your predilection is for the Water dragon, you may use the Fire dragon now. You own all the dragons…and can use them at will. Implicit is that the Blue Dragon, the Red Dragon and the Golden Dragon are also “mine” and available to me.
The dream ends.
Subsequently the image of Tarot 10, impeccability, La Roue de Fortune, springs to mind.
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Metallic Dragon Dream 25-02-2013
In an inner city environment, I walk into a day centre. There is an open art project going on. In the entrance to the temporary classroom hut there are a black man and a white woman. They hand me a sheet of paper and a marker pen. I go through into the classroom. Sat in a row is a bunch of men, mostly black and not rich. There are all seated on chairs and have an easel in front of them. The paper on the easels is untouched. They are all trying to figure out what to do. I sit on a chair in front of a table, upon which there are arts and crafts material. I look for an easel. I empty my pockets onto the table. There is my wallet, some keys, some loose change and a mobile ‘phone. A man sits next to me. I go off to get some materials and my chair is taken by a newcomer. I come back and pick up the contents of my wallet. I sit on the next chair. I start drawing on my paper and the man next to be starts to copy me. He asks me what he should do. I suggest some ideas. He wants to scrape the paint of his ruler so I lend him my small Swiss army pen-knife and show him how to do this. I say to him that knives aren’t allowed but this one because it only has a tiny blade is OK. We continue working. Soon I am helping all the others get started.
The setting is changed. It is next week. I walk into a shoe shop and meet one of the guys from the art room there. He works there. He says that people are nervous of me. I ask why. He says that I am continuously setting things on fire, particularly rubbish bins. I walk past them and they ignite. All the others find this difficult to handle. I was not aware of this. I say that I’ll try to keep an eye out for it. I try to go to the toilet at the back of the shop. It is busy. I am in no hurry.
I leave the shop and cross a very wide boulevard which is lined with well-established leafy trees. The road is wider than I initially thought. I should hurry to get across. I don’t, rather the traffic slows to let me cross. When I get to the other side, I look back at a large several storey building. I am standing next to people in what appears to be a bus queue. The building is an art and design college. Out of one of the upper windows of the building a large metallic dragon is released. I know this to be a design project. It swoops down and flies across the road to land in the tree above my head. As it flies it transforms into a small lithe, living dragon. When it lands in the tree it flaps it wings and coils and uncoils its tail. I reach up and play with the dragon’s tail as if it was my pet. It hops out of the tree and lands upon my head. It is making soft purring noises. I know what it is thinking and it knows what I am thinking. It makes a dragon’s roar. I do mine and for a while we roar together. It says that I should do my full roar. As I do this a great burst of flame comes out of my mouth and the sound is very loud. I repeat this. The dragon says that this is why I set things on fire. Slowly the dragon merges into me it and I, are one and the same.
The people in the bus queue cannot believe that which they have just witnessed.
As I awake from the dream, I am somehow aware that all of the problems stem from the summer of 2002. The root cause of all the difficulties lies back then and with the people I knew then. Unless they do something about it, things will never be put back on course. Their responsibility is large.
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Golden Dragon – y ddraig aur - Dream 23-12-2012
I am somehow in the Welsh valleys. The road along the side of the valley is being worked on. I am driving along, and a very large mechanical digger is piling up porta-cabins by “throwing” them. I pull my car up so as not to get caught be the digger. It continues for a while and the way is now blocked.
I then try to proceed on foot, and I cannot get over the obstacle. On the other side of the valet again and that too is blocked.
I come back to a small snow-covered area and again the way is blocked by a collision of cars I get in one car and drive it a bit. I get out and it continues on in automatic and it crashes into the pile of cars.
I am now at a large extensive house which is in the South-East. Someone warns me that the press has come for the celebrities. As I approach the house, I see the press photographers piling out of vehicles, chasing a celebrity. I dodge round the back of the house.
As I do this I take off and soar into the sky. I am flying around the house and observing it from above. In the courtyard at the back there is a terrace and sat there is one of the journalists. I fly over him. He is sat in an ornate writing desk. I fly past again as he reaches for his camera. I land in the courtyard.
I walk towards where he is sitting and through some “Japanese” style doors. On the floor is an exquisitely carved oriental dragon. This is “my” place. The journalist comes over and point at the dragon which is beautiful and golden.
“This is the kimono-dragon the golden dragon”, he says.
“They are searching for the golden dragon {you}. Now you are it.”
I sit down next to the dragon and begin a meal with lacquer chopsticks and oriental bowls.
I replay the entire dream several times in my mind.
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Japan – Buddhist Festival – Metal Dragon Throne – 23-04-2012
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I arrive in Japan at a busy station concourse. People are milling about everywhere. In a shop a local man is handing out advice. There is a big Buddhist festival going on at a retreat centre which a man shows on the map. I stand in line to get advice form the local. I show him on a map where I want to go. It is the very northern most part of the main island. He comments that there is snow there and it will be very cold. There are no trains going there today there may be some on Monday.
We can see two Japanese men who are naked. They are carrying a huge urn of water on a stick held between them shoulder to shoulder. They have large penises. They are going to have a shower. Hence the urn.
I ask the man in the shop how much the train tickets are. 70,000 yen. { about 400 euro) I have the money. I ask him if he can find me a local hotel. No. I can stay with him. He closes off the shop and I follow him to a room which contains saffron coloured mattresses and bed rolls.
I pick up a bed roll and follow him. There are loads of Gaijin just like me. I am amazed. Most of the travellers stay a while with me.
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Get up for a smoke
Back in bed. I hear a voice tell me that I do not have to follow any man. That is the wrong way around.
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Back somehow in the East. I go up a little stairway to a mezzanine room. It is white and normally empty. In it now are two ornate sofas which are made of slatted wood and with metal dragon shaped ends. These are very ornate and intricate of carving. They are also in white. It has been given to me as a gift.
The waking thought in the dream is thrones.
On the floor is a white plastic box. In it are green leaf wrapped pouches of finest chewing tobacco. It will ripen There are also different coloured grapes which taste divine. I close the lid and some voice comments that is the very finest of stuff.
I wonder who has left me this gift. People comment that it looks as though the chairs have come from a large ceremonial boat. Perhaps they were left by a former Japanese student?
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The dream ends
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Dream 01-03-2012 Japan Theme (Golden Dragon)
The dream is set initially in Tokyo. I have arrived at Narita and have been met by Mieko (an Ainu ex-business partner). We are in a district that I do not know. It is a shopping district. There are a couple of people with me and her. We are on a bus and it is swerving sharply around corners. We walk through the busy shopping mall and to a coffee bar.
Mieko orders coffees for us and we stand up at the bar. There is a lot of movement. I ask her if it is OK to smoke. No not any more, the rules in Japan have changed.
At one table there is a group of westerner's who are media types. They are all expensively dressed. One of them is making a rather overblown pitch to the others about an idea for a film. His language and gestures for the pitch are rather extravagant. Noticing that there are cigarette butts on the floor, I light one up. I catch the eye of a female gaijin sat close to the bar. She has a pack of gold Benson and Hedges and a lighter on the table in front of her. We raise our eyebrows exchanging a knowing look of “Bull...." , at the pitch we are eavesdropping on. I have no idea why Mieko has brought me to Japan.
We then move off through the crowded streets and malls. Mieko moves ahead of us and we lose sight of her. I have no idea where we are. I assume that she has made provision for where we are to stay that night. I do not have any written contact details for her.
The friend who is with me suggests that I look on my mobile 'phone. I see that I have one call listed. I press dial. It connects with a man called Richard Brooks. I ask him who he is, "Richard Brooks the publisher, don't you know me? "
I tell him that I have just landed in Tokyo and have jet lag, I cannot recall having met him, probably the jet lag. He is pretty sure that we have met. We are due to have a meeting in respect of publishing in the next day or so at the Hampton Estate Complex. He is looking forward to it.
I look again at my 'phone and find Mieko's number. I call her and she says that she has no interest in being a negotiating pawn on my chess board and is upset with me. I have absolutely no idea what she is talking about. Apparently, she has set me up to meet with two publishers in a few days’ time. I explain that I did not know about this nor why she is upset. We arrange to meet up.
She then takes us to an avant garde club in a very posh district of Tokyo. It is an "installation" club where people try to be living works of art. It is pretentious. Today's theme is "being alone". All around the club people are busy striking poses. It is a bit "Gothic". There is one woman lying still with her head wrapped up in spider's webs, dressed in black. There are others doing joint poses, sat back to back, heads turned from each other, "ignoring" each other. There is a swimming pool there and people are in it. There is a tiny naked thin Japanese woman sat on a stool in the middle of the pool. There are others at each corner of the pool. I note some Yakuza with sunglasses stood at the bar. I get into the pool and swim around looking at the various people in "installations". I am fully clothed. When I leave the water, I am dry. I make my way to the bar.
Then the conversation turns to Ju-Jitsu. I comment that I have some training. The guys there try to test me out with some locks. I let them win. I know that their style is all form based and not all that fluid. They egg me on. To the side of the bar there are some white paper screens with an ornate Golden Dragon on them. They lead into a dojo. I strip off to my waist and go through into the dojo. They all think it is funny that a "fat" middle aged white guy is going to fight in the dojo. They also strip to the waist; they are young and rippling with muscles. I am confident though that I have their measure. We spar for a while and my confidence has been entirely justified. I manage to throw several of them to the floor.
Back in the bar now I notice that it is serving drinks. I ask the Japanese barman for a white beer in English pointing to a bottle. I assume that the drink is free. Strangely he converses with me in German, Hoch Deutsch. He says that the beer is nine yen. I give him a 10 yen note.
The gaijin woman from the coffee shop is also now there. She orders a beer similarly. She looks into her purse amidst all the coins which are there and finds two 4.5 yen coins. She pays the barman with these. It all seems very normal.
Next there are several of us at the bottom of a trail leading up the mountain to a ski resort. There are a series of snow covered steps. We start to climb these steps. It is a little slippery. I tell the people in front of me, mostly young Japanese to take it one step at a time and to make use of the hand rail. We laugh and joke as we make our way up the hill.
We arrive at reception of a very posh and swanky hotel. They have been waiting for us, for my meeting with the publishers tomorrow. We have been assigned a suite with a large living area with bedrooms off of this. The Maître d' shows us to our suite and all our luggage has been carried there. He leaves us to settle in, gives us a room service menu and will await our call. Our stay at the hotel has been paid for.
The alarm goes off.
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ESA – ESTEC – Lizards – Iridium Dragon Dream 27-01-2011
I am in a large factory like building which has tubes and air ducts. It is in a state of disrepair, there are things scattered all over the floor and many rooms there.
I am trying to calm K down. She is dishevelled and both angry and pleased with me at the same time. She is having one of her “turns” she is thrashing about. I restrain her and she bites my arm, taking out a large chunk. When she sees what she has done, the size of the hole, she is mortified.
The telephone rings and it is someone from ESTEC. They are talking about closing our relationship but first they want the pyrolysis data which I don’t have. I am having trouble hearing them and say so. The ‘phone call is going nowhere and it fades.
As I move through the building it is somehow linked to Imperial College. There is an announcement warning the employees not to let me leave. I make my way through the passages to the back door. I meet various people who know me.
One of them tries to restrain me using a fighting technique. I tell him to show me how strong he is. We spar a little and although he is, in the dream, huge compared to me I manage to fend off his attacks and eventually end by throwing him bodily against a wall.
I continue through the corridors making my way to the exit. Just as I get there two people see me and recognise me. I think they are going to try to stop me. They do not, they come with me through the exit.
Outside is like an oil refinery or chemical plant. I sense a wave coming and it has on it ice boulders. I shout a warning. The wave passes without damaging anything. There are big chunks of ice flying everywhere.
We head off into the snow covered countryside. Out of the snow appears enormous lizards whose tails we have to navigate. The other two head off and I make a note to follow them. I am obstructed by the lizards.
I climb over the lizards and then follow them under some railway into a valley / glade with water. There is a massive metallic Iridium dragon. I note that there are other people perched on the stone stream bed.
The dragon tells me not to worry, that we {the dragons} keep this place for human leisure pursuits and that I am always welcome. There is a knowing that the lizards are also a posh kind of dragon. I know that I am especially welcome there.
The Dream ends.
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