Gaspra Public Beach, Ukraine. Photo by ser.ddima

This morning was the peak of the full moon, and according to Gibbs this is the best time for work with the HDR, so I made sure I was up and programmed psychotronically in time for the esoteric window to open. I'd already had a weird night, becoming oddly tired late in the evening and barely able to get to bed before collapsing. Again a thing common in the old days, not common now. The HDR operation procedure was not anything unusual and I had no feelings of energy running through me, as I sometimes do when I operate the machine. I went back to bed and fell asleep again immediately. I used the same number sequence to program the machine, since I've been having good luck with that one, and I'm starting to take this more seriously now since I do seem to get results.

While asleep I had one of those unusual episodes that seems partly dream and partly memory and partly new real experience. Some of it seems impossible, some of it doesn't. Since it was early summer in this Dream, it certainly wasn't the world as we see it today. Since much of what happened violates the laws of physics it isn't literal memory or experience from other times, either. But, it was pretty cool.

Follow up:

I was part of a military team of about eight people who disembarked from a submarine off the coast of Ukraine. We seemed to be traveling through the air but without an airplane. I had hold of something like metal wire mesh in a bundle which apparently helped accomplish thing, and I was joking to the guys beside me that I kept feeling like I ought to let them try it out -- except if I did I'd fall several hundred feet into the Black Sea. We cruised along the surface of the water for miles before we approached the tall cliffs that bordered this section of coastline. Storms were approaching and we could see thunderheads over the land, in the direction we were headed. It wasn't an effortless experience -- rising above the cliffs was tricky, and we were trying to out-maneuver the storms. It wasn't a time for cracking jokes and each of us seemed very intent on just being able to get through it safely.

The destination was on top of the cliffs, and appeared to be a research institute or college. I joined a line of people queued up at the guarded entrance, everyone passing ID's to the guards before entering, and I wasn't at all sure I'd get through. The guards didn't confront me, though one of them did glance in my direction with a curious expression and then immediately glance away. If you've ever thought you saw something out of the corner of your eye and didn't, you know the feeling.

The institute had something to do with submarine research, though that wasn't the entire purpose of the place. A university, maybe, with a part of the complex devoted to military programs. People traveled around in golf cart vehicles, electrically powered, as well as by foot and by transit. I found myself either driving one of the carts or just riding in one, it was hard to tell which. I/we (I had the feeling of being superimposed on someone else, the driver) stopped to pick up a young man waiting at one of the transport stops. I/we asked him where he was going and he said he going to "research" and I/we said it was a little out of our way but we'd drop him off there.

This is full of glitches, as though I was shifting from person to person, watching things happen, not really like an experience I personally had. I felt like an observer. I found myself in an office, facing a desk with a name plate sitting on the edge, with letters in the Cyrillic alphabet. I thought to me, I'll never be able to remember that and it's a shame because it's so clear. I just don't know the language. A woman in uniform entered the space from a door to the left of the desk. She looked Russian, looked military, and looked as though she wondered why I was there.

The rest of it is pretty vague, though there was some discussion of this young man's ideas about submarine propulsion systems. He was comparing it to old sidewheeler riverboat drive systems, but applied to screw propulsion, with only a portion of the drive cycle actually active and powerful (comparing that to having only part of the drive wheel in the water). Something about controlling the two main props with computers to limit cavitation and reduce noise, sensors would signal when limits were approached so the system would automatically shift down before high noise levels were reached. It gave a fine degree of control that wasn't possible with simple human operation.

Seems maybe a little too obvious to be important, the basic idea was that if you pushed the machine too fast you made a lot of noise, but there was a level of practical acceleration and applied power that created efficient forward thrust without excessive cavitation. If your control system were sensitive enough to detect that noise threshold before it was crossed, silent running was a lot more possible. Independent control of each prop was essential, because stresses on either would be different with different rudder settings. Since the threshold shifted with speed it wasn't something ordinary human operators could achieve manually, though some were better at it than others.

Interesting experience -- I've always been fascinated with submarines.