Congrats, dr mac. You had a friendship that survived your leaving scientology. From what I’ve seen, scientology “friendships” rarely are strong enough to survive not having the day-to-day shared experience/pain. Some evaporate as soon as you stop contributing to the cause; those were transactional, IMO; only ‘there’ because of your contributions.

That was PART of Hubbard’s intention; to give scns their own private little language. Nothing says you’re in the “in” group like being to talk amongst yourselves without letting others know what you’re saying.
How *special!*

I read an article recently that dreams have something to do with being a randomizing function of the brain that helps it with pattern recognition, and we may have to incorporate something similar into AIs to help them work properly.

I’m not sure why this matters. Is it just because it’s more evidence that Narconon is a Scientology front group, or are you saying something else like…Narconon is squirreling the tech by getting/offering discounts on services?

If it’s just more evidence that they’re linked then i guess this is nice to have though, so thanks.

Loosing:
In the 23 years I was in the Sea Org I only recall having 2 dreams.
In the 1st I dreamed that I had smoked dope in the S.O. When I woke up I wondered if it was true and if so I would be sent to the RPF. The second one is when I was transferred from the FSO to the Ship Project. I dreamed that my former senior was coming after me. Turned out she was. She tried to call a Court of Ethics on me for leaving my post. Mr Sue Price the Ship Msn I/C got it cancelled and it was never held.
The reason that I had so few dreams was that I had sleep apnea which means that I stopped breathing soon after (or even before I went to sleep). I was told by someone in the MLO office that ” One of these days you are going to wake up dead”. I believe it was Freddy Ulan but I am not positive. I asked him how I was going to wake up at all if I was dead and he had no explanation.
So what this really means is that I did not really have a good night’s sleep in 23 years. As a “Wog” I saw a sleep doctor and got a CPAP machine in 2005 and started having dreams after 25 years.
This was not good for my heart as when you stop breathing your heart speeds up to try to get more oxygen to the body. But since the lung are not getting any air it does the heart no good to pump faster. The heart needs more oxygen than any other organ in the body and if it works harder it needs even more oxygen.

On a 60’s bulletin there was a scale with pan-determinism above self-determinism. Self-determinism is ego, and that’s where most stopped.

In their delusions they dream of a brave new world that can never be, but even their idle odd fantasies about someday getting their teeth fixed or having enough toilet paper are doomed to end in disaster.

So strange, for some weeks before I escaped I dreamed of moving to a new berthing (Sea Org way of saying “new dormitory”) in some strange building still under renovation. Most of the dream was about the architecture, hallways, staircases and so on.

After I escaped my dreams were always about being caught and returned to the Sea Org. Gradually over the decades since then this has moderated from waking me up screaming to being just a bit unsettling.

Dream unquiet dreams of freedom, Sea Org members in your chains, and make them reality any way you must. The real world is waiting but it won’t wait forever.

If you don’t want to end up like Mildred, or my old friend Paco Suarez, or Phoebe Snow, or others I could name, the clock is steadily ticking down. Au revoir to Annie Tidman, Greg Brown, Charlie Rush, Uwe Stuckenbrock and so many others who died in the traces.

Ah, Mr. Natural, the font of all wisdom whether it’s sane or not. Makes me want to dig my comic collection and reread Crumb.

I once had a weird dream.

It was kind of a stream of consciousness movie that could be titled JAY AND SILENT BOB GO TO GUATEMALA. But in this film I’m in the role of Silent Bob and I’m constantly yelling at Jay to stop messing with things, get away from potentially dangerous things like a massive steam locomotive (I could actually feel the heat radiating from it), and to stop bothering those soldiers. It would be more accurate to call it JAY AND LOUD LES GO TO GUATEMALA.